Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

Let them leave it to fate.

Only those who survive are qualified to work for him like a cow or a horse.

He is the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, not a nanny.

Xu Sanyan shook his head gently and ignored it. Instead, he looked up and saw a large group of ghosts wandering on the long street not far away. They lived like normal people.

There were vendors hawking their wares on the street, and there were merchants opening their doors to welcome customers. The people were busy with their own things.

If you ignore their creepy appearance and slightly dull expressions, it looks no different from ordinary towns.

Moving his sight, he also saw the yamen runners wearing black clothes and long swords on their waists patrolling along the street. The impressive momentum was overwhelming, and he knew that he was quite powerful at a glance.

While strolling on the long street, Xu Sanyan thought silently in his heart. The most urgent task now was to find a way to reasonably obtain soul crystals to keep his soul from being damaged.

How to obtain soul crystals?

You can't ask him, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, to hawk his wares on the street like those vendors, right?

Besides, he doesn't know how to steam buns.

At this time, a middle-aged woman dressed as a brothel owner stood in front of the attic. She forced a creepy smile on her stiff face and stopped Xu Sanyan.

"Young man, come up and play. The girls miss you so much."

In the lifeless voice of the brothel owner, there was a hint of casualness of "you can come if you want, or forget it if you don't want to come".

This may not be what she wants, but her stiff face cannot make rich expressions.

Xu Sanyan looked up at the brothel in front of him. A row of gorgeous women leaned against the window of the second-floor attic, staring at him with scarlet eyes.

It didn't look like they wanted to "eat" him, but they wanted to eat him.

"This..."

How addicted must one be to be so obsessed with this group of "beauties"?

"Excuse me, is your business good?"

Xu Sanyan stared at the vegetable leaves between the brothel owner's teeth and wanted to reach out to pick them out for her.

The madam was stunned, looked him up and down for a while, and slowly said, "We only accept girls."

Xu Sanyan twitched his mouth wildly, what does it mean, he was hired?

"I'll come back when I have money,"

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and turned his head and asked, "By the way, do you know where I can make some money?"

If Xu Sanyan wanted to understand the specific situation of this secret place as soon as possible, then starting with the monetary system would undoubtedly be the fastest.

The madam pointed to the end of the long street, "There is a pimping shop there, and they also help people introduce jobs. You can go and have a look."

"Thank you." Xu Sanyan bowed and left.

"Sir, remember to come and play when you make money..."

"Definitely."

...

"Alas, life is not easy, female ghosts selling prostitution are all miserable people..."

Xu Sanyan recalled the group of female ghosts who died in different ways, and couldn't help but feel emotional.

In fact, if he had rich soul crystals, he would like to try different flavors...

"Brother, I'm so hungry..." The girl whispered, looking at the ghosts wandering on the street and swallowed her saliva.

Xu Sanyan comforted, "I'll buy you delicious food when I make money."

"Oh..." The girl was actually quite obedient.

There was a small flag in front of the dental shop. Xu Sanyan looked around and found that it was the right place, so he stepped in.

An old ghost in the cabinet stared at him blankly, not saying a word.

"Excuse me, is this a dental shop?" Xu Sanyan looked around and found that there was only the old ghost in the room.

"Ah, yes."

"I heard that you can introduce jobs here?"

"Ah, yes."

"Then can you briefly explain it?"

"Ah, okay."

The old ghost threw a booklet out of the cabinet in a daze, stopped talking, and continued to stare at him blankly.

Xu Sanyan frowned. Why does this old thing look not so smart?

Forget about him, open the book first,

"Pretend to be a prisoner, three pounds of soul a day."

Xu Sanyan's eyes lit up immediately, three pounds a day?

"Excuse me, sir, what does pretending to be a prisoner mean?"

"It means taking the blame, signing and signing, and then being arrested by the officials, and being put in prison."

Xu Sanyan was puzzled, "Can you get out then?"

"Are you stupid? How can you get out after being in prison?"

Although the old ghost's voice was flat, Xu Sanyan seemed to hear that he was laughing at him.

"Then what do I need souls for?"

The old ghost thought for a while, "Yes, but I won't give you souls."

"Then give it to you?" Xu Sanyan raised his eyebrows.

The old ghost nodded as a matter of course, "Yes, what do you need souls for if you can't get out?"

It makes sense...

Xu Sanyan had nothing to complain about, so he could only roll his eyes secretly. This is not a 'pretending to be a prisoner', isn't this a real prisoner?

Continue to flip back,

"Grave guard, one pound of soul per night. Responsible for suppressing the ghosts in the mass grave outside the city."

"What are the strengths of the ghosts in the mass grave?" Xu Sanyan raised his head and asked.

The old ghost looked at him and silently looked away.

Although he didn't say a word, Xu Sanyan felt that he was despised.

The next page,

"Night patrol, eight taels of soul per night. Two people in a team, responsible for curfew."

"This..." Xu Sanyan pointed at the booklet and looked at the old ghost.

"Night watch." The old ghost said concisely.

"Can I do it?"

The old ghost didn't answer, but asked, "Are you fast?"

"Not bad."

"Then I can do it."

"So... it's not safe here at night?" Xu Sanyan asked tentatively, he was eager to know more information now.

The old ghost sighed, "There are always some people who don't follow the right path when they are alive, and they still don't follow the right path when they die."

Xu Sanyan narrowed his eyes, "Do you know you are a ghost?"

The old ghost looked at him like a fool, "You have a bad brain?"

"Then you think I am..."

"A human."

"Aren't you surprised?"

"What's strange? People come here every day, I'm used to it, but..."

The old ghost was hesitant to speak, Xu Sanyan asked, "But what?"

"It's the first time I've seen someone as weak as you..."

Xu Sanyan, "?"

Two pieces of information can be extracted from his words. First, the trialists who came here before were at least Soul Refining Realm cultivators.

Second, the old ghost said "people come here every day", but the secret realm is only open once every fifty years, so when these trialists didn't come, the secret realm was likely to be static.

Only when the trial started, they regained consciousness. Every time they saw the trialists, only one day had passed for them, but they didn't know it themselves.

Xu Sanyan sorted out the relationship and flipped through the book. The rest of the jobs were either too dangerous or too few souls. After comparing, only night watch was the most suitable.

So he stopped hesitating and looked up at the old ghost, "I want to try this."

"Okay, go to the government office tonight to report, and come to me to get your wages after dawn tomorrow." The old ghost snatched the book and put it away, no longer paying attention to him.

Xu Sanyan walked to the door and turned back to ask, "Old sir, if I bring people to pretend to be prisoners "voluntarily", then three pounds of souls..."

For the first time, the old ghost smiled on his wrinkled face and stretched out his hand to make a six,

"You six and I four, but I only accept people who come "voluntarily."

He deliberately emphasized the word "voluntary".

"Hehe..."

The old and the young smiled at each other, and Xu Sanyan turned and left.