call!
The green mist filled the air, the banyan trees were rustling, and their leaves were falling one after another.
The commotion was so loud that the ghosts of sixteen households under the banyan tree came out.
Some ghosts are couples, and some are families of four, male and female, big and small.
There are also some who are alone like Tang Ping and Lao Zhang.
A pale and thin horse jumped out of the green mist.
The horse's body is thin, and its eyes are actually fake, drawn with black ink. If you look closely, you will see that it is a paper horse.
On the horseback is a strong man with a long body and a solid body in black clothes.
Following closely behind the horse were four translucent ghosts who looked like ordinary people. They carried swords and shields and stared at them eagerly.
Tang Ping recognized this person.
The hundred-mile radius is called the Three Jings, and is governed by Tang Shen's power. All output on this land must be handed over to Tang Shen and his subordinate forces.
The forest where everyone in Tang Ping is located is called Green Cotton Forest, and its administrator is the Black Wood Ghost under the Tang God.
This is Changdao Liu, the subordinate of Heimugui, who was an executioner during his lifetime.
"Manager Liu!"
"Well done, Manager Liu."
Liu Le with a long sword stopped his paper horse, looking at everyone from a high position.
"Didn't you hide anything last night?"
"Don't dare!"
"How dare you hide anything."
The ghosts said quickly.
The decapitated old man beside Tang Ping trembled with fright, and Changdao Liu keenly captured this scene.
"Here comes someone, search them one by one, even if you scrape the ground to find them. Focus on this guy's room."
Changdao Liu pointed at the decapitated old Zhang.
"yes!"
The four ghost soldiers searched one by one.
The first Tangping house.
Ghost soldiers have rich experience in confiscating homes.
The roof, eaves, cracks in every corner, and the floor are hollow.
In addition to Tang Ping and a few others, black soul altars, ghost black rice, bronze swords, and a pair of dog teeth were found in the homes of beheaded Lao Zhang, a hanged man, a starved man, and a couple.
Tang Ping secretly rejoiced when he saw this. Fortunately, he was careful, otherwise he would have been discovered.
Just as I thought just now, even if I get the benefits, how can I keep them?
Changdao Liu held a palm-sized black altar with strange runes carved on it.
"Tsk tsk, what a trick. Where did you get the soul altar? I was almost deceived by you old guy."
This kind of soul altar can accommodate the soul body and provide yin energy.
"These guys... give me a hard lesson."
Changdao Liu glanced at everyone present with disdain. The white paper horse breathed out evil energy and kicked restlessly with its four hooves.
The four ghost soldiers stepped forward, punched, kicked, and struck him with their scabbards, causing his soul to flicker and extinguish, and black gas to emerge from the wound.
Injury to the ghost will affect lifespan.
The beheaded old man Zhang held his head and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy.
"Sir, have mercy on me. I only have less than half a year left to live. I got greedy for a moment. I hope you can forgive me."
The ghost soldiers fought for a long time, beating all the ghosts to the point of dying.
"Humph, this time is just a small punishment. Don't take things you shouldn't take. There will be a next time..."
Buzz!
The sword flashed.
Lao Zhang and the other ghosts each had a broken leg.
Changdao Liu put away his sword.
If these people were not of some use, none of these people would survive.
"Next month's ghost cotton will be paid 30% more."
Putting these words aside, Changdao Liu left with the loot and his men.
The ghosts returned to the house angrily.
There is a kind of cotton growing on the beard of this banyan tree. Every certain season, when the cotton is in full bloom, they will pick the cotton in exchange for food. The big head is handed over, and the small head is theirs.
Generally speaking, the black wood ghosts are the government in this area, and they have to pay taxes no matter what they grow.
If Tang Ping hadn't awakened to the strategy of suing, he might have ended up like Lao Zhang.
He secretly decided in his heart that he must embark on the path of cultivation.
The first step is to understand the common sense of cultivation in this world.
The second step is to activate the underground master.
Tang Ping guessed that turning on the underground master should require a certain level of Yin power.
The benefits of turning on the Underground Master are not yet known, but they can be guessed.
The first is the underworld contract function, which controls a certain territory. Within this territory, there should be characteristics such as controlling earth power, energy, etc.
Combat within the territory may also receive bonuses.
Tang Ping's current goal is very simple, that is, to be stable, have the ability to protect himself, and not to be too conspicuous.
This all had to be done in secret.
At this time, Tang Ping saw Lao Zhang crawling on the ground towards the house.
Lao Zhang looks miserable, his soul is almost transparent, and half of his legs are missing. He probably won't live long.
Tang Ping stepped forward to help.
"Uncle Zhang, please slow down."
"Ahem, I'm sorry to trouble you, little brother Tang."
Lao Zhang smiled bitterly.
Tang Ping helped him into the house, then returned to his home and took out the remaining ghost mud.
"Eat something first."
Lao Zhang buried his head and took a few big bites. Tang Ping felt strange when he saw these scenes.
There is only a little skin left on the neck. How does it digest food?
The decapitated old Zhang looked much better. He put down the jar, looked at Tang Ping with his cloudy eyes, and said with a hoarse smile: "What do you want to know?"
He could see Tang Ping's purpose at a glance.
This kid looks low-key, but after getting in touch with him a lot, it can be seen that he is not willing to be ordinary.
Tang Ping didn't mince words either.
"I would like to know the cultivation path of our ghosts."
"Haha, you kid! I will tell you what I know right now."
Lao Zhang knew that he would not have a good life for a few days, so there was no harm in telling Tang Ping.
This is not a secret, all old ghosts who have lived longer know it.
"Ordinary souls dissipate in seven days and become ghosts by chance, which is what we are. Ordinary ghosts have a life span of twelve years. If you have the opportunity to eat spiritual rice, spiritual water and other spiritual objects rich in yin energy, or get vomiting The method of absorbing the essence of the sun and the moonlight can increase the lifespan to a certain extent, up to forty-nine, which is the limit of ordinary ghosts."
The ghost can breathe out the cultivation methods of the essence of the sun, the moon, and the essence of heaven and earth, and give birth to Yin power. It can use spells, awaken the magical power of flying to the sky, and pass through walls, which is the evil soul.
"The sword Liu just made is the evil spirit. The evil spirit has a lifespan of eighty-one years. Whenever the gate of hell opens, it can enter the earthly world."
"Above the evil soul is the wandering god. His soul body is close to that of a mortal, and he can enter and leave the world at any time."
"This is what I know, the rest is not clear."
"Going in and out of the Yang Realm, where is the Yang Realm? Why do we have to go there?"
Tang Ping asked his doubts.
"The underworld is monotonous and barren, while the underworld is rich in resources. As for where the underworld is, it's right above your head!"
The decapitated old Zhang pointed to the sky.
Ghosts cannot see the soil, and people cannot see the wind.
Ghosts can live freely in the earth world.
From the perspective of mortals, there is a solid piece of land under their feet.
Ghosts see the mortal world the same way.
Every breeze, every glimmer of light, and the ubiquitous flowing air in the mortal world is like a thick wall of storm to ghosts.
"That's it. Thank you, old man."
Tang Ping solemnly thanked him.
"Haha, I'm a little tired."
The decapitated old Zhang waved his hands, looking a little tired, and his soul was on the verge of dissipating.
"I'll take my leave first."
Tang Ping bowed deeply, firstly to thank Lao Zhang for clarifying his doubts, and secondly, to thank Lao Zhang for his support in the past three months.
"By the way, there is a mountain stream in the southwest of the forest, and there is a cold pool upstream. Every fifteenth day, there will be trades between ghosts from all sides. Remember not to reveal your identity."
Behind Tang Ping, the voice of the decapitated old man came.
"treasure……"
Tang Ping paused.
Only a long sigh was heard from behind.
The sigh contains a trace of regret, a trace of nostalgia, and a trace of unwillingness.
This is the ghost's last breath of anger, and after it is released, his soul is gone.
When he returned to the house, Tang Ping looked gloomy. He would never follow in the footsteps of Lao Zhang.
A hazy and dark haunted house.
Tang calmly cultivated, breathed in the yin energy of the moon, and advanced step by step towards the path of the underground master.
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