There are secluded gullies, deep valleys, steep ridges and high mountains.
As the night gets darker and the sun sets in the west, there is a five-color altar on the mountain with green candlelight flickering.
The figures in front of the altar swayed, jumped, and the music sounded far away.
Behind the altar is an abyss. Dozens of black shadows squirm and roar on the cliff. The towering heads and green eyes are actually the pythons lurking at the bottom of the abyss.
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The appearance is independent on the mountain, and the clouds are below.
The sky is dim, the day is dark, and the east wind is carrying the rain of gods. "
The mugwort burns, and the green smoke curls up, flying to the sky with the eulogies, arriving at the place where gods, witches and ghosts live.
The priests were dressed strangely, wearing bright red clothes, triangular white hats, and copper rings on their right hands, which made jingling bells when they danced.
What's even more peculiar is that their faces are indigo, like evil spirits from hell.
There are many voids, woods, and underwater ghosts all around.
Yes, this is a ghost.
A man in the woods looked at everything in front of him.
This man is dressed as a scholar. His face is about seventeen or eighteen years old. His appearance can be considered delicate. His translucent body and blue-gray face all indicate that this man is also a ghost, or a ghost that cannot condense into a physical entity.
There is a ghostly mist all around, the mountain wind blows, and the ghostly shadows slowly crawl forward along the green mist.
Under the pale moonlight, this place looks like a ghost.
Compared to the ghost squirming forward, the scholar took half a step back.
The scholar's name was Tang Ping. He was originally from another world. He never expected to die because of the war on the first day he came here.
After death, he came to this underworld and became an evil ghost wandering the underworld.
A hundred miles in radius is ruled by a guy named Tang Shen, and now "Yu Li" (yu, li) is held, which means a spring sacrificial activity.
The person who is responsible for organizing the ceremony is called "Wu Jing (Thought Attack)", and the male witch is responsible for organizing the ceremony.
The green smoke of burning mugwort flies into the sky.
Tang Ping felt that it was still not safe enough. After determining the location, he bypassed and entered the dense forest on the other side and continued walking in the dark and dark forest. Fortunately, ghosts were not afraid of the dark and could see things at night.
When you step on the dead leaves, the leaf piles make a crunching sound. (This is the underworld, the underworld, ghosts live in the underworld, just like mortals in the underworld)
After a long time, the front suddenly opened up, and there were no more weeds or trees around.
What comes into view is a big banyan tree.
The shade of the trees is like a canopy, and the darkness covers half a mile in radius. The tree beards are like a forest, hanging down quietly, and the trunks are knotted and black as iron.
If you look carefully, you will see that it is covered with strange red blood vines, about the thickness of your thumb, and there are faint lines on the blood vines like green ghost eyes.
There are about a dozen wooden houses scattered under the shade of the trees.
Thatch is the top, and tree whiskers are the bones.
Tang Ping's wooden house is on the southwest side of the tree shade, relatively remote, about thirty square meters.
The wooden door can only block the view a little, and the gap is so big that a fist can fit through.
Fortunately, it was relatively quiet, and the nearest wooden house was twenty feet away from him, on the edge of the shade of the trees.
Through the cracks in the wooden house, look at the scene miles away.
Fortunately, it was a ghost, and the darkness did not affect his vision.
On the cliffs of the black abyss, the carols are endless.
boom!
Suddenly, a dark crack opened in the sky, and green light shone in all directions.
A piece of dark brown tortoise shell burned by the flames fell down.
The tortoise shell emits black light, and the black light forms huge characters.
Tang Pingyun looked over carefully and carefully identified the general text.
His predecessor was a scholar-bureaucrat of the Jing Kingdom, so he naturally knew some words. The tortoise shell roughly means that Zuo Shiqing, the official, worshiped ghosts and gods, offering 150 cattle, pigs and sheep, some melons and fruits, some wine, and ten boys and girls each.
Wow!
Tortoise shells and the above-mentioned things fell from the sky.
Like bait falling into the water to attract a school of fish, the surroundings are dark and ghostly.
Roar!
The abyssal python roared into the sky riding the wind and rain, with black and green scales and claws like an eagle. It rushed forward and devoured the cattle, sheep, pigs, boys and girls, while the remaining internal organs and skeletons continued to fall.
Next, a group of blue-skinned and red-skinned evil spirits with a height of one foot and goat's horns flew out of the jungle and underwater. The fire clouds under their feet devoured the remaining skeletons.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Jie Jie Jie!"
The remaining evil spirits were wrapped in black clouds, like tadpoles with black tails in the sky, eating the remaining blood and mugwort smoke.
Countless evil spirits passed by in the sky, and the cold wind penetrated into the wooden house and blew past him, causing his soul to feel a little stinging.
Tang Ping, who was behind the wooden door, couldn't help but curl up, as if this would bring him a sense of security.
Tang Ping was the only one in the wooden house under the banyan tree, and most of the others went to join in the fun of the sacrifice. He did not follow the crowd to grab these things.
These things are not ordinary food, but sacrifices with special energy, and his soul is full of desire for them.
The more this happened, the more Tang Ping was unwilling to take risks.
I have been in this world for more than three months. I don’t know why I woke up, and I don’t know why I have a wooden house.
Maybe the ghost's memory is just so messed up.
After Tang Ping searched for a long time and failed to find the so-called golden finger, he became cautious.
This is a land without rules.
Ghosts, gods, witches, ghost commanders, and monsters rule this underworld.
Nameless ghosts are the lowest existence in the underworld, and any ghost can kill them.
boom!
At this time, the last thing fell from the world.
It was a piece of goose egg yellow jade.
The jade biscuit emits yellow light, and mysterious runes appear faintly in the void.
boom!
The ground broke open, and a giant bronze hand ten feet tall stretched out. The arm was covered with mottled patina. The arm was wrapped with green demonic fire. It grabbed the jade bi and then quickly retracted it to the ground.
The green fire swept across a hundred feet with the smell of sulfur, and the lonely wild ghosts and ghost soldiers and ghosts just now affected a small half of them. The flames burned their souls and then exploded.
The bronze hand then disappeared, the sacrifice ended, the witches disappeared, and the remaining demons and ghosts began to kill each other.
The ghosts either wield magical swords, spit out yin fire, turn into black skulls, and summon paper figures, yin winds, or corpses to fight.
Under the dark, gray sky, there were shining magical lights everywhere, as well as the killing cries of ghosts and monsters.
Bloodiness, terror, cruelty, and the evil of human nature are infinitely magnified.
All ghosts want to get a chance and kill others to climb up.
"Fortunately, I have the foresight." Tang Ping said thankfully.
A ghost like him can't fly or escape, and can only run on his feet. At first glance, he looks like cannon fodder who won't survive two episodes in the movie. It is indeed a bit risky to fight those ghosts who know magic and take chances with your own ghost life.
Snap...
Suddenly, a black light fell outside the house.
"Huh?" Tang Ping's eyes narrowed and he looked down.
This is a piece of black smoking remains.
The bone is pale, it is a thigh bone, and the bone is engraved with dark seal characters.
Tang Ping quietly opened the door and looked around. There was no one around the woods. Everyone rushed to grab things. He was the only one under the banyan tree.
This bone may be the remains of a ghost that was killed by the flames.
Looks like good stuff.
Tang Ping ignored the words on it, pushed open the wooden door, picked up the thigh bone and returned to the house.
The translucent gray-green body leaned against the door, and its soul flickered.
"Huh, it's so dangerous. No one should have seen it, right?"
Although Tang Ping is a Buddhist, it does not mean that he is a bad person.
No one wants to be a ghost with no fixed abode for the rest of his life.
If you can be stronger and have the capital to settle down in this dangerous underworld, that would be even better.
This thigh bone is opportunity.
Is there any reason not to accept the opportunity given by God?
After a short rest, Tang Ping stood up again, looked around, made sure again that there was no one around, and then looked at the thigh bone in his hand.
The leg bones are slightly larger than normal.
Tang Ping carefully rubbed the cold and smooth bone surface, feeling the touch from his fingertips.
Ordinary ghosts don't have such advanced things as bones, and they usually die where they are.
This looks like it was left by a relatively advanced ghost.
At this time, a colder touch came from the fingertips, as if the fingers were about to freeze.
Tang Ping lowered his head and looked.
A wisp of dark Yin Qi emerged from the bones, which was being slowly absorbed by himself.
boom!
At this time, there was a loud noise in his mind, and his eyes burst into blue light.
The two green lights divided into countless green lines, swimming in the sky like tadpoles, and soon formed a square blue stone slab.
One and a half feet long and one and a half feet wide.
There are double Baoteng and auspicious flower patterns engraved on the top, bottom, left and right, and the characters in the middle are arranged vertically from right to left.
Underground owner: Tang Ping
Type: ghost, metamorphosis
Realm: Underground Lord has not been opened (a total of three levels), ghost.
Lifespan: twelve years.
Underworld Contract: None (not opened)
Supernatural powers: Gathering Yin (0/100) Will-O-Wisp (0/100)
