I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 1
There are deep valleys, steep mountains and steep mountains.

The night is getting darker, the sun is setting, there are five-color altars on the mountains, and the green candles are flickering.

The figures in front of the altar swayed, moved and jumped, and the sound of music was distant.

Behind the altar is the abyss. Dozens of black shadows wriggling and screaming on the cliff, with horns on their heads and green eyes, are actually the snakes that dive in the bottom of the abyss.

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The table is independent on the mountain, and the cloud is rong and below.

The night is dark, the day is dark, the east wind is blowing, and the gods are raining. "

The wormwood was burned, and the green smoke curled up, flying to the sky with the eulogy, and came to the place where the gods, witches and ghosts were.

The priests are dressed in strange clothes, with red clothes, white triangular hats, and copper rings on their right hands, and they dance and jingle.

What's even more peculiar is that their faces are indigo, like hell ghosts.

Surrounded by void, woods, and underwater ghosts.

Yes, this is a ghost.

A man in the woods looked at everything in front of him.

This man was dressed as a scholar, his face was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his appearance could be considered handsome. His translucent body and blue-gray face all showed that this man was also a ghost, or a ghost that could not condense into a solid body.

The surrounding ghost fog is filled, and the mountain wind blows, and the ghost shadow slowly moves forward along the green fog.

Under the pale moonlight, this place looks like a ghost.

Compared to the ghost wriggling forward, the scholar took half a step back.

The scholar's name is Tang Ping, he was originally a person from another world, and he died because of the war on the first day he didn't want to wear it.

After death, he came to this underworld and became an evil spirit wandering the underworld.

A hundred miles around is ruled by a guy named Tang Shen, and now "盩礼 (yu, li)" is being held, which means sacrificial activities held in spring.

Those who are in charge of organizing the ceremony are called "Witches (Nianxi)", the witches and men are responsible for organizing the ceremony.

The smoke of burning wormwood flew into the sky.

Tang Ping felt that it was still not safe enough. After confirming the location, he bypassed and entered the dense forest on the other side, and continued to walk in the dark and dark forest. Fortunately, ghosts are not afraid of the dark and can see things at night.

Stepping on the dead leaves, the leaves made a crunching sound. (This is the underworld, ghosts live in the underworld, just like mortals in the underworld)

After a long time, the front suddenly opened up, and there were no more weeds and trees around.

A big banyan tree came into view.

The shade of the trees is like a cover, covering half a mile in black, the beards of the trees are like a forest, hanging down faintly, the trunks are knotted, and they are as black as iron.

Looking carefully, it is covered with strange red blood vines, about the thickness of a thumb, and there are faint green ghost-like lines on the blood vines.

There are a dozen wooden houses scattered under the shade of trees.

The thatch is the roof, and the whiskers are the bones.

Tang Ping's wooden house is on the southwest side of the tree shade, relatively remote, about [-] square meters.

The wooden door can only be said to block the eyes a little, and the gap is so big that a fist can stick in.

Fortunately, it was relatively quiet, at the edge of the shade, the nearest wooden house was twenty feet away.

Through the gap in the wooden house, look at the scene several miles away.

Fortunately, it was a ghost, and the night did not affect the sight.

On the cliffs of the black abyss, the carols are endless.

boom!
Suddenly, a pitch-black crack opened in the sky, and the green light shone everywhere.

A piece of dark brown tortoise shell that had been burned by the flames fell down.

The tortoise shell emits black light, and the black light forms huge characters.

Tang Pingyun looked over with extreme eyesight and carefully identified the approximate characters.

The predecessor was a scholar-bureaucrat of the state of Jing, so he naturally knew some words. The tortoise shell roughly said that the doctor Zuo Shiqing worshiped ghosts and gods, and offered 150 cattle, pigs and sheep, some melons and fruits, and some wine, ten boys and girls each.

Whoa!
The tortoise shell above fell from the sky.

Like a bait falling into the water to attract a group of fish, the darkness in all directions is full of ghostly spirits.

Roar!
The abyssal python was furious, riding the wind and rain into the air, with black and green scales and claws like eagles, it rushed forward to share the food of cattle, sheep, pigs, boys and girls, and the remaining internal organs and skeletons continued to fall.

Next, a group of blue-skinned and red-skinned evil spirits with a height of one foot and horns on their heads flew out from the jungle and underwater, and the fire clouds under their feet devoured the remaining skeletons.

"Woooooo!"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The remaining evil spirits were surrounded by black clouds, like tadpoles with black tails in the sky, eating the remaining blood and wormwood smoke.

Countless evil spirits passed by in the sky, and the cold wind penetrated into the wooden house and blew past, causing some pain in the soul and body.

Tang Ping behind the wooden door couldn't help curling up, as if this would bring a sense of security.

Tang Ping was the only person in the wooden house under the banyan tree, and most of the rest went to join in the excitement of the sacrifice. He did not follow the crowd to grab these things.

These things are not ordinary food, but sacrifices with special energy, and his soul is full of desire for this thing.

The more so, the more unwilling Tang Ping was to take risks.

It has been more than three months since I came to this world, and I do not know why I wake up, and I do not know why there is a wooden house.

Perhaps the ghost's memory is just that messed up.

After Tang Ping searched for a long time but failed to find the so-called golden finger, he also became cautious in his heart.

This is a land with no rules.

Ghosts and gods, witches, ghost commanders, and monsters rule this land of the underworld.

The nameless ghosts are the lowest existences in the Netherland, and any ghost can kill them.

boom!
At this time, the world dropped the last thing.

It was a piece of goose egg yellow jade.

The jade disc emitted yellow light, and mysterious runes faintly appeared in the void.

boom!
The earth broke open, and stretched out a ten-foot-long bronze giant hand, covered with mottled copper rust, wrapped around the green demon fire, grabbed the jade bi, and then quickly retracted to the ground.

The green fire swept across a radius of hundreds of feet with the smell of sulfur. Just now, the lonely ghosts and ghost soldiers and ghosts will spread to a small half. The flames burned their souls and bodies, and then exploded.

The bronze hand then disappeared, the sacrifice was over, the witches disappeared, and the remaining demons and ghosts began to kill each other.

The ghosts or ghosts hold magical swords, or spit yin fire, turn into black skulls, summon paper dolls, yin wind, and corpses to fight.

Under the dark, gray sky, there are shining magic auras everywhere, as well as the howling and fighting of ghosts.

Blood, horror, cruelty, and the evil of human nature are infinitely magnified.

All ghosts want to get a chance, and they all want to kill others to climb up.

"Fortunately, I have the foresight." Tang Ping said fortunately.

A ghost like him can't fly, can't escape the ground, and can only run with his feet. At first glance, he looks like cannon fodder in a movie that won't survive two episodes.It's a bit risky to fight with those ghosts who can spell, and take your own ghost's life to try your luck.

pat...

Suddenly, a black light fell outside the house.

"Huh?" Tang Ping's eyes narrowed, and he looked down.

It was a piece of bone that was smoking black smoke.

The bone is pale, it is a thigh bone, and the bone is engraved with black script.

Tang Ping quietly pushed open the door and looked left and right. There was no one around the woods. They all rushed to grab things, and he was the only one under the banyan tree.

The bone may be the remains of a ghost killed by the flames.

Looks like something good.

Tang Ping didn't care to read the words on it, pushed open the wooden door, picked up his thigh bone and went back into the house.

The translucent gray-green body leaned against the door, and the soul flickered.

"Huh, it's so dangerous, no ghosts should see it, right?"

Although Tang Ping is Buddhist, it doesn't mean he's bad.

No one wants to be a ghost with no fixed place for a lifetime.

It would be great if he could be stronger and have the capital to settle down in this dangerous Netherland.

This thigh bone is an opportunity.

Is there any reason not to accept the opportunity given by God?
After a short rest, Tang Ping stood up again, looked around, reconfirmed that there was no one around, and then observed the thigh bone in his hand.

The leg bones are slightly larger than normal.

Tang Ping carefully stroked the cold and smooth bone surface, feeling the touch from his fingertips.

Ordinary ghosts don't have such high-level things as bones, and they usually die in place.

It looks like it was left by a relatively advanced ghost.

At this time, a colder touch came from the fingertips, as if to freeze the fingers.

Tang Ping looked down.

A wisp of pitch-black yin energy emanated from the bones, which was slowly being absorbed by him at this moment.

boom!
At this time, there was a loud noise in his mind, and his eyes burst into blue light.

The two blue lights split into countless strands of blue threads, swimming in the sky like tadpoles, and immediately formed a square blue stone slab.

One and a half feet long and one and a half feet wide.

There are double Baoteng and auspicious flower patterns engraved on the upper, lower, left, and right sides, and the characters in the middle are arranged vertically from right to left.

Underground owner: Tang Ping
Type: ghost, metamorphosis

Realm: The Underground Master has not been opened (a total of three levels), Ghost.

Lifespan: 12 years.

Dark Deed: None (not enabled)
Supernatural powers: gathering Yin (0/100) ghost fire (0/100)
(End of this chapter)