Early the next morning, Qian Yunsheng finished his preparations and clasped his fists at the elders who saw him off and the old ghosts who came over:
"Please rest assured that after returning this time, it can take anywhere from three to five days to seven or eight days. I will definitely be able to bring you the things you need."
The great elder standing aside looked gloomy, but he pretended to be quite kind and said:
"I didn't expect that your black-hand organization is so powerful that even the blockade of Leiyin Temple is ineffective against you. Then I am here to look forward to the good news from the special envoy!"
Qian Yunsheng smiled slightly and said:
"The Great Elder has misunderstood. The price for us to break through the blockade of Leiyin Temple is actually not small. It's just that we are determined to win the final victory for the ghost land, no matter the cost."
"Therefore, if you win this time, you must never forget the contribution of my black hand and help!"
The white-skinned old ghost smiled coldly at the side and said:
"Although the special envoy said something righteous, we have been rummaging through boxes and cabinets these days, and we have taken out all the inventory that has lasted for tens of thousands of years. Your black hands should have made a lot of money this time, right?"
Qian Yunsheng also didn't expect that the ghost land would be so barren. The eight major tribes worked together, but they didn't find many spiritual stones or magic weapons. No wonder no one has been interested in the small world of Huangquan for so many years. It seems that they are really poor.
But no matter how poor a place is, as long as you use your brain, you can always develop reliable uses. For example, the Black Hand organization this time clearly came with the goal of enslaving the ghost land, and it obviously found the right way to use it.
Although this place is a bit poor, the ghosts coming out of this place are really brave and good at fighting! Otherwise, Leiyin Temple would not be able to clean up after tens of thousands of years.
If they are really enslaved by the Black Hand organization, how much more combat power will be added to them!
This is also caused by Buddhist monks who are not flexible enough and blindly want to eliminate ghosts and monsters. In fact, judging from the cooperation between Qian Yunsheng and the fox-faced female ghost, the ghost land is not as wild and unreasonable as the Buddhist cultivators advertised.
"Fortunately, it is difficult for Black Hand's wish to come true." Qian Yunsheng sneered in his heart.
But then again, although for a force, Guidi is a bit poor. But for Qian Yunsheng alone, it was a huge profit.
Therefore, he was in a very happy mood and laughed: "For everyone, wouldn't these spiritual stones be useless after being placed in the ghost land for tens of thousands of years?"
"But after being exchanged to us this time, all these spiritual stones can be fully used. By then, won't we be able to provide you with a steady stream of support?"
Another big red-haired ghost waved his hand on the side and said: "Both parties will benefit from this cooperation. Whoever wins and who loses each has his own account in his heart."
"But if your black hands want to make money, you have to have the special envoy really bring the things back. The special envoy has also seen it, and we have piled the spiritual stones there. Whether you black hands can really get it depends on the special envoy's ability. ”
Qian Yunsheng laughed and took out the Taiyi Haotian Ark. Immediately, the Taiyi Haotian Boat revealed a shimmering aura. It was of extraordinary quality at first glance, adding to his heroic spirit.
He jumped into the Taiyi Haotian Boat, raised his hands to the ghosts and monsters below and said, "Please wait for my good news!"
After saying that, he no longer hesitated and lightly tapped the flying boat under his feet, and it shot towards the sky like a rainbow.
On the other side, around the soil, the huge bonfires had turned into cold ashes, and the tall altars were being dismantled one after another. The ghosts and monsters who were tired after a night of worship were preparing for their return.
Outside the large tent of the fox-faced female ghost, a huge ghost with messy hair, hanging eyes, and a nose turned upward was crawling outside the tent. He said angrily: "Hai Bo, Team A 4 and 5, please see Saint Aunt!"
"Come in!" The cold voice of the fox-faced female ghost soon came from inside.
Haibo scratched his hair, climbed up, and walked into the tent of the fox-faced female ghost as if he had made up his mind.
After entering the tent, the light immediately became much darker. Haibo only felt that the saint aunt in front of him seemed to be sitting in an abyss, which was unfathomable. It quickly knelt down and caressed its chest and said:
"See Saint Aunt, Haibo is here to report!"
The fox-faced female ghost stood up and took a few steps. Showing that its heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface, it slowly asked: "Have you thought it through?"
When Haibo heard the fox-faced female ghost ask this question, he trembled, raised his head resolutely, and said loudly:
"For the benefit of the tribe, Haibo has figured it out. Haibo is willing!"
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
The fox-faced female ghost said three words in a row, but in fact it was not very excited. Instead, it sat back like a deflated rubber ball and said:
"I'm very happy that you can think clearly, but what you have to do this time is to die, and there is absolutely no chance of surviving."
"And in the process, you may suffer unimaginable pain. You may even experience something that is ten thousand times more painful than death. You must be mentally prepared for this."
"And you have to understand that if you can't stand it any longer, it's very likely that our entire tribe will fall into an irreversible situation!"
The more serious the fox-faced female ghost said, the more determined Haibo's eyes became. Its eyes began to turn cold, and it calmly replied: "Aunt Saint can leave this matter to me, that is her trust in Haibo."
"What's more, I was brought up by the old patriarch personally. Without the old patriarch, Haibo would not be what he is today. The old patriarch was framed and died. Haibo is useless and cannot avenge the old patriarch."
"So, for Haibo, the day the old patriarch died, Haibo was already dead. Now the saint aunt says that a dead body like me can still be of some use to the tribe, and the saint aunt is still hesitant. What?"
"Saint Aunt is so hesitant, does she think that I, Haibo, am not brave enough? The human race's evil tricks mean nothing to Haibo! Please rest assured, Aunt Saint, Haibo will resolutely complete Saint Aunt's mission even if he dies."
The fox-faced female ghost nodded. After such a short time, she finally adjusted her mood. She nodded coldly and said:
"That's good. You have to remember what I said to you and keep it firmly in your heart. Even if you forget yourself, don't forget those words."
"I will do something to you in a while and take away some of your things. Without these things, on the one hand, it will help you relieve the pain and be able to persist longer; on the other hand, it will also prevent you from being truly traced back."
"It will be very painful then, you have to endure it!"
Haibo heard the fox-faced female ghost say this and knew that it had made up its mind. So he lay down resolutely, kowtowed three times respectfully to the fox-faced female ghost, and choked with sobs:
"Haibo has already said goodbye to his family, so Saint Aunt can just take action. It's just my family, I'll ask Saint Aunt to take care of it from now on!"
The fox-faced female ghost also showed an unbearable look, and said softly: "Don't worry, as long as I, Hai Lanzhu, am alive, I will definitely take good care of your home!"
After saying that, I couldn't bear to say any more, so I quietly pointed my finger and immediately stunned Haibo.
After seeing Haibo being knocked unconscious, Agu floated out from the sleeve of the fox-faced female ghost, walked around it and said:
"Is this what Saint Aunt plans to prepare for Qian Yunsheng's death? Looking at the level, he looks like a high-ranking member of the tribe."
The fox-faced female ghost snorted softly, grabbed Haibo, walked towards the back of the tent and said:
"Hurry up and send a message to that little devil to make it clear that I gave him one of my generals."
"If he doesn't do things well this time or something goes wrong, and he misses our mission, let him scratch his skin carefully!"
Agu is no longer the same as Qian Yunsheng when he met him in the yellow sand sky wall. In addition, through the fox-faced female ghost's infusion of his body this time, he forcibly removed part of his cultivation. After it was upgraded to the Ghost King, its spiritual intelligence also increased.
Therefore, it pretended to scratch its head and spoke to Qian Yunsheng with a rough look:
"Please rest assured, Holy Aunt, I haven't seen him do anything he's not sure about yet!"
