Seven days later.
The cabin is dark.
A man in white is sitting cross-legged.
His complexion is blue-gray, his soul is transparent, and his body is filled with dark Yin energy.
After a long time, the man in white opened his eyes, and the cyan Yin Qi in the ghost eyes flashed away.
Tang Ping stood up. In the dark wooden house, his eyes flickered with an inexplicable light.
He stretched out his right hand, with his index and middle fingers together.
Wow!
A wisp of green ghost fire suddenly rose from the fingertips.
The will-o'-the-wisp is not hot, but has an astonishing coldness.
Tang Ping had a thought in his mind.
Wow!
Will-o'-the-wisps floated out, circled in the air, and then disappeared.
Tang Ping put away his spell and the panel appeared in front of him again.
Gathering Yin (7/100) Will-O-Wisp (21/100)
"The Yin Gathering Technique can increase one point a day, and the will-o'-the-wisp technique can increase three points a day. Now the yin power in the body is a little larger than a hair, and the will-o'-the-wisp technique can be released about three times."
Tang Ping thought.
The power of the will-o'-the-wisp technique is not too great. Even if it hurts vital parts, it is only at the level of injury.
But it doesn't matter much, it's only been seven days since I woke up and told the ground policy.
What if it’s a month? What about a hundred days?
If you continue to practice continuously, the power of the will-o'-the-wisp technique will definitely become stronger.
Having such a panel where he could face the results of his efforts made Tang Ping full of energy.
After testing some spells, Tang Ping returned to his ordinary appearance again.
He walked out the door.
Through the shade of the trees overhead, the sky was gray and the sun was dull.
The weather in the underworld remains unchanged for thousands of years.
There is some darkness under the banyan tree, with thousands of dark brown tree whiskers hanging down, and the knotted trunks covered with red blood.
This is the Ghost Blood Vine, a parasitic vine that absorbs nutrients from the big tree.
Wow!
At this time, it started to rain lightly.
The rain beats the leaves, flows down the tree whiskers, and moistens the vegetation.
At this time, some small blood-red spores sprouted from some tree whiskers, as if some fruits were growing.
Tang Ping sighed, stepped forward, and used his nails to pick off the excess spores on each tree beard.
The beards are about the thickness of a thumb, and each beard must not exceed five spores, otherwise the spores will not thrive.
These spores are the fruit of ghost cotton.
The ghosts under the banyan tree and three similar banyan trees not far away all make a living from this.
I water it about once every five days, and cotton will grow in three months.
When the cotton matures, Changdao Liu will come to buy it with the ghost merchant, usually in exchange for food, and rarely in exchange for ghost money.
After all, the income from their labor is just enough for them to survive.
“How can I pick cotton if my skin color is not correct?”
Tang Ping laughed at himself.
No, isn’t slate-gray skin also a type of black? You deserve to pick cotton.
Many ghosts nearby also took advantage of the rain to do the same job.
Tang Ping had no intention of talking to them.
Ghosts are not easy to form. They either have resentment in their hearts or are different from ordinary people in some aspects.
All in all, they are not easy to mess with.
Especially when you have a big secret.
Squeak.
At this time, the wooden house of the decapitated old man opened.
A strange-looking ghost walked out.
He has a money rat tail, a mustache, and a big eye on the back of his neck.
Back-eyed ghost?
It seems to be called Hachi, and he is also a resident under this banyan tree.
He was holding Lao Zhang's jar, chair, clothes and other items.
Seeing Tang Ping looking over, Ha Chi hugged the thing tightly and muttered: "The old guys are dead, I wonder no one wants them."
After that, he ignored Tang Ping and walked straight to his home.
Before leaving, I took a look at Lao Zhang's home, and it seems that I will come again next time.
Tang Ping did not argue with him.
Hachi looks strange, but he is also an ordinary ghost.
According to the memory of the predecessor, there is no unified dynasty in the world of Yang, but a state of numerous countries, including many alien countries.
The people with back eyes are also strangers. The big-headed ghost who came to collect cotton some time ago is a stranger from Dashou country.
They can also become ghosts after death.
In the next few days, Tang Ping concentrated on practicing.
One day.
Tang Ping woke up, restrained his Yin Qi, and said in surprise:
"Life span has actually increased!"
The proficiency in the Yin Gathering Technique exceeded ten, and his life span increased from twelve years to thirteen years.
In other words, if you continue to practice the Yin Gathering Technique, your life span will continue to increase.
You don’t have to worry about lifespan anymore.
After his calculations, he finally found the key points of cultivation.
The Yin Gathering Technique can only be used once a day, and the will-o'-the-wisp technique cannot be used more than three times a day.
Otherwise, you will feel hungry and dizzy.
Tang Ping concluded that the consumption was too great.
Inside the wooden house, Tang Ping took out a charcoal pen and wrote his experience on the ground.
"The limited number of times may be due to insufficient food intake to support practice."
Tang Ping wrote two lines of methods on the ground.
One is to work hard to grow cotton and exchange more food with merchants.
The second is to visit the ghost market in the mountain stream that the decapitated old man mentioned.
According to Lao Zhang, the Shanjian Ghost Market may have more spiritual materials than ordinary ghost markets.
But in such a dank and dark place, danger is definitely inevitable.
Tang Ping still didn't want to take risks.
It takes three months to practice the Yin Gathering Technique to one hundred, and more than thirty days to practice the Will-O-Wisp Technique to one hundred.
Qualitative changes may occur after cultivation is completed.
Just a few months?
I still have plenty of time, so I don’t need to risk it.
It’s not like we’re desperate.
And if you are not strong enough, it is not suitable to go out. In the future, if you are strong enough, you may want to take a look if you are short of food.
It's definitely not possible now.
There is no so-called order in the underworld. If others don't like you, you can kill them if you ask them to. You won't be punished. If you die, you won't know who to blame.
"Hey, I have it."
Tang Ping had an idea. If he couldn't go there himself, he could let others explore the way.
Wasn’t there a ready-made guy just now?
night.
Tang Ping secretly went out, and after repeated observations, he secretly broke into Lao Zhang's house.
His senses are very sharp now, and he has made sure that no one will find him.
He quickly threw a wooden board with writing on it under Lao Zhang's bed, and then returned to the house.
Written on it was the address of the Mountain Ghost Market and some vague words about opportunity.
With Hachi's temperament, he would probably come again.
In the next few days, Tang Ping concentrated on practicing.
Occasionally, I would carry a wooden bucket to the creek outside the forest to fetch water and irrigate the cotton spores.
In the next few days, Hachi vacated Lao Zhang's house. Seeing this guy's sneaky appearance, Tang Ping knew that this guy must have discovered the wooden board. He would see if this guy dared to go there.
Twenty days later.
The proficiency of the Yin Gathering Technique is thirty-one, and the Will-O-Wisp Technique has been successfully reset.
Inside the wooden house.
boom!
A gray-green oriole fire ball the size of a human head was suspended in the void.
There was an icy chill all around.
The flickering light reflected Tang Ping's blue-gray face, which was full of ghostly aura.
Whoosh!
The flame goes out.
Will-o'-the-wisp (0/1000) (Xiao Cheng)
The will-o'-the-wisp technique has entered the realm of small success. Recalling the sword that day, Tang Ping felt that his fireball was not inferior at all.
I don't have the realm of evil spirits, but my spells almost have the power of evil spirits.
"It's not enough, keep filling it up."
Tang Ping took a rest and practiced again.
Changdao Liu is just a little Ma Chai, and there are many who are stronger than him.
The two magics require continuous practice and continuous breakthroughs.
A few more days passed.
On this day, cotton is in full bloom.
Tang Ping filled three sacks in his own area.
Wow...
There was another burst of green mist.
Several white paper horses emerged from the fog.
Following the paper horse were four pale strangers with rouge on their cheeks.
The weirdo's face was not only pale, but his whole body was also white. He had a smile that stretched from ear to ear, and he not only applied rouge, but also lipstick.
This is a paper man!
The paper man was carrying a bamboo sedan, and sitting on the bamboo sedan chair was a big-headed ghost with disheveled hair and his head as high as his body.
Big businessman.
Bang bang bang!
Chang Dao Liu's men beat the gong.
"What are you doing? Come here quickly."
Eighteen ghosts came over carrying sacks, with Tang Ping behind the crowd.
At this time, many ghosts came in carrying sacks from outside, and there were more than a hundred ghosts present.
"Old rules, turn over 40% to the Black Wood Ghost boss. In view of your performance in the past few days, another 30% will be deducted. The total is 70%. Do you have any objections?"
Seeing Changdao Liu's expression, he must have stolen the 30%.
The ghosts' expressions remained unchanged, but they did not dare to say anything.
Tang Ping saw that Ha Chi's expression suddenly became firm, as if he had made some determination.
The fish is hooked.
A harvest of three hundred pounds.
All the ghosts came forward one by one to weigh the catty.
Tang Ping's harvest was 300 jins. After excluding the 70% commission, there was still 90 jins of harvest.
"What to change?"
The big-headed ghost has a white face and red lips, the appearance of a macho man, the voice of an old lady, and the abacus in his hand, which makes him extremely uncomfortable.
"Replace them all with ghost mud."
The cotton was deducted by 30%, leaving no money left at all.
Tang Ping went home and took out the black altar. The big-headed ghost opened the leather bag on his waist, poured out a pile of mud, and poured it on the iron weighing tray. It was about thirty kilograms before taking away the bag. The paper man put the mud into the altar. .
"Is this a storage bag?"
Tang Ping thought to himself, this thing is really convenient.
The merchant leaves.
Changdao Liu mounted his horse and glanced at everyone.
"Do it well, don't be too clever, drive!"
The ghosts disappeared into the black mist.
"When I achieve my mastery of magic, I will spit out everything I eat."
Tang Ping thought to himself, and then went home with Heitan in his arms. Plus last month's inventory, it was barely enough to eat.
The next day.
Deep in the forest, there was no one around.
A thin wild boar arched the ground.
boom!
Suddenly, a green fireball burst through the air, directly blowing the lower body of the wild boar into pieces. The dissipated green cold fire burned small pits on the ground.
A man in white emerged from the grass.
This person is Tang Ping.
He walked up to the wild boar and pierced the wild boar's neck with the rusty knife. The green pupils of the wild boar immediately went out.
There are no living creatures in the underworld, and the wild boar is also an underworld creature that is born after death.
Dark blood and cold meat are also considered tonics for ghosts.
Tang Ping carefully cut open the black skin and cut away the rotten areas burned by the cold fire.
There is no other way. Cultivation consumes too much energy. Eat some meat to replenish it.
Cut the meat into strips and carefully wrap it in cloth. He was a ghost, so naturally he didn't say anything about eating it raw or cooked.
After doing this, Tang Ping swaggered home, holding a handful of ferns and wild vegetables in his hand, pretending to be picking wild vegetables and fruits.
All the ghosts here are like this. He gets some game to spice up his life. His behavior is not too conspicuous.
As for the wild boar, don't expose it. An ordinary ghost is not a hunter, so it is quite shocking to suddenly bring back a wild boar.
After returning home, I immediately took out two meat sticks and ate them. The taste was unpleasant, but I got used to it.
Night falls and the blood moon is full.
Today is the night of the full moon.
Tang Ping quietly opened a crack in the door, looked at the blood-red moon, and waited for a certain figure.
(Later updates will be at 12 noon and 7 or 8 p.m.)
