Yin and Yang Realm, City of Ten Thousand Bones.
This is the territory of the "ghost generals". The sun and moon coexist in the sky shine on the dried earth. What the few ghosts here have to do every day is to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon and constantly improve their spiritual abilities, hoping that one day they can Follow your king back to earth and rule the world.
The streets of Wangu City are all in the architectural style of the Northern Song Dynasty. In the center of the city stands a majestic tower that reaches into the sky.
On the thirtieth floor of this thirty-two-level pagoda, Qinglong General Wu You, one of the four ghost generals among the ghost generals, was listening to the report of his subordinates.
"Are you saying that Yang Sihai's soul has been destroyed?" The expression on Wu You's face was uncertain.
The one who was reporting to Wu You was Jiao Mujiao, the ghost general of the Qinglong tribe: "Yes, after he escaped from the City of Ten Thousand Bones privately, he returned to the human world to seek revenge. Because he was very weak, he didn't need to go through the Realm Transfer Gate. He can find gaps to cross the border, and his ability is good at escaping. My subordinates are really unable to recover, so please punish me, General."
Wu You stared at Jiaomu Jiao's face, whose back was soaked with cold sweat. Wu You slowly walked to his side, patted Jiaomu Jiao's shoulder with one hand and said, "I mean, Xiaojiao, are you?" I’ve watched too many period movies. How many times have I told you, don’t call me General, call me President Wu. Didn’t you die during the Anti-Japanese War? Why can’t you keep up with the times?”
Jiaomu Jiao's face turned into an embarrassing expression: "But several other generals said this is a rule..."
"What do you care about what they do? The three of them are a bunch of old antiques. They have been dead for hundreds of years and have not seen the world. They stay in seclusion all day long. I let them play mahjong, but they actually said that I am despondent with playing with things. Hey, I I died earlier than them, but now they are educating me. Now we are the weakest of the three forces in the Yin and Yang world, and they are still dreaming about fighting back to the human world all day long. There is no cure." Wu You sat down. There was just a lot of complaining on the sofa.
In the City of Bones, which is full of antiques, only his room has so many modern "smuggled goods". Although ghosts in the Yin and Yang Realm have bodies, they can completely ignore their material needs, so these enjoyments are indeed rare.
"But..." Wu You's face straightened: "Yang Sihai is also a member of our ghost generals after all. Although he has not reached the level of your twenty-eight stars, he has also practiced the integration of spirit and body. He is better than those lonely people in the city. Ghosts are always better, but now that he is dead, I, the HR manager, cannot remain indifferent. I must at least give those ghost hunters some color."
"General...Mr. Wu, now is actually a good opportunity to teach those ghost hunters a lesson. Recently they are holding a so-called newcomer evaluation competition. Many ghost hunters have gathered in S City. Yang Sihai's spiritual consciousness is in that city. If they disappear, why don’t we take this opportunity to fight them.”
"Bah, you don't have to use your brain. It's not Qingming now. We, the four-phase ghost generals, can't get through that thing at the Realm Gate. Not even you, the twenty-eight-year-old, can get through it. Are you going to send a group of miscellaneous soldiers to fight with them? There are three Ten Palaces of Hell sitting in charge of the evaluation of newcomers. Should you teach them a lesson, or should they teach you a lesson?"
"Mr. Wu is saying...that his subordinates are stupid..."
"I think it's time to put 'that thing' out." "A cold look flashed in Wu You's eyes.
Jiao Mujiao looked at Wu You in surprise: "Mr. Wu...could it be that you are talking about the 'dream demon'?" "
"He has been locked up in the dungeon for long enough. It's time to let him breathe. It won't be a problem for him to move around. If it were him, it wouldn't be difficult to deal with dozens of ghost hunters."
"But...if the Dream Demon plots rebellion again..."
"Don't worry, the essence of the sun and moon cannot be absorbed in the dungeon. The dream demon who was on par with Boss Suzaku three hundred years ago is probably the limit of fighting three twenty-eight nights alone. Your growth over the years is also considerable. The main thing I value is him. Although the ability is useless against sleepless ghosts, it is another matter to deal with those living people."
Jiaomu Jiao's Adam's apple twitched up and down. He left the room with Wu You's handwritten order and headed towards the dungeon. He was about to release a monster that had been imprisoned for three hundred years, a monster that could be used when the Ghost Generals were first established. The ghost who fought to a tie with the strongest Suzaku ghost general
soul……
In the human world, Xiangyi Canteen.
"What? You only got second place three years ago?" Dorian shouted to Jijiu, almost spitting the food in his mouth into Jijiu's face.
Even after quitting drinking, he still had an expressionless face: "That's right, the juniors of the major families, because there is no concept of three years in the industry, they can only participate in the newcomer evaluation until they are over sixteen years old. Basically, every three years, they are from the major families. Taking the top three places, the first place in the last session was the only eldest son of the Liu family in Chengdu, Biyingjianqiang Liu Hang. However, this is the only person in the younger generation of the Liu family, so you don’t have to worry about him having younger brothers and sisters to follow you this year. beat."
"Oh, so the Liu family will have no chance of participating in this competition for at least the next sixteen years?"
"Yes, but there are many powerful families. In reality, these aristocratic families are also very powerful. They basically ignore things like family planning. Twenty years counts as one generation. During this period, there may be three or four new people, not including relatives. This kind of thing."
"Isn't that unfair to us newbie ghost hunters?"
Jijiu cast his contemptuous eyes at Daolin again: "In the competition six years ago, I just entered the industry for a month and won the first place."
"Pfft!" Dolin finally spit out his rice, "What? Wasn't it that year when the younger generations of major families were in decline? How could a good-for-nothing man take first place?"
Qingjiu didn't want to get entangled with him about something that had passed: "I don't know what happened that year, but this year, I know a little bit about it."
"Oh? How do you say this?"
Qingjiu took out a pamphlet from his arms, which actually said "Player Information and Odds", and handed it to Dowling, whose face was twitching.
"Hey... what are the odds... There are all these things, isn't it too arrogant? Has it completely turned into a black market boxing match?"
"There are some people who have psychic abilities but are unwilling to join the ranks of ghost hunters. We call these people 'marginal people', such as Yu Xin. These people sometimes travel privately between the yin and yang world and the human world. They do things similar to smuggling, and try to make profits from various major events in the ghost hunting world. Human laws cannot control them. The ghost hunting world feels that they promote economic prosperity, so their lives are actually much better than ours. .
This booklet costs three thousand ghost coins, and it is all written with words that can only be seen with spiritual vision. "
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