Call!

The green mist is filled, the banyan trees are splintering, and the leaves are falling.

The movement was very loud, and the ghosts of sixteen families under the banyan tree came out.

Some of the ghosts are husband and wife, some are a family of four, male and female, large and small.

There are also lonely people like Tang Ping and Lao Zhang.

Green mist leaped out of a pale lean horse.

The horse is thin, and a pair of eyes turned out to be fake, but painted with black ink, and if you look closely, it is a paper horse.

On horseback was a strong man with a long body in black and a condensed soul.

The horses were followed by four translucent ghosts like ordinary people, swords and shields, staring at each other.

Tang Ping recognized this person.

A radius of 100 miles is known as Sanjing, which is governed by the power where the Tang God is located, and all the output in this land must be handed over to the Tang God and his subordinate forces.

The forest where Tang Ping and the people are located is called the Green Cotton Forest, and the ruler is the black wood ghost under the Tang God.

This is the long knife Liu under the black wood ghost, who was an executioner before his death.

"Steward Liu!"

"Liu is in charge."

The long knife Liu Le stopped the paper horse, his toes were high, and he looked at everyone from above.

"Didn't have anything to hide last night?"

"Don't dare!"

"How dare you hide something."

The ghosts hurriedly said.

The severed head Lao Zhang beside Tang Ping was terrified, and the long knife Liu Kerui captured this scene.

"Come on, search one by one, scrape the ground and look for it, this guy's room is focused on."

The long knife Liu pointed at the severed head Lao Zhang.

"Yes!"

The four ghost soldiers searched one by one.

The first Don Ping's house.

The ghost soldiers have a lot of experience in raiding homes.

Roofs, eaves, crevices in all corners, tapping on the floor hollows.

In addition to Tang Ping and a few others, the severed head Lao Zhang, a hanged ghost, a starving ghost and a couple of black altars with souls, ghost black rice, bronze swords, and a pair of dog teeth were found in their homes.

Tang Ping secretly rejoiced when he saw this, fortunately he was cautious, otherwise he would have been discovered.

Just as Fang Cai thought to himself, even if he gained benefits, how could he have the ability to keep it?

Long Knife Liu held a palm-sized black altar with strange runes carved on it.

"Tsk, good means, where did you come from to pretend to be a soul altar, I was almost deceived by you old guy."

This kind of soul altar can contain the soul body and provide yin energy.

"These ...... Give Lao Tzu a hard lesson. ”

The long knife Liu glanced at everyone present with contempt, the white paper horse spewed a breath of evil air, and the four hooves kicked restlessly.

The four ghost soldiers stepped forward and punched and kicked, slashing at their bodies with their scabbards, causing their souls to flicker and disappear, and black gas to emerge from the wounds.

Ghost injuries affect lifespan.

The severed head Lao Zhang held his head and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"The adult spares his life, the small life span is less than half a year, and he is greedy for a while, and he hopes that the adult will forgive his sins."

The ghost soldiers fought for a long time, and the ghosts were dying.

"Hmph, this time it's just a small punishment, don't take what you shouldn't take, and there will be a ...... next time."

Airplanes!

The knife flashed.

Lao Zhang and the other ghosts each had a broken leg.

Long knife Liu put away the treasure knife.

If it weren't for the fact that these people were still of some use, they wouldn't have survived.

"Next month's ghost cotton will be paid more than 30%."

Leaving this sentence behind, Long Knife Liu left with the loot and his men.

The ghosts went back to the house.

This banyan tree has a kind of cotton growing on its beards, and every certain season, when the cotton is in full bloom, they will pick the cotton in exchange for grain, and the big head will be handed in, and the small head will be theirs.

In general, the Black Wood Ghosts are the government of the area, and they have to pay taxes on whatever they grow.

If Tang Ping hadn't woken up and sued the land, I'm afraid he would have ended up with Lao Zhang.

He secretly decided in his heart that he must embark on the path of cultivation.

The first step is to understand the cultivation knowledge of this world.

The second step is to open the Underground Lord.

Tang Ping guessed that opening the underground master should be to reach a certain level of yin power.

I don't know the benefits of opening the underground lord for the time being, but I can guess it.

The first is the function of the underworld, which is to control a certain territory, and in this territory, there should be characteristics such as controlling the power of the earth, essence, and so on.

Battles within a province may also be bonus.

Tang Ping's goal now is very simple, that is, to be stable, to have his own self-protection ability, and not to be too conspicuous.

It all had to be done in secret.

At this time, Tang Ping saw Lao Zhang, who was crawling towards the residence on the ground little by little.

Lao Zhang's appearance is miserable, his soul body is almost transparent, and he is missing half a leg, so he is estimated to not live long.

Tang Ping stepped forward to help.

"Uncle Zhang, slow down."

"Ahem, I'm sorry for you, little brother Tang."

Lao Zhang smiled bitterly.

Tang Ping helped him into the house, and then returned to his house, taking out what little ghost mud was left.

"Eat something first."

Lao Zhang buried his head in eating a few bites, and Tang Ping felt strange when he saw these scenes on the side.

There is only a little skin left in the neck, how is the food digested?

The severed head Lao Zhang's complexion improved a lot, he put down the jar, looked at Tang Ping with cloudy eyes, and said with a hoarse smile: "What do you want to know?" ”

He saw Tang Ping's purpose at a glance.

This kid looks low-key, but after more contact, you can see that he is not willing to be ordinary.

Tang Ping did not beat around the bush.

"I want to know the cultivation path of our ghosts."

"Haha, you kid! The old man will tell you what he knows. ”

Lao Zhang knew that he didn't have a few days to live, so it didn't hurt to tell Tang Ping.

It's not a secret, and the old ghosts who have lived a little longer know it.

"Ordinary souls dissipate in seven days, and turn into ghosts by chance, that is, we are, ordinary ghosts have a life span of twelve years, if they have the opportunity to eat spiritual things such as spiritual rice and spiritual water rich in yin qi, or obtain the method of breathing out the essence of the sun and the moon, they can increase their lifespan by a certain amount, no more than forty-nine, which is the limit of ordinary ghosts."

The ghost will spit out the cultivation path of the sun essence and the moon flower, the essence of heaven and earth, and give birth to yin power, and will use spells to awaken the flying sky and the magic power through the wall, that is, the evil soul.

"Fangcai's long knife Liu is a soul, the soul has a lifespan of eighty-one years, and every time the ghost door is opened, you can enter the yang world."

"Above the soul is the wandering god, and the soul body is almost mortal, and it can enter and leave the yang world at any time."

"That's what the old man knows, and the rest is not very clear."

"In and out of the yang world, where is the yang world? Why do you have to go? ”

Tang Ping asked his doubts.

"The underworld is monotonous and barren, and the yang world has many resources. As for where the sun is, it's overhead! ”

The severed head pointed to the sky.

Ghosts don't see the earth, and people don't see the wind.

Ghosts are free to live in the dirt world.

And in the eyes of mortals, they have a solid land under their feet.

The same is true of ghosts looking at the mortal world.

Every breeze, every glimmer of light, and every pervasive flowing air in the mortal world is a thick wall of storm to the ghosts.

"I see, thank you seniors."

Tang Ping solemnly thanked him.

"Hehe, the old man is a little tired."

The severed head Lao Zhang waved his hand, looking a little tired, and his soul body was on the verge of dissipation.

"Retire first."

Tang Ping bowed deeply, one was to thank Lao Zhang for his doubts, and the other was to thank Lao Zhang for his support in the past three months.

"By the way, there is a mountain stream in the southwest of the forest, and there is a cold pool along the upstream, and there will be strange ghosts from all sides trading every fifteenth, remember not to reveal your identity."

Behind Tang Ping, there was the voice of the severed head of Lao Zhang.

"Treasure ......"

Tang Ping paused.

I heard a long sigh behind me.

There is a trace of regret, a trace of nostalgia, and a trace of unwillingness.

This is the last breath of anger of the ghosts, and after it is vented, the soul is gone.

Back in the house, Tang Ping's face was gloomy, and he must not follow in the footsteps of Lao Zhang in the future.

A hazy and gloomy haunted house.

Tang calmly cultivated, exhaled the yin qi of Yuehua, and advanced towards the underground main path step by step.

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