I, the Judge of the Underworld, Will Determine Life and Death with a Piece of Paper!

　　Zhang Changsheng was rebellious in his heart, and he liked the expressions of fear in others the most.

　　At this time, he saw Tang Changfeng collapsed to the ground, with no masters.

　　He was proud of his heart and couldn't help but smile.

　　"Because you have the blood of the Tang family on you!"

　　"I want to borrow you a bowl of blood to use!"

　　Tang Changfeng was stunned: "Just borrow a bowl of blood? Don't you want my life?"

　　Zhang Changsheng said, "You are average in character, and your bloodline is not precious. How much is your life worth?"

　　"It's just that there are two big ghosts in the mountain, one of them is your ancestor of the Tang family, and he protects the Tang family in your tomb mountain village. Therefore, if the big ghost I invited wants to enter the village and kill Wang Yifan, he has to cover it up with your blood. Don't get his attention."

　　Tang Changfeng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this.

　　My Tang family ancestor?

　　Could it be the tomb of Tang Tianbao who passed by early in the morning?

　　However, before Tang Changfeng could react.

　　He felt dizzy in his brain.

　　A double eyelid, as if pulling the iron gate, could not help but want to fall asleep.

　　Tang Changfeng was startled, pointed to the house and shouted.

　　"This fragrance has..."

　　Before he could finish the sentence "There is a problem with the fragrance" in his mouth, he felt his eyes go black and he fainted.

　　Looking at Tang Changfeng lying on the ground.

　　Zhang Changsheng laughed.

　　"You sleep under this porch for a long time, and when I write the letter, then go down the mountain and prepare the five animals and three animals."

　　"Tonight, I'll take you to meet the world!"

　　Saying that, Zhang Changsheng raised his hands on his back and walked leisurely down the mountain.

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　　It is different from the gloomy atmosphere on the mountain.

　　At this time in the tomb mountain village.

　　It was a happy and peaceful atmosphere.

　　"Yifan, this ginseng chicken soup is too fresh!"

　　"Yes, Brother Wang, after drinking this ginseng soup, I stopped coughing immediately, old man!"

　　Tang Jixiong and the third uncle of the Tang family were each holding an empty bowl at this time.

　　Greedily looked at the pot of ginseng soup in the yard.

　　Just two people drank a bowl each.

　　It just feels warm all over.

　　The original symptoms of cough and dry cough disappeared in an instant.

　　The third uncle of the Tang family sighed for a while: "Our tomb mountain village is really outstanding, and the old ginseng on the mountain has such medicinal effects."

　　"I'll call the others to come over and drink some ginseng soup to dispel the cold."

　　As he said that, he ran out of the small courtyard in a flash, and the whole person seemed to be several years younger.

　　Watching the third uncle leave, Tang Jixiong finally couldn't help asking.

　　"Wang Shenxian, this ginseng..."

　　Tang Jixiong is not an old man like the third uncle who lives in the mountains.

　　He can do hundreds of millions of assets, and his IQ and EQ are far higher than ordinary people.

　　When he just took the wild ginseng from the mountain, he thought that he also had two in his house, so he might as well take it out and stew it together.

　　But after searching for a long time, I couldn't find it.

　　At that time doubts arose in his mind.

　　Then I took out my phone and quickly searched.

　　Sure enough, wild ginseng is a specialty of Changbai Mountain, not to mention Tomb Mountain, that is, there is no wild ginseng in the entire Jiangnan Province.

　　So, he pretended to be okay and went downstairs.

　　Pick up the two freshly dug wild ginseng and examine them carefully.

　　He looked more and more wrong.

　　Because the two wild ginsengs are exactly the same as the ones he bought!

　　The only difference is.

　　Bought my own dried ginseng.

　　And this plant in my hand is a fresh ginseng that can no longer be fresh.

　　Tang Jixiong looked to the left and right, making sure there was no one around, so he stammered and asked.

　　"I said Wang Shenxian, this ginseng... how did it fly from my house to the mountain... How did it change from dry ginseng to fresh ginseng?"

　　Tang Jixiong was simply puzzled.

　　And Wang Yifan smiled slightly.

　　This mountain ginseng has a general effect, but what really works is the mountain spirit spit out by Li Xunda, the mountain god of the tomb mountain.

　　It would not be too much to say that it was an immortal spirit.

　　However, Wang Yifan knew that such words could not be said.

　　He smiled slightly.

　　"Brother Tang, if you don't understand some things, don't think about them anymore."

　　The things of the gods are unspoken.

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　　(PS: During the new book period, all kinds of tickets are urgently needed, asking for flowers! Ask for rewards! Ask for evaluation tickets!)

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Chapter 63

　　The sky was getting dark, and the fog on the mountain was rising.

　　Wang Yifan went back to the room alone and locked the door.

　　Listening to the whistling of the bamboo forest in the mountains, Wang Yifan said in his heart, "I don't know if Li Xunda and Tang Tianbao have finished registering all the yin soldiers on this day."

　　Saying that, he raised his toes and gently touched the ground.

　　"Li Xunda, the god of the tomb mountain, and the criminal named Tang Tianbao! Come and see me as ordered!"

　　with this sentence.

　　A bright light gushed out from under Wang Yifan's feet, rippling like a wave.

　　Two seconds passed.

　　A thick fog rose between the sky and the earth.

　　It seems to be a haze that sets off the surroundings.

　　Wang Yifan felt that his soul was gradually rising, rising into this mist.

　　Then, he saw more than ten figures leisurely from far to near.

　　It floated in front of him like a cloud.

　　Headed by Tang Tianbao, more than ten people bowed down in front of him.

　　"Last General Tang Tianbao, meet the lord!"

　　At this time, he looked at Tang Tianbao who was kneeling on one knee.

　　Wang Yifan couldn't help showing a smug smile in his heart.

　　Tang Tianbao is a white-faced, beardless, eight-zhang tall, broad-faced and heavy-faced man, and he has three layers of armor on his body!

　　Coupled with the group of sturdy pale black horses behind him, it looks majestic and suffocating.

　　And behind him also worshipped ten black armored ghost soldiers who were like iron towers.

　　These ghost soldiers all have big arms and round waists, and most of the weapons in their hands are gourds and heavy armor-piercing weapons such as mace.

　　Looking at the group of ghost soldiers, Wang Yifan nodded in satisfaction.

　　'These ghost soldiers should be the elites carefully selected by Tang Tianbao, and they look more majestic than ordinary ghost soldiers! '

　　Wang Yifan's words couldn't help slowing down.

　　"Tang Tianbao, are these the ten ghost soldiers you picked?"

　　Although Wang Yifan's voice was soft, his expression was like an iron-faced judge in the eyes of everyone.

　　Tang Tianbao raised his head and glanced at Wang Yifan, immediately frightened by his stern face, he lowered his head and said.

　　"Reporting to the lord, these ten ghost soldiers were carefully selected from more than a thousand ghost soldiers."

　　"Everyone is one to ten, loyal!"

　　Wang Yifan nodded and glanced back and forth on the ghost pawn's face.

　　Then, he frowned and shouted in a low voice.

　　"Tang Tianbao, I remember Tang Xuan, the ghost soldier who led the way for me that day. The ghost qi condenses like a substance, and his alertness is also at the forefront!"