Apocalypse of a Hundred Demons: I Became the Strongest Demon Tamer

Chen Qing sat back on the carpet to practice again.

Thinking of Chen Xi made him feel sick.

What the hell was wrong with him in his previous life that he would fall for such a thing!

But practicing was more important now, so he calmed down and sat cross-legged again.

Practice can't be rushed, but the blood moon is getting closer and closer. After learning the Black Prison Ghost Contract Technique, there are still a lot of things to do, so he must speed up.

"Chen Qing, can you go out with me today?"

Chen Man came over.

"Uh..." Chen Qing thought for a while and shook his head, "Let those brothers play with you, okay?"

He rang the service bell.

Chen Qing also wanted to enjoy the comfort that was about to be gone.

But he couldn't.

"Then I won't go." Chen Man shook his head expressionlessly. I wonder if he was disappointed.

Time passed quickly, and it was midnight.

Chen Qing stood up slowly, pointing his finger at a teapot.

"Black Prison!"

A black gas suddenly enveloped Chen Qing and the teapot.

The next moment, the two appeared in a black space.

The space was circular, without walls, and was covered by something that looked like fog and tentacles, hazy and extremely unreal.

The teapot lay quietly at the bottom of his feet, kicked it casually, and rolled around.

Once locked up in the Black Prison with a ghost, either one of them died or the ghost surrendered, so that the souls of the two would be unified and the Black Prison would be lifted.

This was Chen Qing's trick to deal with the Ghost King of the Demon Suppression Tower.

Force it to choose!

Either kill yourself, and you are the master of the Demon Suppression Tower, which is equivalent to dying together.

Or surrender to yourself!

In the previous life, the Ghost King suddenly betrayed during the second blood moon, and the order of the entire city collapsed at that moment.

Chen Qing would not sit back and watch it happen again.

So, he wanted to gamble!

Bet that this ghost king would submit to him.

Now there was only Chen Qing, the only living thing in the Black Prison, so it could be released at any time.

Chen Qing moved his mind and released the Black Prison.

Suddenly!

The necklace moved!

"Jin Bu~huan, Jin Bu~huan, Jin Bu~huan!~"

Jin Bu~huan's voice came out very abruptly.

"Jin Bu~huan, Jin Bu~huan, Jin Bu~huan!~"

Jin Bu~huan, who was skinny and short, in tatters, and carrying a huge bag, appeared in the room.

The ghost energy level detector in Chen Qing's hand shook violently, and the data jumped wildly!

Wandering Soul F Level, Wandering Soul E Level, Wandering Soul D Level...

In an instant, the data rushed to Wandering Soul C Level,

Wandering Soul B Level!

Wandering Soul A Level!

Evil Ghost E Level!

Evil Ghost D Level!

"Jin Buhuan, Jin Buhuan, Jin Buhuan!"

Jin Buhuan suddenly jumped onto the teapot that had just fallen to the ground.

As if jumping into the water, his figure disappeared.

And the teapot had turned into a golden pot.

"..."

Chen Qing was speechless!

You picked a cabinet, a TV, or something!

Why did you pick a teapot! ?

How much can it sell for such a small thing?

Jin Buhuan is a repaying ghost. In his previous life, Chen Qing had done favors to many people.

But in this life, he really couldn't guess who he had done favors to.

After thinking for a while, he had no answer and stopped caring.

He took the Kunwu knife and went downstairs.

He could finally go and collect ghosts!

It was two o'clock in the morning, and there were many rentals.

Chen Qing took a taxi and arrived at the northern outskirts of the city an hour later.

There were faint ghosts whimpering, and the air was full of yin energy. The hairs on his back stood up in the summer.

Chen Qing took a deep breath.

With the knife in hand, he slowly moved forward.

Ten minutes, half an hour...

Soon Chen Qing frowned.

There are too few ghosts!

Unlike the ghosts that were everywhere after the blood moon, the density and intensity of ghosts now are too low. I didn't encounter any after walking for half a day.

I looked at the ghost watch - that is, the ghost energy level detector.

The concentration around is a little different.

Chen Qing simply stopped walking on the main road, used the ghost watch as a compass, and slowly walked towards the place with high concentration of Yin energy.

Jumped over the ditch, crossed the wild grass, bypassed the fish pond...

In the distance, I saw a small house.

The necklace shook slightly.

Here it comes!

The hand holding the knife tightened a little.

Chen Qing looked at the small house.

This small house is very small, only 4 meters long and wide, with a flat roof.

It may be used to store farm tools such as hand tractors. Rusty hoes and shovels are hung on the wall, and the rust has dyed the wall iron red.

Chen Qing slowly turned to the front.

He saw a figure.

He was squatting in the house, cutting a slipper with a sickle.

The ghost watch shook slightly.

A number appeared: 6.

Wandering soul F level.

The lowest level

Ghost!

Almost no harm to humans.

F-level wandering souls usually act on instinct, confused and ignorant.

This kind of ghost is useless to the ghost master, but it is just right for Chen Qing!

The strength of the ghost king is directly related to the 12 ghosts suppressed.

The weaker the 12 ghosts, the weaker the ghost king, and the greater the chance of contracting!

Wait for the ghost king to contract, and then change these weak ghosts again.

Chen Qing didn't know how to collect the ghosts into the tower, so he could only try.

"Collect!"

Dangdang...

There was a sound of metal collision, and a pile of hoes and shovels were collected into the demon-suppressing tower.

But this ghost... didn't move.

The ghost noticed the movement and stood up.

Pale skin, thin body.

The striped shirt read "Ximing Mental Hospital". Red underwear - yes, no outer pants.

Two socks on one foot, no socks on one foot.

Only one slipper was worn, and the other slipper had been killed by it.

One of the two eyes was standing guard, and the other was on sentry duty, looking at different places.

"..."

This is a crazy ghost...

Chen Qing was stunned.

Without hesitation, he tried again: "Collect!"

It still didn't work.

The crazy ghost tilted his head, one eye looked at Chen Qing, and the other observed the ground.

After thinking about it, Chen Qing threw out the Demon Suppression Tower with an idea!

"Big!"

The Demon Suppression Tower, which was half the size of a cigarette, suddenly became five meters high!

With a bang, the small house and the ghost were crushed to pieces!

Dust flew everywhere.

Chen Qing stepped aside and smiled.

He could feel that the crazy ghost was taken into the Demon Suppression Tower!

"Come out!"

The crazy ghost appeared in front of Chen Qing.

It was no different from before, one eye looked up at the sky, and the other eye looked at Chen Qing.

"Kneel down."

The crazy ghost knelt down.

"Jump!"

The mad ghost jumped.

"Run!"

The mad ghost started to run.

He tested his strength again, and it was very weak.

His body size was about the same as that of an ordinary person, but his strength was probably only equal to that of Chen Man.

"Take care of the first one!"

At that moment, Chen Qing looked at the ghost watch again and walked towards the area with a higher concentration of Yin energy.

About ten minutes.

The necklace shook slightly.

"Hu~"

"Suck, suck, suck... suck, suck, suck..."

Like the sound of a pig eating.

Chen Qing clenched the knife and slowly approached the stinky ditch.

This was a stinky ditch that had been settled for several years.

There was something stirring inside, and the stench was coming up, making my eyes hurt.

Chen Qing finally saw the ghost.

It has a body similar to a dog's, a human head and a dog's body, and it is festering all over. It is digging out the black mud at the bottom of the stinking ditch and stuffing it into its mouth with a smacking sound.

F-level wandering soul,

Toilet ghost, also called shit-eating ghost.