Seven days later.

The wooden house is gloomy.

A man in white sits cross-legged.

The complexion is blue and gray, the soul body is transparent, and the body surface is dark and yin.

After a long time, the man in white opened his eyes, and the cyan yin qi in his ghost eyes flashed away.

Tang Ping stood up, in the dark wooden house, his eyes flashed with an inexplicable light.

I saw him stretch out his right hand, and put his index and middle fingers together.

Crash!

A wisp of green ghost fire suddenly rose from his fingertips.

The ghost fire is not hot, but there is an amazing coldness.

Tang Ping's heart moved.

Crash!

The ghostly fire floated out, circled in the air, and vanished.

Tang Ping put away the spell, and the panel appeared in front of him again.

Yin Gathering (7/100) Ghost Fire (21/100)

"The Yin Gathering Technique can rise a little a day, and the Ghost Fire Technique can rise a little bit a day. Now the yin power in the body is a little bigger than the hair strands, and it can release about three ghost fire techniques. ”

Tang Ping thought to himself.

The power of the ghost fire technique is not too great, and even if it hurts the vital point, it is only at the level of making people hurt.

But it doesn't matter much, and it's only been seven days since the awakening was announced.

What if it's a month? What about a hundred days?

If you continue to cultivate, the power of the Ghost Fire Technique will definitely be strong.

With such a panel that can face up to the results of his efforts, Tang Ping is full of enthusiasm in his heart.

After experimenting with spells, Tang Ping returned to his unremarkable appearance again.

He walked out the door.

Through the shade of the trees overhead, the sky was gray and the sun was dark.

The weather in the underworld has not changed for thousands of years.

There was some darkness under the banyan tree, thousands of dark brown trees hanging down, and the knotted trunks were covered with red blood.

This is the ghost blood vine, a vine that feeds on parasitic trees.

Whoa!

At this time, it began to rain lightly.

The rain beats the leaves and runs down the whiskers, moistening the grass and trees.

At this time, some of the trees grow blood-red spores, as if some fruit has grown.

Tang Ping sighed, stepped forward, and used his fingernails to remove the excess spores from each tree's whiskers.

The tree should be about the thickness of a thumb, and each spores should not exceed five spores, otherwise the spores would not be able to thrive.

These spores are the fruit of ghost cotton.

The ghosts of the three identical banyan trees under the banyan tree and not far away all make a living from this.

It is watered once every five days and cotton grows in three months.

After the cotton was ripe, the long knife Liu would bring the big ghost merchant to buy it, which was usually used to exchange for food, and rarely used to exchange for ghost money.

After all, the income from their labor is only enough for them to survive.

"If my skin color is not correct, how can I pick cotton?"

Tang Ping laughed at himself.

No, isn't blue-gray skin also black? Deserves to pick cotton.

Many ghosts in the neighborhood also took advantage of the rain to do the same job.

Tang Ping had no intention of talking to them.

Ghosts are not easy to form, either they have a grudge in their hearts, or they are different from ordinary people in some way.

All in all, it's not easy to mess with.

Especially if you have a big secret.

Squeak.

At this time, the wooden house of the severed head Lao Zhang opened.

Get out of a strange-looking ghost.

He has a money rat tail, a mustache, and a big eye on the back of his neck.

Hind-eyed ghosts?

It seems that his name is Hachi, and he is also a resident under this banyan tree.

He was holding Lao Zhang's jar, chairs, clothes, and other items.

Seeing Tang Ping's gaze over, Ha Chi hugged the thing tightly and muttered, "The old guys are all dead, I wonder if no one wants it." ”

After that, he ignored Tang Ping and walked straight to his home.

Before leaving, he also took a look at Lao Zhang's home, and it seemed that he would come next time.

Tang Ping did not argue with him.

Hachi looks weird, but he's also an ordinary ghost.

According to the memories of the predecessor, there was no great unified dynasty in the Yangma, but it was in a state of many kingdoms, many of which were aliens.

The back-eye people are also inhumans, and the big-headed ghost who came to harvest cotton some time ago is an inhuman from the Dashou country.

They can also become ghosts when they die.

For the next few days, Tang Ping focused on cultivation.

One day.

Tang Ping woke up, restrained his yin qi, and said in surprise:

"Life expectancy has actually increased!"

The proficiency of Yin Gathering exceeded ten, and the lifespan changed from twelve years to thirteen years.

In other words, if you continue to practice the Yin Gathering Technique, your lifespan will continue to increase.

Then you don't have to worry about longevity.

Under his calculations, he finally found the key point of cultivation.

Yin Gathering Technique can only be used once a day, and Ghost Fire cannot be more than three times.

Otherwise, there will be hunger and dizziness.

Tang Ping concluded that the consumption was too great.

Inside the wooden house, Tang Ping took out a charcoal pen and wrote his experience on the ground.

"The number of times you limit may be that you don't have enough food to support your cultivation."

Tang Ping wrote two lines on the ground.

One is to work hard to grow cotton and exchange more food with merchants.

The second is to go to the mountain stream ghost market that the severed head Lao Zhang said.

Listening to Lao Zhang's meaning, the mountain stream ghost market may have more cultivation materials than ordinary ghost markets.

But in this damp and dark place, danger is inevitable.

Tang Ping still didn't want to take the risk.

It takes three months to cultivate the Yin Gathering Technique to one hundred, and it takes more than thirty days to cultivate the Ghost Fire Technique to one hundred.

After the cultivation is completed, there may be a qualitative change.

Isn't it just a few months?

You still have plenty of time to risk it.

It's not cornered.

And the strength is not enough and it is not suitable to go out, and the strength is enough in the future, if there is a lack of food, you may be able to take a look.

Not right now.

There is no so-called order in the underworld, others look at you if they don't like you, they will kill you if they say they will kill you, and they will not be punished, and they don't know who to go to when they die.

"Hey, there it is."

Tang Ping had a flash of inspiration, he couldn't go by himself, so he could let others explore the way.

Isn't there a ready-made guy just now?

Night.

Tang Ping secretly went out, and after repeated observations, he secretly broke into Lao Zhang's house.

His senses were so sharp now that he was sure that no one had noticed him.

He quickly threw a wooden board with writing under Lao Zhang's bed, and then returned to the house.

It has the address of the mountain stream ghost city and a plausible word about chance.

With Hachi's temperament, it is estimated that he will come over.

In the next few days, Tang Ping devoted himself to cultivation.

Occasionally, he carried a wooden bucket to the creek outside the forest to fetch water to irrigate the cotton spores.

A few days later, Hachi emptied Lao Zhang's house, and seeing this guy's sneaky appearance, Tang Ping knew that this kid must have found a plank, and it would be up to him to see if this guy dared to go.

Twenty days later.

The mastery of the Yin Gathering Technique is thirty-one, and the Ghost Fire Technique is successfully reset.

Inside the wooden house.

Rumble!

A human-sized gray-green ghost fireball hovers through the void.

There was an icy chill all around.

The swaying light supported Tang Ping's blue-gray face, ghostly.

Sou!

The flame goes out.

Ghost Fire (0/1000) (Small)

The ghost fire technique entered the realm of Xiaocheng, recalling the knife of the long knife Liu that day, Tang Ping felt that his fireball did not fall at all.

I don't have the realm of Soul Evil, but the spell is almost Soul Power.

"It's not enough, keep it full."

Tang Ping took a break and practiced again.

Long Dao Liu is just a small horse boy, and there are many people who are stronger than him.

The two spells are constantly cultivated and broken through.

A few more days passed.

On this day, the cotton is in full bloom.

Tang Ping filled three sacks in his area.

Crash......

Another burst of green mist.

Several white paper horses burst out of the fog.

The paper horse was followed by four pale eccentrics with rouge on both sides of their cheeks.

The strange man not only has a face, but also a snow-white body, with a grin on his face, not only rouge, but also lipstick.

It's a paper man!

The paper man carried a bamboo sedan chair, and on the bamboo sedan chair sat a big-headed ghost with a head and body as high.

The first businessman.

Bang bang bang!

The long knife Liu struck the gong under his men.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and come here. ”

Eighteen ghosts came over with sacks, and Tang Ping was behind the crowd.

At this time, there were still many ghosts carrying sacks from outside, and there were more than a hundred ghosts present.

"The old rule, hand over the black wood ghost boss forty percent, in view of your performance a few days ago, another thirty percent will be deducted. That's a total of seventy percent. Are you not convinced? ”

Seeing the expression of the long knife Liu, these three percent must be swallowed by him.

The ghosts were pale, but they didn't dare to say anything.

Tang Ping saw that Ha Chi's expression suddenly became firm, and he seemed to have made up some kind of determination.

The fish took the bait.

Three hundred pounds of harvest.

All the ghosts stepped forward one by one to weigh the pounds.

Tang Ping's harvest is 300 catties, in addition to the 70% of the commission, there is also a harvest of 90 catties.

"For what?"

The big-headed ghost has a white face and red lips, a man's appearance, an old lady's voice, and an abacus in his hand, extremely uncomfortable.

"It's all in the mud."

Thirty percent of the cotton was deducted, and there was no money left at all.

Tang Ping went home and took out the black altar, the big-headed ghost opened the leather bag on his waist, poured out a bunch of mud, poured it on the iron tray, about thirty catties before putting away the bag, and the paper man put the mud on the altar.

"This is a storage bag?"

Tang Ping thought to himself, this thing is really convenient.

The merchant departed.

Long Dao Liu mounted his horse and glanced at everyone.

"Do a good job, don't be foolish, drive!"

The ghosts disappeared into the black fog.

"When I am done, I will vomit out everything I eat."

Tang Ping thought to himself, and then went home with the black altar, plus the month's inventory was barely enough to eat.

Next.

Deep in the woods, there was no one around.

A skinny boar arches the ground.

Bang!

Suddenly, a dark green fireball broke through the air, directly blasting the lower half of the wild boar's body into pieces, and the scattered dark green cold fire burned small craters on the ground.

A man in white emerged from the grass.

This person is Tang Ping.

He walked up to the boar, and the rusty knife stabbed the boar in the neck, and the boar's green pupils suddenly went out.

There are no living creatures in the underworld, and the wild boar is also a living creature born after the death of a living being.

Pitch-black blood and cold flesh are also a tonic for ghosts.

Tang Ping carefully cut open the black skin and cut off the place that had been burned and rotted by the cold fire.

There's no way, cultivation is too energy-consuming, eat some meat to replenish it.

Cut the meat into strips and carefully wrap it in a cloth, he is a ghost, so naturally he didn't eat raw and cooked.

After doing this, Tang Ping swaggered home, carrying a handful of fern wild vegetables in his hand, pretending to pick wild vegetables and fruits and came back.

The ghosts here are like this, get some game to spice up their lives, his behavior is not too conspicuous.

As for the wild boar, don't expose it, ordinary ghosts, and not from Orion, it's quite shocking to suddenly bring back a wild boar.

After I went back, I immediately took out two strips of meat and feasted on them, the taste was unpalatable, but I got used to it.

As night falls, the blood moon is complete.

Today is the night of the full moon of the fifteenth.

Tang Ping quietly opened a crack in the door, looked at the blood-red moon, and waited for a certain figure.

(Later update times are 12 p.m. and 7 or 8 p.m.)