The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

He was actually in Pingcheng.

No one would have thought that this clone of King Yama would appear in Pingcheng.

Xu Ping originally thought that he couldn't leave for more than half a step, so he didn't contact the Yin God in the underworld.

But from this point of view, this avatar can move freely, so why doesn't he show up.

Among them, there is something hidden.

The situation seemed to suddenly become complicated again.

Seeing the red light on the stone slab moving slowly in Pingcheng, Xu Ping pondered for a moment, then glanced at Song Qingling: "Qingling, can you..."

Song Qingling was not stupid either, knowing what he was thinking, she immediately said, "Brother Xu, don't worry, you know this and I know it, I won't tell others."

Although speaking, she belongs to the underworld, and because of Xu Ping, she is now considered Zhong Kui Zhenjun's confidant.

but……

Since it was Xu Ping's request, she immediately resolutely rebelled and stood firmly on Xu Ping's side.

Xu Ping and Song Qingling didn't say anything, and immediately rushed to Pingcheng, followed the position of the red light on the stone slab, and began to look for the clone of King Yama.

After all, Pingcheng is a new city in the underworld, there are not many ghosts on the road, and there are large areas of open space waiting for the houses to land.

The location where the red light is located is on the north side of Pingcheng, very close to Feng. Compared with other places, this place is considered lively. Most of the open spaces also have ghosts setting up real estate, and the houses are scattered. There is no difference between Fengdu and Banbuduo.

In the hazy environment, Xu Ping jumped onto the roof, his bright eyes lit up slightly, and he checked the surrounding situation.

Song Qingling stood aside, stared at Xu Ping, and asked, "Brother Xu, have you ever discovered something?"

The red light showed the power of incense, but for a while, Xu Ping didn't notice any ghosts with the power of incense in his surroundings, so he could only stand on a high place and scan his surroundings carefully.

"strangeness……"

Xu Ping muttered to himself.

"What's strange?" Song Qingling asked.

Xu Ping looked back at her, and said: "Obviously there is the power of incense around, but I always feel that the power of incense is very empty and cannot be grasped, and looking around, it seems that the power of incense exists in the ghosts here. remnants of

"They all exist?"

Although Song Qingling did not study the power of incense like Xu Ping did, he could also know that the power of incense was not an ordinary thing.

Even if she is now a small official in the underworld, she does not have the ability to absorb the power of incense, let alone these ghosts, it is even more impossible.

But Xu Ping could really feel that the power of incense was left on the ghosts who came and went.

The power of the remaining incense is very weak, and it is extremely difficult to be found.

Xu Ping was confident that even True Monarch Zhong Kui would not be able to detect these ghosts, who had the power of incense.

Song Qingling asked: "Then what should I do, should I grab two tongues first and ask?"

"I'm afraid that these ghosts themselves don't know where the power of incense comes from." Xu Ping said.

Song Qingling said: "Brother Xu, what do you mean to say that these ghosts are actually unaware that they have or have possessed the power of incense?"

"Well, it should be so."

Xu Ping nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and thought of a possibility.

The red light shining here is enough to prove that King Yama's avatar is indeed here.

And these ghosts all have the power of incense. Is it possible that all the ghosts here are clones of King Yama.

In other words, they can all become the clone of King Yama.

And the key lies in the power of incense.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Xu Ping's mind.

If my conjecture is correct, does that mean that Yama's avatar is not a real body, but a stick of incense.

When it possesses someone, that person becomes the clone of King Yama.

Thinking of this possibility, Xu Ping checked the ghosts on the street again from another angle, and he really found something.

Although the power of incense on these ghosts is very weak, there are more or less.

As for those with more incense power in their bodies, it means that the incense has been out of the body for a relatively short time. Xu Ping focused on observing these people to find out whose body the incense was really hiding.

"Come with me!"

Xu Ping called Song Qingling, jumped down, and swept towards the other side of the street.

And when passing by an old beggar by the street, he fixed his eyes, and suddenly found that this old beggar was the ghost who talked to him half a step away that day.

And the ghosts of this old beggar belonged to many in the whole street, that is to say, he was the clone of King Yama not long ago.

It's just been abandoned now.

But after making this discovery, Xu Ping was also a little worried.

If King Yan Luo insisted on avoiding them, it would be hard to find him with his ability to jump repeatedly on Yinhun's body.

After thinking about it carefully, Xu Ping felt that there was no malice in the first place, so he might as well say it frankly.

"My lord, Xu Ping, dare to ask Lord Yama to show up."

"Xu Ping, dare to..."

"..."

Xu Ping shouted loudly, three times in a row.

Immediately, all the ghosts on the street stopped at the same time and turned to look at him.

"Who is this?"

"It's all right, why are you crazy?"

"It's probably just here, it's hard to accept for a while!"

The ghosts on the street talked closely to each other, the sound of the conversation was like mosquitoes and flies, and the buzzing sound continued to ring around, and the world seemed to be nothing at this moment, only Xu Ping was surrounded by the sound.

"Yan Luowang has long abandoned us, this man is really stupid."

"Yes."

"Stop this idea as soon as possible, who cares about King Yama now, it is enough to have Lord Zhenjun."

"..."

The sound became louder and louder until finally, it seemed to surround the ears.

Instead of feeling bored, Xu Ping showed a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although my guess was wrong, it was almost inseparable. The ghosts with the power of incense on the streets can be said to be the clones of King Yama.

Who else knows that he is a human being?

Xu Ping's eyes shimmered, the nothingness in front of him broke open, the sound disappeared immediately, and the surroundings became quiet, you could hear a needle drop, and there was no sound.

All the ghosts on the street looked at Xu Ping in unison, with gloomy eyes and strange expressions. The scene was extremely strange.

Seeing such a strange scene, Song Qingling subconsciously held the Soul Hooking Rope in his hand, and stood beside Xu Ping. The Soul Hooking Rope shone brightly, shocking the ghosts around him.

But the ghosts around did not have the normal reaction when they were in front of them at all. Instead, they suddenly ran like flying, and quickly approached the two of them. In the blink of an eye, they had already surrounded Xu Ping and Song Qingling in the middle.

The soul hook in Song Qingling's hand was about to be thrown out, but Xu Ping grabbed it and shook his head: "No, they won't do anything to us."

Say it.

Xu Ping turned his head to look at the ghosts, bowed respectfully, and said, "My servant, Xu Ping, pays homage to Lord Yama."

Song Qingling was stunned for a moment, and followed him to salute.

And all the ghosts still stood there, with stiff expressions, and said dully: "I'm not some Yama king, just a remnant soul, boy, you are so powerful that you can see through us."

Xu Ping didn't care about such inconsistent words, he just smiled and said: "If you don't even have this ability, how can you stand in front of Lord Yama."

"It has been said that I am not King Yama anymore."

All the ghosts spoke at the same time, their voices raised and their pitches sharpened.

Xu Ping smiled slightly: "Then who are you?"

"I am..." All the ghosts spoke at the same time, paused for a moment, and said again: "Why should I tell you?"

Could it be that Po Meng made a mistake in her judgment?

The power of these incense sticks is actually not the clone of King Yama.

Xu Ping frowned, and with a wave of his hand, this space was immediately imprisoned, making it impossible for these ghosts to leave.

"No matter who you are, since you can steal King Yama's incense, it must be related to him." Xu Ping said calmly, "I just want to know where King Yama is now?"

"he died!"

Yinhun spoke at the same time, but seemed to have no reaction to Xu Ping's behavior of confining the world.

"died?!"

Xu Ping and Song Qingling spoke at the same time, and looked at each other, seeing a trace of astonishment in each other's eyes.

"Yes, dead!"

The ghosts continued to count.

A sternness flashed across Xu Ping's eyes, and he shouted, "Then who are you?"

The moment the yelling sounded, all the ghosts felt as if they had been hit hard, their ghost bodies became transparent, and they fell limply to the ground.

If Xu Ping hadn't controlled the roar, I'm afraid these ghosts would lose their wits immediately.

In an instant!

Lines of incense power emerged from the bodies of these ghosts, quickly gathered in the air into a small figure, and swept towards the distance.

"Humph!"

Xu Ping didn't chase after him, but let out a cold snort.

I saw this small figure formed by the power of incense, although it turned into a stream of light and flew to the distance, but in the blink of an eye, it landed on the same place again, as if it had never left.

"what?"

The little figure let out a bewilderment, ignored it, and continued to fly towards the distance.

Only each time, it falls back down again.

After going back and forth like this three times, it stopped running away, turned to look at Xu Ping, and shouted angrily, "What did you do, why can't I get out."

The voice is old and thick, quite majestic.

As soon as the little figure turned around, Song Qingling immediately bowed his head next to Xu Ping's ear, and said softly, "Brother Xu, he looks exactly like King Yama."

Xu Ping spent the whole day looking at the statue of King Yama, not to mention he even carved one himself, so he is very familiar with King Yama's appearance.

And this figure, which is less than three inches long, has the same facial features and appearance as King Yama.

Xu Ping said: "Since you can't see what I have done, then you must not be King Yama, so there is no need to scare people here."

The three-inch man was stunned for a moment, and he even started begging for mercy. His tone no longer had the majesty and oppression just now: "You guys let me go, I didn't do anything bad, and when I couldn't do anything before, I helped The underworld is busy."

He expressed his merits there, but Xu Ping shook his head, and just said: "I'm not interested in what you said, I just want you to tell me who you are, and where is the real King Yama at this moment?" place?"

"Didn't I say that King Yama is dead..." the three-inch man emphasized again, "As for me... I am not a thing, I am the incense of King Yama."

"Details!"

Seeing Xu Ping's attitude, the three-inch man knew that he couldn't get away with it, so he could only say everything.

It turns out that the three-inch little man awakened from the incense in the statue of King Yama, and when he regained consciousness, he immediately inherited all the memories and spells about King Yama.

It's just that it is too weak, and when it finds that the underworld is drifting away, it dare not rush to find the Yin God of the underworld, so it has been wandering around the underworld in this form.

And what it can master at present is to mobilize the incense of King Yama and cast spells. Although it is not very powerful, it is basically no problem to use it for self-protection.

As for the fact that King Yama was dead, it also learned from the inherited memory.

"That's it. Now Zhenjun Zhongkui manages the underworld, and the upper and lower are integrated. If I suddenly show up, there may be troubles in the underworld again. I have been avoiding them."

After the three-inch villain finished speaking, he kept bowing to Xu Ping and begging for mercy: "I've already said what I need to say, can you let us go?"

What it said was simply unbelievable.

Consciousness is born in the incense, which is something that has never been heard, not to mention, the King Yama in its mouth is dead.

Will King Yan Luo, who is in charge of the underworld and controls reincarnation, die too? !
Xu Ping frowned intently, and in order to judge the authenticity of Sancun's words, he slowly stretched out his hand towards Sancun, "I won't hurt you, just to confirm whether what you said is true."

The three-inch man wanted to avoid it, but he had no choice but to let Xu Ping's finger touch its forehead.

Immediately.

Xu Ping felt pictures flooding into his mind one after another.

It was layer upon layer of white clouds in the nine-day sky, and the looming ancient gate flickered in the clouds, and on both sides of the ancient gate stood two generals.

Wearing golden light armor, holding a long knife, standing in front of the door, covered with golden light, it seems like no one can open it.

Xu Ping pulled out his finger suddenly, and all the pictures suddenly entered his mind with a whoosh.

And the last scene I saw was a man in a black robe, with a black beard and a crown lying on his head amidst the golden light.

Is he the King Yama? !

Where was the place just now?
Xu Ping slowly withdrew his thoughts, looked at the three-inch man in front of him, pondered for a moment, and said, "You have to go to the underworld with me, and report this matter to Zhenjun Zhongkui in public."

The three-inch man already knew that he could not escape Xu Ping's palm, so he could only nod helplessly. Judging by his expression, he seemed to be going to die.

Xu Ping paused, and said: "Don't worry, if what you said is true, I won't do anything to you after finding out everything."

The three-inch man looked frustrated: "You will not do anything, but can you guarantee that those who are in the underworld will not do anything to me?"

Listening to his words, Xu Ping couldn't help but think of True Monarch Zhong Kui.

Now under his control, the hell is going in a good direction, and this three-inch little man is the incarnation of King Yama.

Will True Monarch Zhong Kui have other thoughts because of his power...