"The murderer will be buried with two thousand stones!!"
Seven days later, Changdao Liu was found missing, and those who came to search saw this sentence.
Wow!
A gust of wind blew.
A black cloud fell from the gray sky.
There is a tall black shadow on the black clouds.
He was three feet tall, wearing a black robe, his skin was dark bark, and his whole body exuded an evil aura.
This is the black wood ghost.
"Two thousand stones in the tomb? Do you know who it is?" Black Wood Ghost asked.
"I don't know."
The other evil spirits expressed their ignorance.
"Send someone down to investigate, old ghost!"
"exist!"
A hunchbacked old man holding an oil-paper umbrella came out. What was impressive about the old man was that his pale face was covered with corpse spots.
"You are in charge of the market, and by the way, you are in charge of the people with long swords. By the way, you can find out who the two thousand stones in this tomb are."
"good."
Heimugui seemed very perfunctory.
After all, this is near the ghost market, where there is a mixture of fish and dragons, monks and monsters from the upper world, and evil ghosts from the underworld. God knows which bitch has a pseudonym. I can only blame this guy for being unlucky.
I'm busy with my affairs here, so I might just give it a try, but I won't necessarily use my full strength.
Inside the wooden house.
Tang Ping looked at the small bag in his hand. It was made of linen, with silver thread in the middle, outlining a strange pattern.
Input a little Yin power, and suddenly sense a mysterious space.
It was about two cubic meters in size and contained miscellaneous items, including a bag of ghost rice weighing about ten or twenty kilograms, a small bag of unknown herbal medicine, two small bottles, a paper horse, two paper figures, and a pile of baht money. , there are about more than a thousand pieces in total.
"Where are the secret codes? Where are the secret codes in the novel?"
Just now Tang Ping was wondering if this could be the legendary storage bag. He thought he could find a secret book or something like that, but he never thought that there would be no wool.
Then I thought about it, who carries the secret book with them every day?
You can't be in the middle of a fight with someone and suddenly say, "Wait a minute, I'll take a look at the moves first."
Thinking of this scene, Tang Ping couldn't help laughing.
But enough is enough.
Guimi has no worries. The two bottles are fox blood and turtle blood. Both animals are psychic, not to mention their blood. The soul smells this smell and feels a sense of longing. It can be used when he breaks through the realm of magic next time. to replenish the body's deficiencies.
In addition to these parts, there is also a ghost head sword. Judging from the marks on it, it should have killed many people during his lifetime, and it is considered a powerful weapon.
Everything was put into the bag, and countless roots emerged from the ground, pulling the bag into the ground.
It's better to put things down there.
After doing this, Tang Ping opened the door, looked at the strange blood moon, and let out a long breath.
The crisis has been temporarily resolved, but we still cannot take it lightly in the face of this dangerous world.
It is necessary to prepare for a rainy day, but of course don’t be too cautious.
For example, take the initiative to "download the dungeon", go hunting and exploring with strange ghosts, etc.
In the novel, this situation must be dangerous.
We haven't reached the end of our rope yet, and we still have more than twenty years to live.
It is not advisable to take the initiative to take risks in order to avoid danger. It is not too late to do things after you have become stronger.
Of course, if someone takes the initiative to provoke you, or makes you feel that you are in danger...
Tang Ping had a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.
Wow!
The leaves of the banyan tree swished down.
boom!
The door closed, and Tang Ping's face turned into the appearance of ghosts and gods with black and white lines.
Sunrise and sunset, flowers bloom and fall.
Five years have passed by in a hurry.
There are no seasons in the underworld, everything remains the same as before, and the silence is maddening.
Tang Ping's wooden house has been renovated and become much stronger, at least it is no longer light-tight.
Inside the gate, there was a man in black robe sitting.
The long hair is disheveled, the eyebrows are handsome, and the black and white patterns add a sense of majesty and a somewhat divine temperament.
Wow!
The man opened his eyes.
brush!
Three inches of blue light shot out from the eyes.
The whole person looked majestic and majestic.
"Phew, we're about to break through."
Tang Ping thought.
In the past five years, he still has not been able to break through the evil soul realm.
Today was the day when his proficiency in the Yin Gathering Technique was one step away from reaching perfection, so Tang Ping had no choice but to stop.
This breakthrough is likely to be caused by evil spirits, and the consumption on the body must be very large, so one must be fully prepared.
The reason why it is so slow is that we still have to take care of other spells. If we allocate the extra energy to practice gathering yin, we will probably break through early.
In the past few years, others have not traced his case.
The conflict between Black Wood Ghost and Centipede was mediated three years ago.
The new old ghost managed the market, so he probably didn't like this little bit of profit, so he didn't search for it.
Tang Ping would not deliberately cause trouble just because someone harvested so little cotton.
Accounts will be settled later, but not now.
Tang Ping walked out of the door.
"Brother Tang!"
"Hello, Brother Tang!"
The ghosts around him greeted him one after another.
"Well, Brother Lin, Aunt Sun."
Tang Ping smiled and nodded.
The ghost is dead and disabled, but he has become an old man with higher qualifications.
In order to ensure cotton production, Tang Ping often taught them how to operate, and the banyan trees secretly provided nutrients, so there was never a day of trouble here.
Tang Ping stepped into the jungle in one step, and when he was in a deserted place, his steps were as fast as a cheetah.
Wherever he went, vegetation shunned him.
Ahead is a ditch three feet wide.
Run straight over!
Vines sprouted out from both sides to catch the feet.
If he were in the underworld, he would be the wood god in the forest.
The passing years have made him a lot stronger.
Of course, if you are on your own territory, under the banyan tree, your combat power will be multiplied by ten.
If he breaks through the evil soul realm again, he will definitely be able to gather more dark bonds.
While on the way, Tang Ping summoned the local strategy.
Underground owner: Tang Ping
Type: ghost, metamorphosis
Realm: Third level underground master, ghost
Lifespan: seventy years.
Underworld deed: Maohou tree deed.
Magical powers: [Maoqi·Aoki Gang Technique]: Wood Control Technique (78/1000) (Dacheng), Yimu Moon Covering Curse (500/500) (Perfect). Gathering Yin (999/1000) (Dacheng) Ghost Fire (1300/1500) (Dacheng)
The lifespan exceeds the upper limit of forty-nine years for ordinary ghosts.
It should be the effect of practicing the underworld contract.
Soon, there was still some distance from the market, Tang Ping slowed down and put away his magical power.
At this time.
There was a noise not far away.
"What a courageous bitch! How dare you come up with ideas for me."
Tang Ping took a closer look.
I saw four back-eyed ghosts surrounding a plump woman, and a carriage loaded with goods was parked nearby.
"Boss boss, my brothers have been helping you transport goods for so many years. Recently, I really can't survive anymore. I need to borrow some money to spend."
The woman was not angry but smiled: "I see you as pitiful and work for you, but in the end I will repay you with kindness. I will say it one last time. It's not too late to kneel down and beg for mercy."
"Hehe, don't blame the brothers for being rude. I just wanted to taste the boss lady... uh."
As soon as she finished speaking, four long black snakes flew out of Lady Cui's sleeves.
The long snake bites the back-eyed person's neck and eyes, injecting venom into the back-eyed person, and the person's soul goes to pieces.
The whole process takes no more than three breaths.
Lady Cui is also a ghost cultivator.
Tang Ping was not surprised at all. It was impossible for a weak woman to stay in the treacherous underworld for so long.
"My friend, have you seen enough?" Lady Cui said loudly.
"Good spell!"
Tang Ping walked out applauding.
He did it on purpose, and it was impossible to be discovered with the Moon Covering Technique.
Seeing that it was Tang Ping, Mrs. Cui's expression was startled, and then she understood.
"I should have guessed it a long time ago. How can a scholar eat so much? Have you guessed it?"
"I had doubts." Tang Ping got straight to the point, "I won't say much, I want cultivation resources."
