"Little bastard, stop for me!"
Hearing Tang Ping's words, the little frog suddenly trembled with fat, startled, and then jumped into the sky very flexibly.
The palm-sized body instantly turned into a small dot.
How could Tang Ping let this little frog slip away from his territory?
Two tree tendrils flew into the sky, trapping the frog's two hind legs and pulling him down to the ground.
Click click click...
When it reached the ground, the frog still didn't give up. The lotus leaf above its head lifted off into the air. With a slight twist, a circle of golden light shot out, cutting off the beards of the tree, and the frog jumped up again.
This time Tang Ping took action directly, suddenly flew up and pinched the frog's body.
"squeak……"
The frog squeaked.
Then he was knocked to the ground by Tang Ping.
"Where did this little frog come from, how dare you steal my things."
Tang Ping poked the little frog's white belly with his index finger.
It feels surprisingly good.
This frog doesn't have the slippery and moist feel of other frogs. It feels a bit like silicone, soft and cold.
The lotus leaf frog seemed to have a premonition that something was not going to happen, and suddenly his eyes filled with tears and looked pitifully at Tang Ping with an innocent look on his face.
"Can you understand me?"
"Quack." The little frog nodded, tears falling like pearls.
"Why steal?"
"Quack...quack quack..."
The little frog's eyes were blank.
"You don't know you're stealing?"
"Qua..."
"I see."
Tang Ping believed it.
Rats carrying food never feel that they are stealing. When they are beaten to death, they may still wonder why they have ended up like this after all their hard work.
Without him, humans and animals have different positions.
When a frog sees something to eat in the wild, the first thing he thinks of it is not that it belongs to humans. He might even think that it is a gift from nature.
Of course, after all, it was his own food, so Tang Ping would not let it go easily. He rolled his eyes and took it into consideration.
The smile on his face gave the little frog a bad feeling.
"Want to eat more?"
He gently poked the frog's belly with his fingertips.
"Quack!"
"Okay, but you can't eat it now. When it grows later, you can eat it as much as you like."
Ghost grass is equivalent to leeks in the underworld, about thirty cents a piece, which is equivalent to the price of one and a half kilograms of ghost rice.
Generally, after being cut once, it can grow again in a month.
Therefore, the required earth air and yin air conditions are relatively high, and ordinary soil cannot be planted.
Of course, Tang Ping is the underground master, who can artificially adjust the earth's energy and has control over the land.
This is something that other ghost kings and demon kings who dominate the mountain cannot do.
At most they can do some formations or a few small spells. But it requires mana and resources, which is different from Tang Ping's cost-effective things.
And if this formation is built on Tang Ping's own land, it can be made useless at any time.
He is the earth himself.
"Quack."
The little frog readily agreed and drooled at Miaozi, but he held it back.
Tang Ping took out some ghost rice and let the little frog eat it.
By the way, make a tree hole in the tree, and this will be the home of the little frog.
"Little toad, don't eat it secretly from now on!"
Tang Ping laughed and cursed.
The frog took off his lotus leaf hat and croaked a few times very seriously. At the same time, he realized that the address was wrong, and puffed up his cheeks angrily, and his little golden eyes bulged.
"Will I call you Little Frog from now on?"
"Quack."
"Xiao Qing?"
"Quack."
"Okay, I am the Tinghou of Youdu, so I will confer you the title of Frog General! Tomb Gate Pavilion Chief!"
Tang Ping laughed loudly, in a coaxing tone.
The frog was spinning around in excitement, as if it was right, it was so majestic.
"Master Frog Pavilion, listen to the order! Guard the underworld and make sure there is no mistake!"
"Quack! Quack!"
The frog was spinning in circles with excitement.
From then on, one person and one frog lived in harmony here.
After Tang Ping secretly observed it, he no longer had any doubts.
The frog does have heels. It should be a heterogeneous species with innate abilities, which can be seen from the lotus leaf hat on its head.
But what does this have to do with myself? It won't hurt yourself.
In this cold and lonely underground, there is still someone to accompany you.
Tang Ping doesn't want to recruit ghost soldiers for the time being.
First of all, I can't believe it, and secondly, the territory is too small and I really can't afford it.
Besides, there is no fixed income and no trustworthy ghost.
Less than three months have passed since the gate of hell opened.
Tang Ping devoted himself to practice.
There are still more than 200 points to reach the perfect state of will-o'-the-wisp technique. This time I will focus on this technique in retreat.
The will-o'-the-wisp technique's bombardment range now exceeds ten feet, and its speed is much faster than when it was first practiced.
This time, the state of perfection should be able to increase significantly.
When I go to the underworld, I will have some ability to protect myself.
Tang Ping transformed into a ghost and a god, becoming one with the surrounding world and absorbing the yin energy of the world. He meditated extremely fast and could practice the Yin Gathering Technique in less than half an hour.
After that comes the Wood Control Technique.
The underground master's Dharma eye.
Leave the rest to the will-o'-the-wisp.
The Moon Covering Curse itself is a small spell. Once the proficiency level has reached its peak, the progress bar has disappeared, so there is no need to practice any more.
Tang Ping has a large number of ghost rice and blood bottles, and he is not worried about running out of energy.
The full moon is fifteen.
The banyan tree under the blood moon is cold and lonely, as if it has been like this since ancient times.
The little frog was lying on the branch, looking at the blood moon, his little body trembling, and he seemed a little scared.
But seeing the wooden house below and the big tree behind it, hugging tightly the wooden sword that Mr. Hou had cut for himself, Frog fell into a deep sleep.
Tang Ping took advantage of the night to go out.
Arriving at the upper reaches of the mountain stream, we waited nearby for half a day.
After almost all the ghosts coming and going disappeared, he jumped into the water in a flash.
Wow!
Standing up from the long green river, we came to the ghost market again.
Tang Ping wore a mask and covered his face with the Moon Covering Curse. His eyes were blocked by the mask, but he could still clearly see the lines of different colors in this space.
Those with red lines on their bodies are living people, those with only yin energy are ghosts, and there are some mixed with black and red. Could they be demons?
Tang Ping came to Old Man Gongsun's shop.
"Senior, I'm here to buy something."
Old Gongsun raised his head. The room was still dark, and the heavy light and shadow made the tattoos on his body seem to come alive.
"Oh, the boy who planted orchids, what, did you succeed?"
Old man Gongsun had a sarcastic look on his face.
"It's almost done, just needs to cry."
"What a big breath. How high is the bone? How many leaves are there? What color is the root system?"
"The bone flower is three inches long, the leaves are four, and the root system is black during the day and red at night."
Tang Ping answered without hesitation.
"Huh."
Old man Gongsun suddenly looked at him differently. He could grow such extremely difficult plants. He seemed to be a talented person. His cold expression softened a little.
"What do you want to buy?"
"Healing medicine."
I won’t buy jade medicine.
Now I only have more than two thousand.
"I have a slow medicine and a strong medicine."
"Take the slow medicine every ten days and recover in one month without any sequelae."
"Where's the strong medicine?"
"The powerful medicine is made from fungi grown in the coffins of old corpses. If you are seriously injured, take it immediately. It will ensure that your combat power will not decrease within half an hour. The sequelae will be that your whole body will be covered with red zombie hair after taking it. It will take half a month to dissipate."
"One strong dose, one slow dose."
"Five hundred each, totaling one thousand, I'll give you nine hundred and ninety."
It's rare for an old man to get a discount.
"Senior, do you have any more reliable channels for purchasing spells?"
"Almost none. Nine of the ghost market techniques are fake and one is real. Do you dare to bet? But I do have a volume on how to fight with the top weapons in the world. It only costs 700 coins."
"Okay, give me one."
Tang Ping felt a little sore.
This is all money.
Knowledge is wealth, but he doesn't have any weapon skills. The Ghost Head Sword is a weapon full of blood evil. If used properly, it may not be able to explode with stronger power.
The old man turned around and took out a gray cloth book with "Ten Steps to Kill" written on the cover.
After trading items.
Tang Ping returned to the banyan tree.
Now that we have the supplies, we just need to wait quietly for the gate of hell to open in a few days.
Returning to the earth for the first time.
