A woman held her daughter in her arms and asked, "Master Hong, there is no local tax here, but is there still a local tax?"
The red-haired ghost was impatient: "You have become the souls in the underworld, where will the human tax come from?"
The villagers were in an uproar, and some even burst into tears, secretly hating that they were born too early, came too late, and that their wives and children had starved to death early.
The villagers asked again and again: "Master, if even the personal tax is exempted! But there are still corvees!"
"Corvee?" The red-haired ghost shook his head repeatedly in annoyance: "No, no."
"That farm tax, business tax, house tax, fishery tax..."
"Are you here to recite sutras? No, no, you don't hand over anything, and my wife won't accept anything!" The red-haired ghost jumped up angrily, and a gust of wind blew away those light and fluttering souls. Only the old village chief's soul was solid and motionless. .
The villagers were wandering around, talking in various directions, and everyone couldn't believe it: "There are no corvees, and no taxes are collected. How do the ladies here make a living!"
"Yes, yes, what do you live on?"
"Isn't the empress also a miserable person?"
Angry at the villager's words, Hong Mao blew his beard and stared, jumping three feet high, but was finally stopped by Xue Cuo.
The old village chief quickly bowed to Xue Cuo, and then to Hongmao and Lvmao: "Master, don't blame me. I admire Li Shouyi of Tiancun and haven't asked the names of the two masters yet."
Lu Mao said: "What sir, we are the two vases on my mother-in-law's table, her most beloved treasure."
Hongmao: "Yes, yes, my most beloved!"
The green-haired ghost interrupted and said: "These tens of thousands of empty rooms are all ownerless things. You can just use them as you like. Don't bother the ghosts!"
The old village chief's eyes widened, and his voice became hoarse with excitement: "A house is also given?"
The red-haired ghost looked around the decaying Yin City and replied gruffly: "That's right, except for the Shenling Mansion, Duwen Tower and Wangxiang Terrace, you can take whatever else you want."
The scene was silent for a moment, and the villagers suddenly knelt down and kowtowed. The red-haired ghost was confused and quietly retreated behind Xue Cuo, muttering fiercely: "Brother, these ghosts seem to want to eat me alive. They are really vicious."
The green-haired ghost replied: "Second brother, handsome ghosts like you and me are the easiest to be plotted against."
Xue Cuo took a look at the two ghosts' faces and couldn't help but admired them: "The two uncles are indeed born - red lips and white teeth."
The red-haired and green-haired boys were immediately elated and overjoyed.
The old village chief and the villagers were busy moving to their new homes, and a group of people rushed into the town with joy, even though they were dead.
"Grandpa, grandpa, wait for me to go with you!"
Xue Cuo jumped up and wanted to take advantage of the situation and run away together, but unfortunately his short legs couldn't run fast. He was hugged by the red-haired ghost. He could only watch the sixty-year-old man disappear into the black, white and gray town with quick steps.
The red-haired ghost supported Xue Cuo, and the green-haired ghost held Xue Cuo's lower back. Both ghosts were smiling like flowers.
"Young Master, my Majesty said that when you come, I will take you into the main hall."
"No, no, no."
"Let's go, let's go~"
"Hey, uncles, you've only been here for a while, why don't you go shopping around first, I can go shopping by myself."
The green-haired ghost shook his head angrily: "No, no, no, the queen said, a cooked duck can't fly."
When Xue Cuo heard this, he didn't even dare to go. He held on to the door frame with his two little hands and wanted to bite it with his teeth. He thought to himself: I'm afraid that stingy lady will show her true colors and eat me alive.
The green-haired ghost held him still, scratched his head, and simply dismantled the door frame. The two of them carried Xue Cuo into the lobby like a sedan.
Xue Cuo couldn't help but feel sad and gnashed his teeth.
He secretly made up his mind that it would be better if the lady was polite and swallowed him in one gulp, so that he would suffer less. If he wanted to marinate it carefully with a knife and eat it, he would curse it and die generously!
Yin City is dilapidated and withered, but Shen Ling Mansion is slightly better.
Its front yard is long and horizontal, and its main yard is square and wide. It is surrounded by corridors and houses, and there is a high hall and mirror in the middle. It is like an official mansion. There are two stone statues of gods at each entrance of the hall. They are both simple, solemn, deep and majestic, but they are different from those in front of the mansion. Like a stone lion, the head was ruined.
The red-haired ghost carried Xue Cuo to the stone statue and put down the door frame: "Young Master, the lobby is in front of you. Please take a few steps."
Xue Cuo has reached this point and is no longer afraid. He will die no matter what. He wants to see what kind of medicine the empress sells in the gourd!
The way of incense is the most cunning and mysterious, and it is good at confusing people's hearts. In recent years, the world of cultivation has also destroyed the new incense kingdom. The mortals who were rescued were broken into pieces, and their blood was sucked clean. If they can't be saved, they will die. , will only kowtow to the clay statues.
Xue Cuo's disgust for the God of Incense and Fire was the impact he witnessed with his own eyes, but as for the Immortal Sect, why do those mortals not like life, but like death?
Xue Cuo was deeply troubled, but he comforted himself that he could not generalize, otherwise he would misunderstand the people in the world.
He walked in the door with a sullen face, and there was a thin layer of dust under his feet. The dust moved automatically without wind, hitting Xuan'er.
The red-haired and green-haired man stood in front of the stone statue with a sad look on his face. Brother, how can you be covered in dust?
Red Mao wiped his eyes and said to Green Mao: "Go and get water quickly, don't let brother get covered in dust."
Xue Cuo walked further and saw two ghosts muttering in front of the statue, but could not hear clearly what they said.
He paid attention secretly and turned his back to draw the spell.
But I had no pen and paper, so I quietly took out a pen with almost all its hair off from the desk in the courtroom, and took out a book with all its pages peeled off, leaving only a few blank and yellowed pages.
Xue Cuo was writing quickly with a fierce look in his eyes. How could he, the Little Talisman God of Liuyun Peak, just sit back and wait for death!
As he was drawing, Xue Cuo suddenly discovered something strange.
"Where did the name come from?"
"Li Ergou."
"Juwang."
"Zhong Xiaoshuang"
…
Xue Cuo frowned, but was surprised to find that he could not control the strokes. The bald-hair pen moved on its own, writing names one by one on the book, very fast, and there were more than a hundred names in detail.
Xue Cuo raised his head and looked around: "Goddess?"
No one answered, and the courtroom was silent.
I don’t know when paper money started falling from the sky. At first it was very slow and scattered, and then slowly, more and more money fell.
Xue Cuo couldn't let go of his hand and couldn't control his spiritual energy. He was scared and angry, so he simply became cruel and sat on the high-backed chair: "What on earth do you want to do?!"
Duh——
Xue Cuo seemed to hear the sound of water flowing slowly in Daze.
From the moment he sat in the court, the originally quiet Ling Sheng Hall changed, and scenes flashed before Xue Cuo's eyes.
He saw the tombs piled with countless coffins, and the soil was dyed black by the blood sacrifices. He saw the people who were building the high platform being crushed by the sudden falling boulders, and their blood was pouring out. He saw the babies wearing red and green clothes by the lake being thrown into the lake. There are swarms of fish and shrimps at the bottom of the lake, passing through countless white bones.
The images were extremely unfamiliar, miserable and terrifying.
At the end of the picture, the scene returns to the black swamp, with white paper money raining down from the sky.
Xue Cuo was frightened and had a splitting headache. He hugged his little hands tightly: "Stop!"
The bald-hair pen remained unmoved, writing down names one by one. The pen was as sharp as a knife and penetrated the back of the paper.
Xue Cuo was sweating like rain, and was tortured by the flashing images. His chubby little hands were as pale as paper, and there was blood seeping between his fingers.
When he was almost unable to bear it anymore, the bald-haired pen stopped. Xue Cuo was sweating profusely. When he took a look, the book automatically turned the pages without any wind. There were names on every page, and there were thousands of people there. So much.
Xue Cuo was in a daze and saw a sparkling swamp.
There is a beautiful boat parked on the swamp, and a monk with a handsome face wearing a blue robe is meditating.
Sitting next to him was a young man who looked like a consumptive ghost, dressed in fine clothes, and carrying many densely packed black figures on his back.
Xue Cuo looked carefully. The little people suddenly turned their heads and looked in the direction of Xue Cuo. The dense white eyeballs startled Xue Cuo. Then the little people climbed up and down around the young man, making sounds like cows and birds in their mouths. Xue Cuo's heart was filled with sadness when he heard the cry, which was so pitiful and resentful.
Xiao Feng opened his eyes and looked at Tianshi. He couldn't hold the Ghost Killing Talisman anymore. It seemed that he was really angry.
Li Zhizhou was hit by a gust of wind and had a headache. Seeing his son foaming at the mouth, he begged: "Chief Immortal, hasn't the time come yet?"
Xiao Feng frowned and took a few steps with his sword behind his back: "It's not yet noon and there are no immortals on duty. Even if I burn the talisman, it will be useless."
Li Zhizhou had a sad look on his face. He had gone out to celebrate his birthday, and he didn't want to make any mistakes. He said with a flattering smile, "Wait a minute, Master Zhizhou. Your Majesty, I'm not going to miss this hour or three."
Li Zhizhou snorted heavily, and Xiao Feng suddenly said: "The time has come."
The two of them held their breath and concentrated, not daring to make any big moves. Sao Feng directed the people to sacrifice three animals and perform nine rituals before starting to burn the talismans.
The talisman was burned to the Ministry of Life, and the cause and effect of the matter were written on it. With the gift of the longevity person, it was given to the talisman's sect for inheritance.
Xue Cuo saw that the talisman was crowded with names, which were almost the same as the ones he had just written.
The blue talisman burned up and turned into a blue official letter, flying towards the sky.
Xue Cuo looked at it and suddenly felt something in his heart. He reached out and grabbed it out of thin air, and he caught it.
The blue official letter went straight up, taking Xue Cuo with it.
It happened that the red-haired ghost and the green-haired ghost came in carrying water. Xue Cuo quickly shouted: "Uncle, come and help!"
When the two ghosts saw Xue Cuo flying inexplicably and rushing towards the roof, they rushed over and dragged Xue Cuo down.
Xue Cuo looked ferocious, his face turned the color of pig liver.
"pull--"
The red-haired ghost and the green-haired ghost gritted their teeth and worked hard together. The blue official letter had never encountered this kind of thing before, and the person who drew the talisman did not expect this situation at all. The talisman swayed up and down, as if trying to break through the restraints, but fell little by little. down.
"Keep pulling," Xue Cuo was trying hard, but suddenly he turned pale in fright, kicked his legs and said, "Uncle, don't pull my pants!"
Stab——
The official letter fell together with Xue Cuo.
Xue Cuo shyly hid behind the desk and tied his pants.
The red-haired ghost said secretly: "There are such big slap marks on his butt."
The green-haired ghost said in a rough voice: "You are too blind. Is this allowed to be said? Keep your voice down."
Xue Cuo's face turned red first, then darkened.
Sao Feng was greatly surprised when he saw the official letter flying halfway and disappearing into thin air.
