I stack buffs in a weird world!

The ghost's face changed, and then she smiled, "Sir, come on then..."

Although her skills were not high, she could see that the man had three fires on his shoulders and head, and was not fascinated by her at all.

So she decided to play along!

"Come on, who's afraid of who? Whoever leaves today is a dog!"

Zhang Yang smiled mysteriously and glanced at the ghost.

The ghost smiled charmingly and hugged Zhang Yang.

"Bang~"

Before her whole body touched Zhang Yang, she was nailed to the wall by a huge force.

"You..."

The ghost looked at Zhang Yang angrily.

She was wearing a thin gauze, and her key parts were looming. Don't men like this?

"You don't know what's good for you. I wanted you to be my servant. Now it seems that there is no need."

"Hehe..."

Zhang Yang chuckled. Even Bai Suzhen didn't dare to say such a big thing.

"Looking for death!"

Seeing the contempt in Zhang Yang's eyes, the female ghost was furious, her hands turned into sharp claws and grabbed directly at his heart.

Zhang Yang shook his head and exhaled.

"Hu..."

A trace of demonic energy swept across the female ghost, directly cutting the female ghost's body like a knife.

"Bang~"

The female ghost fell to the ground miserably, her hands and feet were broken at the root, and her body was covered with wounds.

Gray ghost energy continued to overflow from the wound.

"Seeing that you are quite pretty, I took it seriously when I played with you?"

Zhang Yang shook his head. This world suppressed him a lot. If he was in Wuyang Realm, he would have scared the female ghost away with just his momentum.

The female ghost lay on the ground powerlessly, and her body was obviously not going to last much longer.

Staring at Zhang Yang with a face full of resentment, "Just wait, the underworld will avenge me."

"The underworld? Haha... um? Dead?"

Zhang Yang wanted to continue asking, but the female ghost couldn't hold on and died.

"Forget it, wait for another predestined ghost!"

He shook his head and lay back on the bed waiting.

But he didn't expect that until dawn, he didn't see any ghosts coming again, which made him very disappointed.

"Sir? Sir?"

The waiter's voice sounded outside the door, followed by the sound of the door opening.

Seeing Zhang Yang wiping his face with a towel, he was relieved, "Sir, I heard some noise in your room last night from the next room.

Are you... okay?"

Zhang Yang casually put the towel aside, "Nothing, I slept till dawn!"

"Nothing is good, nothing is good!"

The waiter was relieved, "Do you want to go downstairs to eat, or should I bring it to you?"

"I'll go downstairs to eat by myself, it's more lively with more people."

Zhang Yang nodded, stepped over the threshold and walked downstairs.

The waiter quickly made way, and after Zhang Yang left, he poked his head into the house.

When he saw the window was wide open, he looked at Zhang Yang who was going downstairs with a shocked face, and muttered softly: "It seems... he is a capable person."

There were many people eating breakfast downstairs, and the sound of talking and laughing was very loud.

Zhang Yang smiled and found an empty table to sit down. This scene was different from Wuyangjie, but it was somewhat similar to the ancient times in his hometown.

However, with his perception, he could sense that these people were more or less carrying some ghost spirit.

You know, it was broad daylight, and the sun was high in the sky. It was strange that the ghost spirit could not be dispelled.

"Have you paid the head tax?"

"Yes, who dares not to pay it?"

"Alas... It's getting more and more frequent!"

"It's just... My old bones can't even pay the head tax three times."

"Alas... Head tax, head tax, a tax on people"

"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down. If those soldiers hear it, you'll be finished..."

"..."

The discussion was endless, making Zhang Yang curious?

"Sir, your breakfast!"

The waiter came with buns, porridge, and a few small pickles.

"Enjoy your meal..."

"Waiter, please go, I have something to ask!"

Zhang Yang stopped the waiter who was about to leave.

The waiter was not annoyed. Thinking that the guest yesterday came to visit relatives, he said, "Are you here to inquire about someone?

You can ask, there is no one in Suzhou and Hangzhou that I don't know..."

Zhang Yang pointed at the people eating and whispered, "What is the head tax they are talking about?"

Hearing Zhang Yang's question, the waiter looked at Zhang Yang strangely, "Oh, guest, you don't know the head tax?

Yes, seeing that your family background must be extraordinary, you don't have to pay the head tax.

Alas... I will tell you slowly..."

Zhang Yang frowned slightly at the waiter's explanation.

In this world, the main one is the underworld.

The underworld in this world is not underground, but has become a royal court-like existence.

The ghosts have become the violent force that manages the worldTools, if you want to live here, you must pay taxes to the underworld.

This tax is the head tax, the head of the head...

After listening to the waiter's introduction, Zhang Yang smacked his lips and whispered: "What kind of a hell is this world!"

"How much silver do I have to pay for this head tax?"

"Silver? The head tax is not to pay silver, it is... to pay for the life of the living!"

The waiter shook his head and turned away.

"Life of the living!"

Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes.

I thought this world was the world of the Green Snake or the world of the Legend of the New White Snake.

It turned out to be such a bizarre world, which is absurd.

Forget it, after breakfast, I will go out to inquire about the whereabouts of Fahai and Bai Suzhen.

......

Jinshan Temple, a few hundred miles away from Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Fahai touched his shiny forehead and sighed, "Damn it, how did I travel to such a world."

If it was an ordinary world, it would be fine, but in this world, Buddhism is not popular and ghosts are rampant.

He is still a Buddhist disciple with a good foundation, and no one will accept him if he wants to go to the underworld.

It's uncomfortable, it's really too uncomfortable.

If it weren't for the Wanjie Chat Room, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on.

"Fahai, come out, come out quickly!"

Outside Jinshan Temple, a team of ghost soldiers stood outside the door, but they didn't dare to rush in.

"Abbot, Abbot. Those damn soldiers are here again..."

A monk in a yellow monk's robe hurried over.

Fahai sighed, got up and walked out of Jinshan Temple.

Seeing that Fahai really came out, the group of ghost soldiers took a few steps back, "Fahai, our superior asked me to come here to collect the head tax."

Fahai's face was gloomy, "Get lost! If you want the head tax of my Jinshan Temple, let that ghost snake come in person!"

Fahai snorted coldly, and a golden light emanated from his body, which stimulated the group of ghost soldiers to grin.

"Good Fahai, you wait..."

A team of ghost soldiers fled in embarrassment.

Fahai looked at the backs of the ghost soldiers gloomily. He had lost the demon-subduing bowl, and the ghost snake seemed to have noticed it.

He had to send people to test it every once in a while. If he did it a few more times, he would be sure that the demon-subduing bowl was no longer in his hands.

'Fuck, damn white kidney! '

If I hadn't lost the demon-subduing bowl, I wouldn't have ended up like this.

Originally, I wanted to get a white dragon skin to make a robe to fight against the ghost snake, but now I have lost both the lady and the army.

"My golden bowl..." Fahai looked angry.

"Hmm... not right..."

Fahai subconsciously sensed the demon-subduing bowl, and actually faintly sensed its existence.

He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Suhang...