My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 24 Fuck With Me, I Have Zuwu Essence and Blood
A farce-like battle developed to the end, and the red-eyed righteous gods of the Wu clan even got hot-headed, and even the outrageous conditions such as the essence and blood of the ancestor witches were released.

Although his heart fluttered for a while, when the conditions offered later became more and more outrageous, Han Shou instantly sobered up.

Of course, they all refused, and none of them agreed.

A group of witches who are not even great witches, they patted their chests without blinking and said: "Brother, come and do it with me, I have 10 drops of ancestor witch's blood, as long as you agree, it will be yours!"

Han Shou's IQ is no problem.

Even if you think about it with your ass, you can tell that this group of guys is just talking, but they only want to put their opponents down.

As for whether the promised conditions can be realized?

Ah!
We Wu clan spit and nail, since we agreed, it will definitely come true.

As for when it will be realized?
Hey, when you become a ancestral witch, you will give it!

……

After half a day.

Han Shou was already in front of the gate of the Judgment Building in the northwest corner of the Netherworld Palace.

Standing at this position, one can already see inside the gate, behind a super long table, the unkempt Wu clan in the water mirror before is scribbling names like flying.

Every time one was called, the servant standing behind the table would take a closed small incense burner from behind the table and hand it over.

In the open space behind the table, small fist-sized incense burners are piled up one after another, and it is difficult to count the number.

Jiufeng behind her is still not giving up, still tempting Han Shou:

"Xiao Hanshou, the other clansmen must have lied to you when they said they gave you the essence and blood of the ancestral witch!"

"But I'm different. I'm the younger sister of Qiangliang Zuwu. As long as you agree to come to Tonghun Division, becoming the righteous god of Tonghun Division is just the foundation. I can also ask my brother to give you a drop of real Zuwu blood!"

"I don't have a lot of blood, but a drop is definitely fine. As long as my brother still recognizes me as my sister, he will definitely agree!"

Han Shou said helplessly: "Senior Jiufeng, Senior 'Zhu' did not abandon him before his birthday, and he was accepted as a servant of the Pure Chieftain. As long as Senior 'Zhu' doesn't drive me away, how can I abandon him?"

Jiufeng was heartbroken: "Xiao Hanshou, Xiao Hanshou, you were deceived by Xiao Zhuzi!"

Han Shou:? ? ?
"Do you think it's Xiao Zhuzi who doesn't dislike your soul body being too weak at that time?"

"wrong!"

"That's because the ghosts of other human races don't want to enter the Pure Chieftain, and Xiao Zhuzi can't get any subordinates at all. Otherwise, how could there be no subordinates in the Underworld Yinsi before you except Zhengshen?"

"what?"

"Jing Tusi is not dangerous, and he doesn't need to be on duty all the time. How come no one joins?"

Jiufeng smiled triumphantly: "Because the chieftain's incense and salary are few!"

"Being a yin soldier in the Jingtu Division, the incense salary is more than a hundred times less than that of my Tonghun Division!"

"Almost all the soldiers of the various divisions in the underworld come from the dead souls of the human race. If they want to practice, they don't have enough incense and only rely on a little bit of accumulation of merit, then the speed will be slow!"

"Thousands of years may not be able to break through a small realm!"

Han Shou was surprised and said, "Isn't there also the "Netherworld Alchemy Method" bestowed by the Pingxin Empress to work with the Soul Forging Grass?"

"After igniting the Soul Forging Grass, practice the "Netherworld Alchemy Technique", how slow is the speed?"

Jiufeng was stunned: "Soul Forging Grass?"

"That thing is not considered precious in the nether world, but its quantity is rare. There are so many Yin divisions in the underworld, and each division only has a quota of 1000 plants each year. All Yin divisions are the same. The slightly larger Yin divisions only have over ten thousand Yin soldiers. How many of them can be tempered?" Soul Grass?"

"Hey, I forgot that since the establishment of the Jingtusi, there were only a few soldiers. It has been accumulated for hundreds of years, and the Jingtusi has no shortage of soul-forging grass. No wonder you think so."

The corner of Han Shou's mouth twitched.

At the very beginning of his relationship, he got thousands of soul-forging grasses from 'Zhu', which is a yearly quota for a Yin Division, not the standard configuration that every new Yin soldier has as he thought!

Thinking of this, Han Shou suddenly felt that "Zhu", the simple-minded boss, although his IQ was desperate and desperate for face, but... he was really kind to him.

"Senior Jiufeng, the incense salary is also a fixed distribution for each Yin Division?"

Jiufeng rolled his eyes at him: "What do you think?"

"Can incense and soul forging grass be the same?"

"Although soul forging grass is rare in the Nether World, it grows every year, and the total number collected in the underworld is not small, but the total amount of incense in the underworld changes every year."

"The provision of incense is related to how many creatures worship the gods of the underworld in the prehistoric times every year."

"The number of soldiers in the various divisions of the underworld has been increasing, but the total amount of incense has been increasing and sometimes decreasing, and the total increase cannot keep up with the increase in manpower in the underworld. The incense that can be distributed every year is even more and more tense."

"How can it be possible to distribute fixed shares to each Yin Division?"

"Of course, it is allocated according to the annual manpower of each Yin Division and the degree of performance of the priesthood!"

Jiufeng smiled and looked at Han Shou: "Jingtusi only has Xiaozhuzi and you. The number of manpower has suffered a great loss. The incense that can be distributed is better than nothing. As for the degree of fulfillment of the priesthood, it is even lower!"

"The prehistoric people are at war all the time. If every battlefield can clean the ground and collect the corpses, there will definitely be a lot of incense that can be distributed, but the problem is that Xiao Zhuzi closed the call channel of the same clan below the big witch many years ago."

"Only keep the calling channels of the Great Witch and Zuwu battlefield, Xiao Hanshou, think about it for yourself, how much can you fulfill your priesthood?"

Han Shou was silent.

The incense salary distributed by the Pure Chieftain every year is too small to recruit manpower.

The inability to recruit manpower also led to the low performance of the priesthood of the Pure Chieftain, and the annual distribution of incense and salary is even less.

Well, it's perfect!
The perfect vicious circle!
Jiufeng was a little curious: "Xiao Hanshou, these are common senses before you choose to join each Yin Division. Didn't you know it when you joined the Jingtu Division?"

Han Shou: ...

What can he say?
Could it be that he was gathered in one place as soon as he crossed over to the underworld, and then dozens of big bosses of the Wu clan picked and picked him, and finally he was the only one who didn't care about him.

When he was flustered, "Zhu" jumped out and agreed to take him in. After a sigh of relief, he was in a trance and didn't even listen to what "Zhu" said at that time?
Later, he was taken back to the chieftain by "Zhu" and issued a complete set of standard configurations of low-grade Houtian Lingbao. He was so excited that he almost looked up to the sky and laughed, and he didn't even think about asking about the treatment.

In fact, if it weren't for being suddenly notified to receive the incense salary.

He didn't even know about the annual wages of the underworld soldiers.

Jiufeng didn't bother with this matter, and said with a smile, "How is it?"

"Have you thought about it?"

"Staying in the Pure Chieftain, I am afraid that the incense sticks you can receive in a year will not exceed 100, which is almost negligible for ghost cultivators."

"If you come to Tonghun Division, not only will there be tens of thousands of soldiers in Tonghun Division to listen to your orders, but the incense sticks you can receive every year are guaranteed to be more than 10!"

At this moment, a cry came from the judge building:
"Pure Chieftain enters to receive incense salary!"

Han Shou smiled at Jiufeng: "Thank you for your attention, senior, but 'Shou' is used to pure toast, and has no plans to leave!"

After all, he walked into the judge building.

The almost petrified Jiufeng was left behind.

(End of this chapter)