I am the Lord of the Underworld
Chapter 3 Ghosts don't see the earth, people don't see the wind
Chapter 3 Ghosts don't see the earth, people don't see the wind (for further reading)
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The green mist filled the air, the banyan trees rustled, and the leaves fell.
The commotion was so loud that the ghosts of sixteen households under the banyan tree all came out.
Some ghosts are husband and wife, some are a family of four, male and female, big and small.
Some are lonely like Tang Ping and Lao Zhang.
Green Mist jumped out of a pale and thin horse.
The body of the horse is thin, and the eyes are fake, but drawn with black ink. If you look closely, it is a paper horse.
On the horseback was a strong man dressed in black with a long body and solid soul.
Immediately behind the horse were four translucent ghosts like ordinary people. They held knives and shields, staring at them.
Tang Ping recognized this person.
The area with a radius of one hundred miles is called the Three Thorns, and it is governed by the power of the Tang God. All the output in this land must be handed over to the Tang God and the subordinate forces.
The forest where everyone in Tang Ping is located is called the Green Cotton Forest, and the governor is the Heimu Ghost under Tang God.
This is the long knife Liu under Hei Mugui, who was an executioner in his lifetime.
"Steward Liu!"
"Guan Liu is fine."
Changdao Liu Le stopped the paper horse, with his toes high and high, looking at everyone from above.
"Didn't you hide anything last night?"
"Don't dare!"
"How dare you hide anything."
The ghosts said quickly.
The decapitated old Zhang next to Tang Ping trembled in fright, and Liu Minrui, the long knife, captured this scene.
"Come here, search one by one, even if you scrape the ground three feet away, focus on checking this guy's room."
Long Dao Liu pointed at the beheaded old Zhang.
"Yes!"
The four ghost soldiers searched one by one.
The first house of Tang Ping.
Ghost soldiers have rich experience in ransacking homes.
The roof, the eaves, the gaps in every corner, the tapped hollows of the floor.
In addition to Tang Ping and a few others, a beheaded old Zhang, a hanged ghost, a starved ghost, and a couple's home were found with a black altar, ghost black rice, a bronze sword, and a pair of dog teeth.
Seeing this, Tang Ping secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he was careful, otherwise he would have been discovered.
Just as I thought just now, even if I get benefits, how can I keep them?
Long Dao Liu held a palm-sized black altar with strange runes engraved on it.
"Tsk tsk, good trick, where did you come from to pretend to be a soul altar? I was almost deceived by you, an old guy."
This kind of soul altar can accommodate the soul body and provide Yin Qi.
"These few... give me a hard lesson."
Changdao Liu glanced contemptuously at everyone present, the white paper horse let out a mouthful of evil spirit, and kicked restlessly with its four hooves.
The four ghost soldiers stepped forward, punched and kicked, and slashed at the body with the scabbard fiercely, causing the soul and body to flicker, and black air came out of the wound.
Injuries to ghosts will affect lifespan.
The decapitated old Zhang held his head and kowtowed continuously, begging for mercy.
"Forgive me, my lord. I have less than half a year left to live. I have greed for a while. I hope my lord will forgive me."
The ghost soldiers fought for a long time, and all the ghosts were dying.
"Hmph, this time it's just a small punishment, don't take what you shouldn't, and there will be another time..."
hum!
The knife flashed.
Lao Zhang and the other ghosts each had a broken leg.
Changdao Liu put away his treasured sword.
If it weren't for these people being useful, none of them would be able to survive.
"Next month's ghost cotton pays [-]% more."
Leaving those words behind, Changdao Liu left with his trophy and his men.
All the ghosts returned to the house angrily.
The beard of this banyan tree grows a kind of cotton. When the cotton is in full bloom in a certain season, they will pick the cotton in exchange for grain. The big head will be handed over, and the small head will be theirs.
Generally speaking, the black wood ghosts are the government in this area, and they have to pay taxes no matter what they grow.
If Tang Ping hadn't awakened Gao Di Ce, he might have ended up like Lao Zhang too.
He secretly decided in his heart that he must embark on the path of cultivation.
The first step is to understand the common sense of cultivation in this world.
The second step is to open the underground master.
Tang Ping guessed that opening the underground master should require a certain level of Yin power.
The benefits of opening the underground master are not known yet, but it can be guessed.
The first is the function of the dark deed, controlling a certain territory. In this territory, it should have the characteristics of manipulating the earth's strength, essence and so on.
Fighting within the territory may also receive bonuses.
Tang Ping's current goal is very simple, that is to be stable, to have his own self-protection ability, and not to be too conspicuous.
All this has to be done in secret.
At this time, Tang Ping saw Lao Zhang crawling towards the house bit by bit on the ground.
Lao Zhang looked miserable, his soul was almost transparent, and half of his leg was missing, so he probably wouldn't live long.
Tang Ping stepped forward to help.
"Uncle Zhang, please slow down."
"Ahem, I'm sorry to trouble you, little brother Tang."
Old Zhang smiled wryly.
Tang Ping helped him into the house, then returned to his home, and took out the little ghost mud left.
"Eat something first."
Lao Zhang put his head down and ate a few mouthfuls. Tang Ping felt weird seeing these scenes from the side.
There is only a little skin left on the neck, how does the food digest?
The decapitated old Zhang's complexion improved a lot. He put down the jar, looked at Tang Ping with cloudy eyes, and said with a hoarse smile, "What do you want to know?"
He saw Tang Ping's purpose at a glance.
This kid looks low-key, but after getting in touch with him a lot, it can be seen that he is not willing to be ordinary.
Tang Ping didn't beat around the bush either.
"I want to know the cultivation path of our ghosts."
"Haha, you boy! I'll tell you what I know right now."
Lao Zhang knew he didn't have a few days to live, so it didn't matter if he told Tang Ping.
It's not a secret either, anyone who has lived longer will know it.
"Ordinary souls dissipate in seven days, and they become ghosts by chance, just like us. Ordinary ghosts have a lifespan of 12 years. If they have the opportunity to eat spiritual things such as spiritual rice and spiritual water rich in yin energy, or get breath The method of Sun Jing Yue Hua can increase the lifespan by a certain amount, and the maximum is no more than 49, which is the limit of ordinary ghosts."
Ghosts can breath out the cultivation method of sun essence, moonlight, heaven and earth essence, and give birth to Yin power, can use spells, awaken the magical powers of flying into the sky and piercing walls, that is, they are evil spirits.
"The long sword Liu just now is the evil soul. The evil soul has a lifespan of 81 years. Whenever the gate of hell is opened, it can enter the world of the underworld."
"Above the evil soul is the wandering god, whose soul body is close to that of a mortal, and can enter and leave the world at any time."
"This is what the old man knows, and the rest is not very clear."
"Where is the Yangjian when entering and exiting the Yangjian? Why do you have to go?"
Tang Ping asked his doubts.
"The Underworld is monotonous and barren, while the Yangworld has abundant resources. As for where the Yangshi is, it's right above your head!"
The beheaded old Zhang pointed to the sky.
Ghosts do not see soil, people do not see wind.
Ghosts can live freely in the earth world.
But in the eyes of ordinary people, there is a real piece of land under their feet.
The same is true for ghosts looking at the mortal world.
Every breeze, every gleam, every moving air in the world is a thick wall of storm to the ghost.
"I see, thank you, old man."
Tang Ping solemnly thanked you.
"Hehe, the old man is a little tired."
The decapitated old Zhang waved his hands, his expression was a little tired, his soul and body were on the verge of disappearing.
"I will take my leave first."
Tang Ping bowed deeply, firstly to thank Lao Zhang for his clarification, and secondly to thank Lao Zhang for his support in the past three months.
"By the way, there is a mountain stream in the southwest of the forest, and there is a cold pool along the upper reaches. Every fifteenth day, there will be trades between different ghosts. Remember not to reveal your identity."
Behind Tang Ping, there was the sound of the beheaded old Zhang.
"treasure……"
Tang Ping paused.
There was only a long sigh coming from behind.
There is a trace of regret, a trace of nostalgia, and a trace of unwillingness in the sigh.
This is the ghost's last breath of anger, and after it is vented, its soul flies away.
Back in the room, Tang Ping's expression was gloomy, and he must not follow in Lao Zhang's footsteps in the future.
Misty dark haunted house.
Tang calmly practiced, breathed out the Yin Qi of Yuehua, and advanced step by step towards the road of the underground master.
……
(This work has been signed, and the status will be changed soon. Hurry up to invest.)
(End of this chapter)
call!
The green mist filled the air, the banyan trees rustled, and the leaves fell.
The commotion was so loud that the ghosts of sixteen households under the banyan tree all came out.
Some ghosts are husband and wife, some are a family of four, male and female, big and small.
Some are lonely like Tang Ping and Lao Zhang.
Green Mist jumped out of a pale and thin horse.
The body of the horse is thin, and the eyes are fake, but drawn with black ink. If you look closely, it is a paper horse.
On the horseback was a strong man dressed in black with a long body and solid soul.
Immediately behind the horse were four translucent ghosts like ordinary people. They held knives and shields, staring at them.
Tang Ping recognized this person.
The area with a radius of one hundred miles is called the Three Thorns, and it is governed by the power of the Tang God. All the output in this land must be handed over to the Tang God and the subordinate forces.
The forest where everyone in Tang Ping is located is called the Green Cotton Forest, and the governor is the Heimu Ghost under Tang God.
This is the long knife Liu under Hei Mugui, who was an executioner in his lifetime.
"Steward Liu!"
"Guan Liu is fine."
Changdao Liu Le stopped the paper horse, with his toes high and high, looking at everyone from above.
"Didn't you hide anything last night?"
"Don't dare!"
"How dare you hide anything."
The ghosts said quickly.
The decapitated old Zhang next to Tang Ping trembled in fright, and Liu Minrui, the long knife, captured this scene.
"Come here, search one by one, even if you scrape the ground three feet away, focus on checking this guy's room."
Long Dao Liu pointed at the beheaded old Zhang.
"Yes!"
The four ghost soldiers searched one by one.
The first house of Tang Ping.
Ghost soldiers have rich experience in ransacking homes.
The roof, the eaves, the gaps in every corner, the tapped hollows of the floor.
In addition to Tang Ping and a few others, a beheaded old Zhang, a hanged ghost, a starved ghost, and a couple's home were found with a black altar, ghost black rice, a bronze sword, and a pair of dog teeth.
Seeing this, Tang Ping secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he was careful, otherwise he would have been discovered.
Just as I thought just now, even if I get benefits, how can I keep them?
Long Dao Liu held a palm-sized black altar with strange runes engraved on it.
"Tsk tsk, good trick, where did you come from to pretend to be a soul altar? I was almost deceived by you, an old guy."
This kind of soul altar can accommodate the soul body and provide Yin Qi.
"These few... give me a hard lesson."
Changdao Liu glanced contemptuously at everyone present, the white paper horse let out a mouthful of evil spirit, and kicked restlessly with its four hooves.
The four ghost soldiers stepped forward, punched and kicked, and slashed at the body with the scabbard fiercely, causing the soul and body to flicker, and black air came out of the wound.
Injuries to ghosts will affect lifespan.
The decapitated old Zhang held his head and kowtowed continuously, begging for mercy.
"Forgive me, my lord. I have less than half a year left to live. I have greed for a while. I hope my lord will forgive me."
The ghost soldiers fought for a long time, and all the ghosts were dying.
"Hmph, this time it's just a small punishment, don't take what you shouldn't, and there will be another time..."
hum!
The knife flashed.
Lao Zhang and the other ghosts each had a broken leg.
Changdao Liu put away his treasured sword.
If it weren't for these people being useful, none of them would be able to survive.
"Next month's ghost cotton pays [-]% more."
Leaving those words behind, Changdao Liu left with his trophy and his men.
All the ghosts returned to the house angrily.
The beard of this banyan tree grows a kind of cotton. When the cotton is in full bloom in a certain season, they will pick the cotton in exchange for grain. The big head will be handed over, and the small head will be theirs.
Generally speaking, the black wood ghosts are the government in this area, and they have to pay taxes no matter what they grow.
If Tang Ping hadn't awakened Gao Di Ce, he might have ended up like Lao Zhang too.
He secretly decided in his heart that he must embark on the path of cultivation.
The first step is to understand the common sense of cultivation in this world.
The second step is to open the underground master.
Tang Ping guessed that opening the underground master should require a certain level of Yin power.
The benefits of opening the underground master are not known yet, but it can be guessed.
The first is the function of the dark deed, controlling a certain territory. In this territory, it should have the characteristics of manipulating the earth's strength, essence and so on.
Fighting within the territory may also receive bonuses.
Tang Ping's current goal is very simple, that is to be stable, to have his own self-protection ability, and not to be too conspicuous.
All this has to be done in secret.
At this time, Tang Ping saw Lao Zhang crawling towards the house bit by bit on the ground.
Lao Zhang looked miserable, his soul was almost transparent, and half of his leg was missing, so he probably wouldn't live long.
Tang Ping stepped forward to help.
"Uncle Zhang, please slow down."
"Ahem, I'm sorry to trouble you, little brother Tang."
Old Zhang smiled wryly.
Tang Ping helped him into the house, then returned to his home, and took out the little ghost mud left.
"Eat something first."
Lao Zhang put his head down and ate a few mouthfuls. Tang Ping felt weird seeing these scenes from the side.
There is only a little skin left on the neck, how does the food digest?
The decapitated old Zhang's complexion improved a lot. He put down the jar, looked at Tang Ping with cloudy eyes, and said with a hoarse smile, "What do you want to know?"
He saw Tang Ping's purpose at a glance.
This kid looks low-key, but after getting in touch with him a lot, it can be seen that he is not willing to be ordinary.
Tang Ping didn't beat around the bush either.
"I want to know the cultivation path of our ghosts."
"Haha, you boy! I'll tell you what I know right now."
Lao Zhang knew he didn't have a few days to live, so it didn't matter if he told Tang Ping.
It's not a secret either, anyone who has lived longer will know it.
"Ordinary souls dissipate in seven days, and they become ghosts by chance, just like us. Ordinary ghosts have a lifespan of 12 years. If they have the opportunity to eat spiritual things such as spiritual rice and spiritual water rich in yin energy, or get breath The method of Sun Jing Yue Hua can increase the lifespan by a certain amount, and the maximum is no more than 49, which is the limit of ordinary ghosts."
Ghosts can breath out the cultivation method of sun essence, moonlight, heaven and earth essence, and give birth to Yin power, can use spells, awaken the magical powers of flying into the sky and piercing walls, that is, they are evil spirits.
"The long sword Liu just now is the evil soul. The evil soul has a lifespan of 81 years. Whenever the gate of hell is opened, it can enter the world of the underworld."
"Above the evil soul is the wandering god, whose soul body is close to that of a mortal, and can enter and leave the world at any time."
"This is what the old man knows, and the rest is not very clear."
"Where is the Yangjian when entering and exiting the Yangjian? Why do you have to go?"
Tang Ping asked his doubts.
"The Underworld is monotonous and barren, while the Yangworld has abundant resources. As for where the Yangshi is, it's right above your head!"
The beheaded old Zhang pointed to the sky.
Ghosts do not see soil, people do not see wind.
Ghosts can live freely in the earth world.
But in the eyes of ordinary people, there is a real piece of land under their feet.
The same is true for ghosts looking at the mortal world.
Every breeze, every gleam, every moving air in the world is a thick wall of storm to the ghost.
"I see, thank you, old man."
Tang Ping solemnly thanked you.
"Hehe, the old man is a little tired."
The decapitated old Zhang waved his hands, his expression was a little tired, his soul and body were on the verge of disappearing.
"I will take my leave first."
Tang Ping bowed deeply, firstly to thank Lao Zhang for his clarification, and secondly to thank Lao Zhang for his support in the past three months.
"By the way, there is a mountain stream in the southwest of the forest, and there is a cold pool along the upper reaches. Every fifteenth day, there will be trades between different ghosts. Remember not to reveal your identity."
Behind Tang Ping, there was the sound of the beheaded old Zhang.
"treasure……"
Tang Ping paused.
There was only a long sigh coming from behind.
There is a trace of regret, a trace of nostalgia, and a trace of unwillingness in the sigh.
This is the ghost's last breath of anger, and after it is vented, its soul flies away.
Back in the room, Tang Ping's expression was gloomy, and he must not follow in Lao Zhang's footsteps in the future.
Misty dark haunted house.
Tang calmly practiced, breathed out the Yin Qi of Yuehua, and advanced step by step towards the road of the underground master.
……
(This work has been signed, and the status will be changed soon. Hurry up to invest.)
(End of this chapter)
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