The God and Buddha are actually me

Late at night, the prefect's mansion.

A crow sounded outside the window.

The prefect Nie Guangxian, who had fallen asleep, opened his eyes instantly. He stood up quietly, glanced at his sleeping wife, and then slowly left the room.

The moon was shining brightly outside, and the people on duty seemed to be suffering from drowsiness, snoring even while standing.

A crow stood quietly on the treetop, staring at Nie Guangxian with its scarlet eyes like a human being, and actually recited human words.

"Preach the decrees of my Lord."

Nie Guangxian immediately knelt down and his expression became extremely respectful.

"On the third day of next month, I want another 300 hearts and 300 human skins. I don't want old people, but children and women are suitable."

As the governor of a city, Nie Guangxian bowed his head and obeyed orders at this moment, saying: "I will obey my Lord's decree!"

Crow said again: "In addition, I want you to investigate a person. This person is wearing a mysterious robe and an evil ghost mask. He has appeared in Luotian County. He seems to have a relationship with the tiger dragon Li Yan."

"Go and investigate to see if this person is from Qintian Prison."

Nie Guangxian kowtowed again: "My subordinates understand and will investigate as soon as possible!"

Crow nodded, looking towards the house with his scarlet eyes.

"You have been living at ease for too long. It seems that your vigilance has become dull. Go and take care of your tail. Don't let my lord down again."

Nie Guangxian was shocked, as if he understood something, and said: "Yes!"

After the crow left, he quietly returned to the house and saw that his wife was still asleep, but her breathing was faintly hurried and her eyelids were twitching slightly.

That's the smell of fear.

Nie Guangxian stared silently for a moment, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

A moment later.

When his subordinates knocked on the door hurriedly, Nie Guangxian, who had always been calm, had a face as dark as water and murderous intent in his eyes.

There was still a trace of blood on his sleeve, and there was a dagger hidden in his sleeve.

"What's the matter? Are you in a panic?"

"Sir, ghost, ghost..."

Nie Guangxian was startled, murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he was about to stab out the dagger in his sleeve.

"So many ghosts have surrounded Qingzhou City. They, they are going to attack the city!"

…

In the sky, Ah Li, with a green face and fangs, holding two bloody machetes, swallowed a crow casually. In a trance, she seemed to hear the crow say something.

Crow talking?

I must have heard wrong.

"Siege the city."

Following Zhang Jiuyang's order, Ah Li's eyes were extremely excited. He took the lead with two swords in hand and descended from the sky to the gate of Qingzhou City.

boom! boom! boom!

Knife after knife, the seemingly tall and solid Qingzhou City Gate trembled violently. Finally, with Ah Li's collision, the gate shattered, and all the soldiers behind it were knocked away.

Qingzhou is located in the hinterland of Daqian. It has not experienced war for a long time. The soldiers are slack and the city gates are in disrepair. It is naturally difficult to resist.

"kill!!!"

All ghosts come out of their cages, and dark clouds cover the sky!

Thousands of fierce ghosts are killing Qingzhou City, surging like a tide in a Qiantang, and the terrifying Yin Qi gathers together like a stormy sea.

This night, all ghosts carnival and evil spirits are rampant.

Wherever he went, the vegetation withered, the fish and shrimps turned white, and the air of death was like black ink, infecting the land of the underworld and the mountains and rivers of the living.

Of course, Zhang Jiuyang's order was to attack the city rather than massacre it.

He didn't really want to wash away Qingzhou City with blood, but he wanted to kill Nie Guangxian openly and publicly.

He wants everyone in the world to know that there is an arrogant, domineering and extremely evil Ninth Heavenly Steward in Huangquan!

As for the people of Qingzhou, he has already made arrangements in advance.

The rampant soldiers under Ali's command were scattered as supervisors. Once these evil ghosts tried to break into people's homes, they would be immediately waiting for them with weapons and they would kill them without mercy.

Even for the soldiers guarding the city, Zhang Jiuyang ordered them to scare them away and stun them.

Of course, in a siege involving tens of thousands of fierce ghosts, there will inevitably be casualties.

Fortunately, the Qingzhou Army's fighting spirit was average. After seeing so many evil ghosts, their morale was greatly disturbed and they did not resist.

If it were the Jizhou Army that had the strongest combat power and was the most fierce, it would probably be a never-ending war.

A group of ghosts carried the coffin and quickly rushed to the prefect's mansion.

On the long street, there are thousands of ghosts, followed closely by the mysterious robed figure sitting on the coffin.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the closed door of the prefect's mansion, his red pupils full of anger, and a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

After a breath.

The gate of the mansion was blown away by Ah Li, and countless ghosts poured into the prefect's mansion like a tide.

Rays of golden light lit up, which turned out to be formations.

They are the monks guarding Nie Guangxian. They come from Qinglong Pavilion in Qintian Prison. They are subordinates of Shentu Prison Marquis and are responsible for protecting Nie Guangxian.

However, at this moment, they looked at the tens of thousands of fierce ghosts, with a trace of despair in their eyes.

Qingzhou City is afraid that it will become a purgatory on earth.

At this time, they saw the man in black robes who was at the top of all ghosts and looked like a ghost king under the moonlit night, and they couldn't help but feel shocked.

With such an imposing manner, could he be a disaster-level evil spirit?

Damn it, wasn't Qingzhou just bloodbathed by that Yue ruthless man? Why did another disaster-level evil spirit appear?

"Master Nie, we have been surrounded. It is estimated that the entire Qingzhou City has fallen..."

"There's no way to escape. This formation won't last long. Let's fight these evil spirits!"

Nie Guangxian's face turned pale as he looked at the army of ghosts outside in shock and confusion.

When he saw Zhang Jiuyang with a ghostly face in black robes, he was even more shocked. Isn't he the person my Lord asked me to investigate?

"Who are you, your Excellency? Why do you want to destroy our Qingzhou City?"

Nie Guangxian tried to communicate.

Zhang Jiuyang raised his eyes slightly, his red pupils were like a burning sea of ​​blood.

"Master Nie, I just want to give you a gift."

Zhang Jiuyang responded in ventriloquism, his voice thick and deep, powerful and vigorous, sounding like muffled thunder from all directions.

Even the angry ghost army around them suddenly became quieter.

Able to communicate!

Nie Guangxian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What gift?"

Zhang Jiuyang pointed to the coffin he was sitting on and said calmly: "Send the coffin."

Nie Guangxian's eyelids twitched and he said: "I have no enmity with you, why do you have to kill me?"

"Because you are a good official."

The Xuanpao man's words made Nie Guangxian's face stiffen.

He never thought that one day he would be attacked by evil spirits because of his pretended reputation.

However, the words that made him collapse even more came out.

"I am the ninth Heavenly Stem of Huangquan. I will lend you, this good official's head, as a gift to the mountain, especially the Master Laoba Painted Skin..."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and his voice was gloomy.

"Laoba Aipi, he will definitely like your face."

In an instant, Nie Guangxian felt as if he had been struck by lightning and was almost turned to stone.

This man in black robe is actually the ninth Heavenly Stem of Underworld, a terrifying existence alongside my lord?

No wonder he has the terrifying magical power to control all ghosts!

Before, my Lord asked him to check whether the man in Xuanpao was from Qintian Prison. Now Nie Guangxian can be sure that the other party is definitely not from Qintian Prison!

This kind of contempt for everything and wanton and arrogant behavior is definitely not something people from Qintian Prison can do!

He was the prefect of a state, but the Ninth Heavenly Steward didn't care about the revenge after the Great Steward, and arrogantly attacked the city and captured the territory.

Not to mention that Qin Tianjian couldn't do such an extremely arrogant act, only Tianzun in the underworld could bravely break through the Jizhou Duke's Mansion.

The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple...

Nie Guangxian glanced at the Qintian Supervisor monk next to him and was hesitating whether to tell his true identity.

At this moment, as the evil ghosts scrambled to attack, the formation that shimmered with golden light finally broke.

Several monks from Qintian Prison were surrounded by ghosts. After struggling for a while, they were knocked unconscious.

Nie Guangxian thought they were all dead, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Actually, you misunderstood, I am..."

Before he could finish his words, the ghosts had already swarmed up and grabbed his limbs.

“I’m a painting—woo!!!”

A fierce ghost had already pulled out his tongue, then put it in his mouth and chewed it, laughing with enjoyment.

Other ghosts also rushed forward, disembowelled him, and prepared to dig out the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

Nie Guangxian's eyes widened, filled with unwillingness.

Why, why can't you give me a chance to finish what you said?

At this moment, the black-robed and ghost-faced Ninth Heaven Gan finally stepped down from the coffin. The green-faced monster with fangs like a demon god guarded him with a knife. Countless ghosts lowered their heads and made way for him in the moonlight.

Zhang Jiuyang walked up to Nie Guangxian, knelt down and whispered something in his ear.

"The men I killed were the men of the Painted Skin Master."

In an instant, Nie Guangxian seemed to understand something and stared at Zhang Jiuyang, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.

"Don't worry, your godly master..."

"I will die worse than you."

"because……"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, his red pupils were like blazing flames, trying to burn all the filth and filth in the world to ashes.

He stretched out his hand to hold the dirty heart, squeezed it gently, and let the blood splatter all over.

"I am from Qintian Prison."

Nie Guangxian's seven orifices were bleeding, and the light in his eyes was completely dimmed.

Zhang Jiuyang once again activated his ghost-eating magical power.

This is a big fish, and he may be able to discover many secrets.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, he saw the memory of this ‘Nie Guangxian’.

As he expected, Nie Guangxian was an imposter. The real Nie Guangxian had been skinned twenty years ago on the night of the imperial examination high school.

The painting master made Nie Guangxian's face into a mask and asked Nie Guangxian's younger brother Nie Guangfeng to wear it, taking over his brother's identity.

Although these two are brothers, they have completely different destinies.

Brother Nie Guangxian is talented and handsome. He has been a child prodigy since he was a child. Later, he went to high school and married a girl from a wealthy local family. He was a famous beauty and had unlimited glory.

But his younger brother Nie Guangfeng was born as a concubine, and because of his ugly appearance and stupidity, he had been neglected since he was a child. Even the servants in the house secretly looked down on him.

He was jealous of his brother to the point of a deep hatred.

The Painted Skin Master was attracted by his hatred and gave him his brother's life.

Over the years, he appeared to be an upright and selfless good official, but in fact he was helping the painting owner to do all kinds of dirty things.

A certain amount of human skin and hearts must be donated every month.

For this reason, he secretly cultivated a large number of confidants, scattered throughout Qingzhou, either as human beings, gangs, or mountain bandits.

Over the years, he himself did not know how many people he had killed.

I just remembered that my subordinates had reported that the canyon where the bodies were buried had been filled in, and hair and shoes were piled everywhere in the mine.

Several times the imperial court sent people to investigate, but he always pretended to suppress the bandits, and then used gold and silver beauties to corrupt the imperial envoys investigating the case, but there was no danger.

He didn't feel like he had done anything wrong.

He deeply hates and loathes this world.

Even sometimes when he saw his brother Nie Guangxian's face in the bronze mirror, he couldn't help but want to cut it into pieces.

As for what he looks like, he seems to have no memory.

…

Zhang Jiuyang slowly opened his eyes, the murderous aura condensed in his red pupils, boiling with murderous intent.

"Ah Li, take the rampant soldiers and fierce ghosts and search Qingzhou City for me and dig out all the rats hiding in the ditches..."

His voice was very cold.

"Before dawn, let's clean Qingzhou City with the blood of those who helped the evildoers."

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