Secluded ravines and deep valleys, steep mountains and mountains.

As the night deepens, the sun sets, and there are five-colored altars on the mountains, and the green candles are flickering.

The figures in front of the altar swayed, moving and jumping, and the music was far away.

Behind the altar is the abyss, dozens of black shadows on the cliff are wriggling and roaring, the head horns are grandiose, the eyes are green, it is actually the bottom of the abyss.

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The table is independent of the mountain, and the clouds are tolerant and down.

The sun is dark, and the east wind is raining the gods. ”

The wormwood burned, the green smoke curled, and with the eulogy, it flew into the sky, and came to the place of the gods and witches of the day.

The priests were dressed in peculiar clothes, dressed in bright red clothes, wearing triangular white hats, and wearing brass rings in their right hands, and they danced and jingled bells.

What's even more peculiar is that their faces are indigo-blue, like the demons of hell.

The surrounding void, woods, and underwater ghosts are full of ghosts.

That's right, that's the ghost.

A man in the woods looked at everything in front of him.

This man is dressed as a scholar, his face is about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his appearance can be regarded as delicate, with a translucent body and a blue-gray face, all of which show that this person is also a ghost, or a ghost who cannot condense the entity.

The surrounding ghost fog was filled, the mountain wind was blowing, and the ghost shadow slowly squirmed forward along the green mist.

In the pale moonlight, this place looks like a ghost.

Compared to the squirming ghosts, the scholar took half a step back.

The scholar's name is Tang Ping, who was originally from another world, but he never thought that he would die because of the war on the first day of wearing.

After death, he came to this underworld and became a demon wandering in the underworld.

The radius is ruled by a guy named the god of the pond, and now it is a festival held "yu, li", which means a festival held in spring.

Those who are responsible for the rituals are called "witches (nenji)", and witches and men are in charge of running the rituals.

The smoke of burning wormwood flew into the sky.

Tang Ping felt that it was still not safe enough, and after determining the direction, he bypassed and entered the dense forest on the other side, and continued to walk in the dark and dark forest, fortunately, the ghosts were not afraid of the dark and could see things at night.

When your feet step on the dead leaves, the pile of leaves crunchs. (This is the underworld, the underworld, where ghosts live in the underworld, just like mortals in the yang)

After a long time, the front suddenly opened up, and there were no more weeds and trees around me.

What catches your eye is a large banyan tree.

The shade of the tree is like a cover, and the black paint covers a radius of half a mile, and the tree whiskers are like a forest, and it hangs down faintly, and the trunk is knotted, and it is as black as iron.

If you look closely, it is covered with a strange red blood vine, about the thickness of your thumb, and there are faint green ghost pupil-like lines on the blood vine.

Under the shade of the trees are scattered a dozen wooden houses.

The thatch is the top, and the tree is the bone.

Tangping's wooden house is on the southwest side of the shade of the tree, which is relatively remote, about 30 square meters.

The wooden door can only be said to block the gaze a little, and the gap is so big that a fist can reach in.

Fortunately, it was quieter, and at the edge of the shade, the nearest hut to him was twenty feet away.

Through the cracks in the wooden house, I looked at the scene miles away.

Fortunately, it was a ghost, and the night did not affect the vision.

The cliffs of the black abyss, the carols do not stop.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a dark crack opened in the sky, and a faint green light shone in all directions.

A black-brown tortoise shell that had been burned by the flames fell.

The tortoiseshell emits a large black light, and the black light forms a huge text.

Tang Pingyun looked over with great eyesight and carefully identified the approximate text.

The predecessor was after Dr. Jing Guoshi, so he naturally knew some words, and the tortoise shell was to the effect that Dr. Zuo Shiqing worshiped ghosts and gods, and offered 150 cows, pigs and sheep, a number of melons and fruits, a number of wine, and ten boys and girls.

Whoa!

The sky fell on the tortoiseshell.

It's like a bait falling into the water to attract a school of fish, and the pitch black ghosts in all directions are full of energy.

Roar!

The abyssal diving python swept the wind and rain angrily, riding the wind and rain into the air, black and green scales, claws like eagles, rushed forward to eat cattle, sheep and pigs, boys and girls, and the remaining internal organs and skeletons continued to fall.

Next, a group of blue-skinned and red-skinned demons with a height of one foot and horns on their heads flew out from the jungle and under the water, and the fire clouds under their feet ate the remaining skeletons.

"Woooooo

"Boom!"

The remaining demons were wrapped in black clouds, like tadpoles with black tails in the sky, eating the remaining blood and wormwood smoke.

Countless evil spirits swept through the sky, and the cold wind penetrated into the wooden house, blowing past it, and the soul body was a little tingling.

Tang Ping behind the wooden door couldn't help but curl up, as if this would bring a sense of security.

Tang Ping was the only one in the wooden house under the banyan tree, and most of the rest went to join in the excitement of this sacrifice, and he did not follow the flow to grab these things.

These were not ordinary food, but sacrifices with special powers, and his soul was hungry for them.

The more this was the case, the more reluctant Tang Ping was to take the risk.

I've been in this world for more than three months, and I don't know why I woke up, and I don't know why there is a wooden house.

Maybe the ghost's memory is so confused.

After Tang Ping searched for a long time and didn't find the so-called golden finger, he became cautious in his heart.

It's a land of darkness with no rules.

Ghosts, witches, ghosts, and monsters rule this underworld.

Nameless Wraiths are the lowest beings in the Netherlands, and any goblin can slay them.

Bang!

At this time, the last thing in the world fell.

It was a goose-egg yellow piece of jade.

The jade bi emitted yellow light, and mysterious runes faintly appeared in the void.

Rumble!

The earth broke open, and a ten-zhang bronze giant hand stretched out, the arm was covered with mottled patina, and the arm was wrapped around the green demon fire, grabbing the jade bi, and then quickly retracted to the ground.

The green flames swept through the radius with the smell of sulfur, and the lonely ghosts and ghost soldiers and ghosts would spread to a small half, and the flames burned their souls before exploding.

The bronze hand then vanished, the sacrifice ended, the witch disappeared, and the remaining demons and monsters began to kill each other.

The goblins wield swords, spit out spitting fire, turning into pitch-black skulls, summoning paper figures, yin winds, and corpses to fight.

The dark and gray sky was filled with the glow of magic and the howls of goblins.

Blood, horror, cruelty, and the evil of human nature are infinitely magnified.

All ghosts want to get a chance, and they all want to kill others and climb up.

"Good thing I was prescient." Tang Ping rejoiced.

A ghost like him can't fly, can't escape, can only run with his feet, and at first glance he is cannon fodder in the movie that can't survive more than two episodes. Desperately fighting with those ghosts who can do sorcery, and trying their luck with their own ghost lives, is really a bit risky.

Smack......

Suddenly, a black light fell outside the house.

"Huh?" Tang Ping's eyes froze and he looked down.

It was a smoky smoky bone.

The bone is pale, this is a thigh bone, and the bone is engraved with a pitch-black seal.

Tang Ping quietly pushed open the door and looked left and right, there was no ghost around the woods, and they all rushed up to grab something, and there was only himself under the banyan tree.

This bone may be the remnants of a goblin killed by the flames.

Looks like a good thing.

Tang Ping didn't care to look at the words on it, pushed open the wooden door, picked up his thigh bone and returned to the house.

The translucent gray-green body leaned against the doorway, the soul flickering.

"Whew, it's dangerous, no ghost should see it, right?"

Although Tang Ping is a Buddhist, it does not mean that it is rotten.

No one wants to be a ghost with no fixed place for the rest of their lives.

It would be great if he could be stronger and have the capital to settle down in this dangerous underworld.

This thigh bone is chance.

God-given opportunity, is there any reason not to accept it?

After taking a short rest, Tang Ping stood up again, looked around, confirmed that there was no one around, and then observed the thigh bone in his hand.

The leg bones are slightly larger than normal.

Tang Ping carefully rubbed the cold and smooth bone surface, feeling the touch from his fingertips.

Ordinary ghosts don't have such high-level things as bones, and they are usually dead and scattered in place.

This look is left by a relatively high-level ghost.

At this time, a colder touch came from the fingertips, as if to freeze the fingers.

Tang Ping looked down.

A wisp of pitch-black yin qi came out of the bones, which was slowly absorbed by itself at this time.

Rumble!

At this moment, there was a loud bang in his head, and his eyes burst blue.

The two blue rays were divided into countless wisps of blue lines, swimming in the sky like tadpoles, and immediately formed a square cyan slate.

One and a half feet long and one and a half feet wide.

The upper and lower left and right sides are engraved with double Proton and auspicious flower patterns, and the characters in the middle are arranged vertically from right to left.

Underground Lord: Tang Ping

Types: Ghosts, Avatars

Realm: The underground master is not opened (a total of three ranks), ghosts.

Lifespan: 12 years.

Pact: None (not opened)

Magical powers: Yin Gathering (0/100) Ghost Fire (0/100)