I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 15 Zhang's Son, Ancient Immortal Featherman

To the west, go to Qishan Zhouyuan Motorcade.

The old man looked at the suffering clansmen, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

"Jian Shang, Jian Shang..."

It's easy to say, but easier said than done.

There are eight pillars of Kyushu in the land, the emperor of the earth is passed down to the emperor, and the descendants of the emperor have been handed down for 600 years.

As the descendant of the Queen, the Dayi Merchants have been handed down for more than ten thousand years, and the kings have inherited the blood of the Emperor from generation to generation. The fierce flames are fierce. The Dayi Merchants have been in the middle of the earth for many years, and the dynasty is like an iron bucket.

If you want to conquer Shang, you need to defeat the six hundred vassal states that defend the royal family all around.

This move is as difficult as climbing the sky.

Forewarned is forearmed, without prejudging the waste.

The old man secretly swears, no matter how many generations, whoever destroys the merchants will be my descendants!
Let's talk about the other end.

After the little frog got used to it, he carefully opened his eyes.

"Go, go over there."

Tang Ping pointed to a small village not far away.

This direction is also the direction that Heimu Ghost and his party are going.

The annual ghost gate is not as simple as just eating tributes.

It is also necessary to collect resources in the world, burn, kill and loot in other places, and fight other forces.

He doesn't eat blood. If someone in the village places a tribute, it would be best to burn the wormwood.

Although it is not as good as the official sacrifice, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

Although this world is a feudal system, maybe it has extraordinary power, and its productivity is not low at all.

Soon, Tang Ping arrived at the village at the foot of the mountain.

……

Cold wind.

A barefoot little boy hid under the eaves, shivering, gnawing dry and hard bran cakes.

The child's name is Zhang Qi, and he is a horse-breeding servant of a noble family with the surname Zhang.

In terms of blood relationship, he is still in the direct line of the Zhang family. After his father died, the uncle of the second room inherited the position of head of the family.

Then came the hard times for him and his sister.

In order not to let his sister suffer, he can only work hard.

At this time, there were bursts of noise outside the stable.

Listening carefully, it turned out to be the voices of the Patriarch and several clan elders.

"This year, Zuo Qing ordered that boys and girls should be descendants of nobles. This year it's our family's turn. Has the little girl been sent?"

"The sacrificial offering has been enjoyed by the Tang God, Zuo Qing is very satisfied."

There are three cities in the Sanjing area, Fengyuan, Longpo, and Zuoyi, all of which are the fiefdoms of the Zuo family, the Zhongqing doctor of the state of Jing. The Zuo family has the title of baron, and the Zhang family is Zuo Qing's retainer.

"Block the news, don't let his brother know."

"It's just a horse boy, so what can I do if I know it?"

Hearing this news, Zhang Qiru was struck by lightning.

Isn't that just talking about yourself?
My sister was sacrificed by them?

Didn't you say that if you work hard, you can let your sister live a normal life?
Zhang Qi felt extremely sad and indignant.

Click!

He accidentally made a movement, allowing everyone to see Zhang Qi curled up in a corner.

"catch him!"

The Patriarch of the Zhang family made a decisive decision and immediately ordered the subordinates beside him.

"drive!"

Zhang Qi got on his horse, and the horse jumped out of the stable.

Rush open to flee into the side racecourse.

"Stop! Come back!"

The warriors of the Zhang family hurriedly chased after him, and some archers shot through his back with an arrow.

Just when everyone thought that Zhang Qi was about to fall.

He cast a bitter glance at the Zhang family, and then leaped into the forest.

Now the warriors of the Zhang family dare not chase after them.

Usually I can still go forward to chase, but now is the day when the gate of hell is wide open, if I rush in rashly, I'm afraid I won't know how I will die.

"Patriarch, don't worry, this son will not survive. There are many ghosts and gods in the forest, and blood can attract ghosts and gods."

Zhang Qi lay on the horse's back, his consciousness gradually blurred.

The surrounding area was filled with fog, and the way forward could not be seen clearly.

Vitality slowly passed.

At this time, he saw a figure in front of him.

This person was dressed in a black robe, with a majestic appearance, his face was like a ghost, with black and white lines like water waves.

Yin Qi surrounds its body, and wherever it goes, vegetation is in full bloom.

"I am the Marquis of Maoting in Youdu, an underground ghost!"

The voice was majestic, like Hong Zhong Dalu, and the majestic Yin Qi awakened Zhang Qi instantly.

god!
This is God!
Despite the vicissitudes of time, Zhang Qi still has a deep memory of what happened tonight.

"Greetings to God!"

God is an honorific title, and Hou is a title.

"Get up!" Tang Ping nodded slightly.

God?

It's a pity he doesn't have an iron guts.

…………

Such and such, such and such.

"The eldest son of the Zhang family... this god can help you avenge, but if you win the position of the Zhang family in the future, you will definitely worship this god for generations to come."

"worship……"

Zhang Qi hesitated.

Do you want to learn from Erfang and do some things that seek money and murder?

If revenge is to become the next second wife, then what's the point of all this?
"Hmph, this seat is the righteous god of heaven and earth. All I need is incense, fire, moxa, wine, three animals to offer, and no blood to eat."

"The Righteous God of Heaven and Earth..." Zhang Qi plopped down on his knees, with firm eyes and a pious heart, "I, Zhang Qi, swear to the Emperor and Empress Dowager, in the name of my ancestors and descendants, that I will worship the Righteous God of Heaven and Earth, Marquis Maoting, forever. , Destroy the earth!"

puff!
Zhang Qi pulled out the arrow behind his back, and blood flowed profusely immediately.

"Witness with blood!"

He gradually became weaker, and he stood up on his own, not letting himself fall down.

Tang Ping conjured up a pair of slow medicine, which was a kind of mud, and applied it to the wound.

Zhang Qi's complexion improved a lot. Seeing the ability of the gods to create something out of nothing, he felt even more in awe.

Looking at this child, Tang Ping thought to himself that it would be as difficult as reaching the sky for ordinary people in this era to become talented.

No matter how capable the common people were, they were still common people, and the nobles who were down and out like beggars raised their arms and gathered followers.

The Shiqing Shilu system is not an aristocrat, and they don't even have the qualifications to speak.

This person is a disciple of the gentry and the eldest son, so he has the natural legitimacy of inheritance.

If you help him seize the family, then you can be regarded as someone who supports you in Yangjian.

After Zhang Qi recovered from his injuries, he was waiting for the gods to help him regain his family.

Tang Ping said: "I will teach you how to hunt, and make a living by yourself. I will wait here next year."

Looking at Zhang Qi's astonished expression, Tang Ping said: "Those who achieve great things must remember one thing, rely on their own efforts, and be patient."

"Yes."

Zhang Qi remembered it deeply.

Later, Tang Ping taught him the methods of hunting and farming.

"You can't do it alone to achieve great things. There are many landless savages in the mountains and fields. Don't look down on them. They are human beings. Deal with them. Go ahead."

Tang Ping conjured up a knife and a pair of armor and handed them over to this person.

The items in the underworld can also be used by people in the underworld. If you guessed correctly, it should be something that was originally sacrificed to the underworld.

Although the underworld is underground, it is a different dimension. It is impossible to simply dig a pit and bury things to the underworld, and sacrifices are required.

Zhang Qi obeyed the god who saved his life.

After this person left, the serious frog on Tang Ping's shoulder finally succeeded.

"Quack." The frog didn't understand.

"Be patient, test this person's character, go, and find trouble."

boom!
The voice just fell.

There was an explosion in the distance.

I saw streaks of colorful clouds fighting against the eerie ghost energy.

"Haha, Tang God is getting old, that's all."

There is a colorful ribbon in the sky, winding and twisting, faintly in the shape of a dragon.

Like a cloud, but also like a real dragon.

At the "dragon head" is a ganoderma-shaped white cloud with a person sitting on it.

There are white hairs on the abdomen, a pair of gray-white wings growing on the back, and a white crane feather coat, which looks strange.

There is the same Yuren behind him.

These feathered people were killed by ghosts and gods in the air, and their blood spilled all over the sky.

The leader Yuren laughed wildly.

"Kill my tribe, destroy my mountain, Tang God! Today, this immortal came to seek revenge on you!"

boom!
The two sides fought hard.

The ghost generals also stepped forward to help.

"Is this the forces of the yang world? Feather people? Ancient immortals?"

It is very strange.

Mortal village.

There is an altar at the entrance of the village.

The smoke from the burning wormwood spread in all directions, and the white banners fluttered in the wind.

The mist filled the air, and ghosts appeared in the mist.

Four snow-white paper figurines with blush on their faces were carrying a bamboo frame, and on the stretcher was a ghost also covered in snow.

White paper strips for hair, rouge on both cheeks, an old man with heavy makeup, looks very disgusting.

Unlike the hollow paper man, he seems to be covered with paper.

Whoa!
The paper craftsman flew up lightly and landed in front of the altar.

As soon as he inhaled through his nose, the green moxa smoke was inhaled into his body, and at the same time he ate, drinking and three animals.

"Why is there no one alive?"

It seems that he doesn't take himself seriously.

The papermaker's eyes were cold, and it seemed that he could only go to the village to get it.

At this time, the sky battle started.

As the subordinate of Heimu Gui, the paper craftsman had no choice but to stop and wanted to go there himself.

Immediately set off and head to the battle location.

The mist dissipated.

When passing by the water's edge, a golden light caught his attention.

It was a frog with a lotus leaf on its head, and the lotus leaf gave off a golden light. It looked like a different species.

"Good baby!"

The papermaker throws a piece of paper.

The paper turned into an arrow and shot towards the frog.

boom!
The frog suddenly jumped up, dodged the arrows, and looked at the ghosts with golden eyes mockingly in the air.

"Humph!"

When the frog fell down, he threw paper knives and paper arrows in succession...

Unexpectedly, the frog threw out the lotus leaf hat, stepped on the lotus leaf hat with its hind legs, jumped extremely high in the air, and avoided another attack.

The hat returned, stepped on again, and fled into the forest.

"Quack quack..." seemed to be the frog's mockery.

"Chase!"

This kind of strange beast is too rare, no matter what its origin is, let's take it first.

(End of this chapter)