Under the blood moon, Hachi went out quietly.
The door is open.
Tang Ping dived into the darkness.
Although there are other ghosts living in this place, it is actually not easy to be discovered when they come out.
The nearest old Zhang's house is twenty feet away, and there are tree tendrils hanging in the middle, which greatly blocks the view.
In addition, Tang Ping lives on the edge of the tree shade, and a few steps forward is the deep mountains and old forests.
Tang Ping entered the forest. Since he practiced the Yin Gathering Technique, his soul body has become much stronger, and his endurance and speed have increased.
It's a pity that it's not a evil spirit. It would be great if it could fly and pass through walls.
He was hanging several hundred meters behind and to the side of Hachi.
This guy has eyes on the back of his neck, it would be bad if he was discovered.
Ahead, Hachi marched upstream along the mountain stream.
"This time, I must get ahead of myself."
Hachi secretly made up his mind that he could no longer be bullied.
What I got from Lao Zhang was God’s revelation to me.
No wonder Lao Zhang lived so long, but this old man was a waste, and he didn't know how to fight for opportunities when he had them.
Life is all about fighting, fighting for survival on the thin line between life and death.
Compete with heaven for fate, compete with earth for treasure, and compete with people for victory.
Just as he was thinking about it, he gradually came upstream. There was a thick green mist in front of him. The light in the green mist flickered from time to time, and there were faint voices.
Quack, quack…
At this time, at the top of the tree, a blue-eyed crow suddenly screamed.
The sound startled Hachi.
"What a piece of shit, get out of here."
When a person is down, even the crows look down on him.
Thump thump thump.
At this time, the crow flew up.
Wow!
The crow exhaled black gas, soared into the sky, and swooped down.
"Quack quack..."
"No! Help!!"
Wow!
The crow landed and turned into a dark hand, scratching half of Hachi's body.
"No, sir, please spare my life, I don't dare anymore..."
"A mere mortal ghost can't even see through a small illusion, and yet he dares to come here..."
Wow!
The dark wind blew by, and Ha Chi's soul flew away.
…
Tang Ping was shocked when he looked at the grass several miles away.
"Sure enough, there is a trick. Tang Ping, Tang Ping, you are still drifting. After learning some magic, you want to come out and make a living."
Fortunately, I was cautious, or in other words, kept an eye out.
In fact, I don’t have any hope for the so-called ghost market in this world. There is no special human market order. Once outside, it all depends on the fists.
Tang Ping turned around and went back.
It's better to be cautious and not fight for your life with these roll kings.
A ghost market is not just a place for trading supplies.
Now I can maintain my practice even by fighting wild monsters.
Wait until your cultivation is so strong that your soul body can no longer be maintained, and then you will consider the ghost market.
Tang Ping secretly dropped by again.
After passing in front of Lao Zhang's door, he paused again, returned home, took out a new wooden board and threw it under Lao Zhang's bed.
"Waiting for the next destined person, hehe..."
Let’s see which profit-driven guy is willing to find a way for himself.
Don't blame Tang Ping for being sinister. Who let you enter someone else's house? If I don’t have this evil thought in my heart, wouldn’t there be no follow-up?
thereafter.
Tang Ping never leaves home and rarely takes part in adventures except hunting.
For him, he already had a plan to sue the land, and he did not encounter bottlenecks in his cultivation, so he did not need to risk his life for resources.
Time passes gradually.
Three months passed.
Changdao Liu started a new round of searching.
"The boss of Black Wood Ghost has spoken and will take 60% of the commission from now on!"
The ghosts dare not speak out in anger.
Tang Ping vaguely guessed something. He had heard a lot of rumors recently, and it seemed that Hei Mugui was fighting against a certain hostile force.
In the Sanjing underworld, the order is also very chaotic.
Tang Shen doesn't care about secular affairs and turns a blind eye to the power of his subordinates. As long as the taxes are enough, he doesn't care about anything else, no matter how his subordinates fight.
Some ghosts may be beautiful one day, but may be found dead on the streets the next day.
After practicing for three months, the Yin Qi has reached the thickness of a little finger, and the ghost fire ball is fast and accurate.
But Tang Ping didn't want to be exposed.
Again, he has a treasure with him, so why bother fighting with others for something? Isn't it good to just lie down and practice?
Of course, Liang Zi of Changdao Liu must be noted down, and there will be plenty of opportunities to deal with it in the future.
Three more days passed.
night.
There were dark winds in the sky, the blood moon was obscured by dark clouds, and the cinnabar moonlight floating on the earth disappeared.
Inside the wooden house.
The yin energy around Tang Ping completely covered his body.
boom!
At this time, Tang Ping opened his eyes, his eyes glowed with green light, and a fierce temperament bloomed.
The proficiency of the Yin Gathering Technique is perfect.
Wow!
At this time, Gao Dice appeared in the void. This bluestone slab exuded the aura of ancient vicissitudes, and the green light was shining brightly, hanging above the head.
Tang Ping's entire body was shrouded in green light, and his soul and body changed.
The blue and gray face turned into black and white patterns. The patterns were dark but not dark, with black iron luster, and the ghostly aura was mixed with divine power.
Tang Ping fell into a mysterious and mysterious state.
The surrounding scenery disappeared, and the body seemed to be absent.
Chaotic, silent, and cold.
After a long time, Tang Ping's body appeared in the void. It was still the body of a god wearing a black and white mask.
Immediately afterwards, a huge creature appeared in the darkness beneath his feet.
There is no head or tail, and the whole body is composed of earthy yellow essence, which seems real and illusory. The body has nine curves, just like a yellow dragon.
It looks like a living thing, but it doesn't look like a living thing.
Compared with it, Tang Ping is like a tiny needle compared to the sea.
"Houtu?"
In ancient times, myths also had concrete meanings.
Ancient books say: "There is a native uncle underground who guards the door and has nine curves in his body."
This is not a god, but people's abstract concept of the earth, which will be deified in later generations.
Is there no underworld priesthood in this era?
Relying on his own archaeological knowledge, Tang Ping roughly deduced the truth.
At this time, another change occurred in the world.
Eight stone gates appear in each of its eight directions.
The stone gate is simple in stone, carved with simple patterns and arranged in Bagua directions.
Boom boom boom...
Green bricks fell from the sky, with ancient ghost-making charms engraved on them.
It actually smashed down on him, and 8,864 green bricks were piled into a grave, burying Tang Ping in it.
Immediately afterwards, Gao Dice fell into the grave bag.
Seal the soil and bury the volume.
Tang Ping only felt a mysterious aura falling from the nine heavens and rising from the underworld, and the two essences merged into his body.
Uh-huh!
Tang Ping suddenly woke up and found himself in a wooden house.
"Is this the end?"
Tang Ping looked at himself in surprise and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there were no missing parts.
Then he summoned the informant.
Underground owner: Tang Ping
Type: ghost, metamorphosis
Realm: Third level underground master, ghost
Lifespan: twenty-two years.
Underworld contract: none
Supernatural power: Gathering Yin (0/1000) (Xiao Cheng) Will-O-Wisp (300/1000) (Xiao Cheng)
The realm has changed from Underground Master Unopened to Underground Master Level 3, and the word Unopened has also been removed from the Underworld Contract column.
Sensing the information in the mind, and then sensing the pattern lines on the face.
Only then did Tang Ping really confirm that he had become an underground master.
Although the strength has not changed, the identity has undergone a huge transformation.
Tang Ping wanted to roar and vent his emotions, but he was afraid of being exposed, so he just pumped his fist silently, with a calm but exciting tone.
"Haha, I am the underground master of the underworld! The Marquis of Youdu Ting! There are two thousand stones in the tomb!"
The scene just now is equivalent to being awarded a title in the human world, which means that he has been officially recognized by Gao Dice.
What is an underground master? The Lord of the Underworld is also the capital.
The Underground Lord is a priest in the underworld. He looks humble and humble, but actually has great potential for development.
If we say that the Land God and the City God are officials under the centralized system, then the underground owners are the ennobled people under the feudal system.
The former requires an edict from the emperor (heaven) to have power, and their status can be deprived at any time, so their power is relatively one-sided. Land can only control land, not water, forests, houses, or communities. The city god can only control the city, but cannot control the earth, water, etc.
The latter is a title. Take the Western Han Dynasty as an example. Even the lowest-level Tinghou, who has hundreds of households in the city, has the power to establish a government and build a country, and he can control the government, military and wealth.
Of course, under a centralized system, the population is huge, with the heads of townships often numbering in the thousands or even tens of thousands, and the number of mayors in a county being hundreds of thousands. The productivity is even much better than that of small countries under feudalism, but they are still Hous. This is a difference in status.
Therefore, underground owners may seem humble, but in fact their development potential is not low.
Tang Ping digested the information in his mind.
Except for the third-level underground master, plus the fact that he is a newbie, it is actually not too high. It is equivalent to being an unemployed casual official in the mortal world, free and only having a "family home".
Corresponding to the underground owner, there is only "Hao She", which as the name implies manages a very small place.
Now he can condense the underworld bond.
The Ming Deed is also called the Land Purchase Scroll. On it, you write your name and the scope of the land, which means that you own the land.
Of course, in Gao Di Ce's explanation, the land that can be developed by the Ming Deed is not just land.
"Homes can be big or small; the mountains are not high, so long as there are immortals, they are famous; the land is not large, as long as there are things..."
How about this room?
No, Tang Ping immediately rejected this idea. It was too far-fetched and would have nothing. After condensation, it would only add a little bit of yin energy.
"Yes!"
Tang Ping opened the door and looked at the banyan tree not far away.
There are six people hugging the tree, which only takes up one house, but the shade of the tree covers half a mile.
"That's you!"
