A burst of black smoke rose, and the scene was like a haunted for a moment, no, it was originally a group of ghosts tossing here, and the movement was not small, and the house and the ground were demolished.

The black light on the necromantic bead flashed, and it returned to its lifeless appearance.

"It's over?" said Wednesday, looking at the scene of calm again.

"What do you want, a thunderbolt on a sunny day or a thunderbolt on a bright day?" Yu Mu tilted her head and glanced at Wednesday, and the meaning of contempt was written on her face nakedly.

"It's boring. Wednesday muttered, as if he really wanted to make a big move with five thunderbolts or something.

Wednesday continued to fiddle with the necromancy beads, and after tinkering for a while, he "pulled" out Jin Huan's soul.

Yu Mu saw Wednesday's actions and naturally knew what this thing wanted to do, so he waved his hand to dismiss the people around him, it was already safe here, just let them go to the perimeter to guard, and the people in the province saw what Wednesday was going to do next.

Jin Huan's soul floated there quietly, really like Yumu said, it was basically the most primitive form, and on the whole, it was a ball, black and not slippery.

Wednesday's hand then poked out, for such a scourge as Jin Huan, Wednesday didn't have the mood to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, the soul search technique was launched directly, and the spiritual power rushed into Jin Huan's soul brutally, like a burglary.

After a moment, Wednesday's palm was withdrawn, and his expression was solemn.

"How?"

"Go back and say. ”

All night, Jincheng spent in the hustle and bustle, in the morning, with the dragon force to dispel the last trace of golden hustle on the monument, a drop of essence blood into the monument, all the people who registered in Jincheng "household registration" inexplicably appeared in the head of a message: the city lord Long Li.

This makes Wednesday admire the system of the underworld, whoever is bullish listens to whom, if you are awesome enough, you can be the lord of Hades yourself.

During this period, there was an episode, after Long Li met them on Wednesday, of course, he rushed to the monument as soon as possible, because only by controlling the monument can you control the entire city. This time he raided Jincheng and finally took Jincheng, of course, Wednesday was the biggest contributor, so Long Li proposed to let Wednesday take over Jincheng, but unfortunately was decisively rejected by Wednesday.

"Your uncle, it's too late for Lao Tzu to hide now, you give Lao Tzu a city lord, do you want to kill Lao Tzu, and then inherit Lao Tzu's mantle?" Wednesday glared at Long Li.

"Damn, you have a mantle of fart, and your clothes are all Lao Tzu's. Love or not, don't pull down, Lao Tzu wants. So the essence blood of the dragon power was beaten into the monument.

"What is the Fengdu Ghost War?" In the relatively intact room next to the demolished and sparse City Lord's Mansion, Wednesday lowered his head and pouted at the map on the table, his brows furrowed almost into a big pimple.

"Do you want to participate in the Fengdu Ghost War?" Long Li did not answer, but asked Wednesday rhetorically.

"Hmm. ”

Damn, I don't want to go, fools know that it won't be a good thing to hear this name, so it will be another fate. It's a pity that Lao Tzu searched out the memories from the dog's head, saying that Jin Huan hooked up with the Evil Dog Ridge, and the Evil Dog Ridge helped Jin Huan take the Dragon City, and the price was the Eight Bitter Seeds. Lao Tzu finally killed Jin Huan, and after searching his memory, he found that Jin Huan was also a bastard, he didn't have eight bitter seeds in his hand at all, these eight bitter seeds were a reward for the ghost war in Fengdu, Jin Huan was simply a white wolf in empty gloves, and it was really bitter for that group of stupid dogs, and he had been a thug for so long in vain.

"The ghost battle in Fengdu is almost nine deaths without a lifetime. Long Li said with a frown.

"I have to go, I need a reward for the ghost war. Said Wednesday.

"What?"

"Eight bitter seeds. ”

"Damn!" Long Li screamed.

"What's wrong?"

"You know if it's the third-place reward. ”

"Yes. ”

"Do you know how many people participate in the Fengdu Ghost War every year and expect to become famous in the first battle?"

"I don't know. ”

"I don't know if you dare to go?"

"I don't want to fucking go. "Wednesday was depressed.

Fengdu ghost war, the grand event of the underworld once every ten years, this underworld refers not to the dragon city, Jincheng between these cities, but the entire underworld, including those famous and decent, crooked and evil ways, and the charm and spirit, everyone got together, and then the king of Hades made a place and threw everyone in, and then it was done, endlessly done, basically the one left to die, and came out with the reward. Anyway, it's chaos, everything is chaotic, the only thing that is not chaotic is that the Fengdu ghost war is divided into ten grades, divided according to the age of the ghost, fifty years is a grade, the lowest is fifty years, and the highest is five hundred years and above, so there is a certain difference in the degree of difficulty, so there will be no situation where a five-hundred-year-old ghost bullies a fifty-year-old ghost. The Eight Bitter Seeds are the third-ranked reward, which means that it is the reward of the region with a ghost age of four hundred years.

"Do you know what the ghost age of four hundred years represents?" Long Li looked at Wednesday.

"I don't know. ”

"Ordinary people are fine, but those who have been mixed in the big sects for four hundred years can almost reach the fourth or fifth level of your human spirit realm or even higher. ”

"How heavy are you?" asked Wednesday.

"I'm not even fucking a beginner in the spiritual realm, four or five people can beat me all the time, no matter how many. ”

"And what about my strength?"

"You, Lao Tzu doesn't know, you are not from our underworld, the devil knows why he wrote you to our underworld, and there is no standard for you in the underworld. Long Li said angrily.

"You're almost in the same spiritual realm. Yu Mu said with a smile next to him.

"Oh......" Wednesday said in a lengthened voice, his eyes drifting back and forth between Longli and Yumu.

"Get out. A voice burst out from between his teeth.

"Also, what level am I now?" said Wednesday.

"You, you're not even a old age, what level do you say you are, you're a baby group at best. Hahahaha...... "Long Li felt very happy to take revenge.

"Malegobi, how can Lao Tzu engage in eight bitter seeds?"

"Why not, as long as you do everything that is less than 400 years old. ”

"How many people are that?" said Wednesday felt his head sweat.

"A group of one thousand, count it yourself. And this thousand is still left after the audition. ”

"Eight thousand?"

"Good math. ”

"Didn't you say sharding?"

"Yes, you just have to kill the guards of your area. ”

"Guards, what strength?"

"The most secondary spiritual realm. ”

"What about the consequences?"

"You've heard of assaulting police on earth, right?"

"Hmm. ”

At the end of the conversation, Wednesday felt that the burden on his shoulders was so heavy, and he wanted to live in secret.

Go to his uncle's responsibility, Lao Tzu doesn't want to be the protagonist anymore, who the loves to be whom, anyway, Lao Tzu won't do it.

This is the truest portrayal of this time on Wednesday, and there is a black face that looks constipated.