I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 18 Zuo's disciple, Banyan God of the Underworld (for further reading)

In the silent night, the blood moon hangs high.

Under the half-mile banyan tree, the man sat cross-legged.

The Yin Qi gathers around him and gathers and disperses with every breath.

The little frog on the side is also exhaling Yin Qi in a similar way.

A ghost and a frog are surrounded by palm-sized paper figurines, twelve in total, like toys discarded by children.

This is Ghost Origami.

Nearby, around the tree, plant a hundred Ghost Spirit Grass and a hundred Youchongcao, which are grasses when young and grow into insects.One hundred wen per stick, cannot be revived.

And fifty bloodvines, and twenty mistletoes.

The average monthly income is more than 3000, and after deducting the training materials, it is about [-], and I can save [-] a year.

Among the many ghosts, Tang Ping was considered rich.

Steadily consume fifty catties of ghost rice, ten bottles of ghost blood, and a pair of jade medicine every month.

This kind of luxurious cultivation consumption, no ghost can do it.

Instead, there is a steady increase in the proficiency of each spell.

It has never been unable to improve due to insufficient self-loss.

After a long time, it's time to call it a day.

Tang Ping slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the warning panel in front of him.

The realm column changed from Shahun to Shahun Early Stage.

Continuation of Yin Jue (15/2000) (small success)
This time, skip the initial introduction and directly become Xiaocheng.

Small success is the early stage, great success is the middle stage, and consummation should be the later stage.

There are not many spells now, and with sufficient resources, the proficiency can be increased by two points every day.

In about three years, you can enter the middle stage of the evil soul.

At that time, the only thing left is to absorb the evil spirit, find the evil spirit, successfully contain a little evil spirit, and enter the realm of wandering souls.

But entering the realm of wandering souls is not enough, and it is not stable enough. Before that, the underground main territory should be expanded secretly.

Within his own territory, Tang Ping can be said to be an invincible existence in the same realm.

For this breakthrough, there should be a place for a dark contract.

Tang Ping probably understood how Ming Qi got here.

One is the strength increase brought about by the breakthrough of one's own realm, so it can accommodate more dark contracts.

At the same time, the previous dark contract had to be cultivated to a certain extent.

Only in this way can the next contract be opened.

For the next few months, Tang Ping devoted himself to cultivation, ignoring ordinary matters.

June fifteenth.

Tang Ping went to the ghost market again.

Entering the deep cave, at this time, there is another person in the cave.

This person is dressed in a red robe, looks young and handsome, with red eyes, from the neck down to the sides of the cheeks, there is a dark red python tattoo, and the eyes of the python are faintly shining.

Beside him were two charming women, with coquettish eyes and a strange fragrance.

"Who is this?" The man looked over.

"Your Excellency, eldest son, this is the ghost I told you is good at planting."

"So that's the case, and he is also a rare talent." A smile appeared on the man's cold face.

In any era, having a skill, especially the ability in terms of resources is particularly valued by people. After all, it is easy to control and does not pose any threat to oneself.

"This is the eldest son of Zuo Qing, Fangzheng of Yangjian, a ghost city." Old man Gongsun introduced.

"Zuo Zhongkao."

"Tang Ping, nameless brat." Tang Ping laughed.

As a living person, the old man Gongsun basically wouldn't stay in the underworld except for the fifteenth, so he naturally knew many living people.

"This is the only ghost in the underworld that feeds You Lan." Gongsun was still saying good things for Tang Ping.

"How about the exclusive supply of You Lan Lei's eight plants in the future?"

Zuo Zhongkao said.

Although Tang Ping didn't understand what happened, Gongsun had his own intentions in doing so, so he agreed:

"Since the eldest son is willing to buy in large quantities, I am willing to sell at [-]% of the market price."

The so-called eldest son is the eldest son of the aristocratic family.

The eldest son of the Zuo family, could it be the eldest son of Zuo Qing's family in the mortal world?

That status is not low.

As for discounts, they are actually quite common.

The old man Gongsun couldn't get so many Youlanlu, Tang Ping usually hung them here for sale, and sometimes it took a long time to sell them all.

Now that there is such a fast sales channel, Tang Ping is also happy to see it succeed.

"Okay, it's a deal."

Zuo Zongzi took out a pitch-black iron plate from his sleeve and handed it to the maid beside him. The maid came up holding the iron plate and handed it to Tang Ping.

There are four large characters written on the iron plate: Zuo's Menke.

"Thank you!"

Tang Ping put it back into the storage bag.

"There is something in Yangjian, I will leave first. The things that will be handed in later will be handed over to the old man Gongsun, and the money will be paid every three months."

As soon as the voice fell, regardless of whether everyone responded or not, the three of them turned into a ray of light and disappeared.

Money in this world is quite special. The so-called money can be used by ghosts and gods, so it is natural that people and ghosts can use it.

"What's going on here?" Tang Ping was puzzled.

"You sell a lot of things in the ghost market. Although you are covering your face, it is not difficult for someone who is interested in finding out. Besides, the place where you planted is discovered one day. What will be the consequences?"

Old man Gongsun said.

After thinking about it, Tang Ping also felt that there were enough things planted now. Although the banyan forest was in an extremely remote place, if ghosts really came here, they would definitely not be able to hide these things.

Especially that Heimu ghost, if this guy really recovers all the lost ground, he will probably have to wrestle again.

Under the banyan tree is his own territory, so he will never give up half a point.

"Tang God was formerly a witch from the Zuo family, but he was the ancestor of the Zuo family. As a disciple of the Zuo family, he was also a disciple who provided resources for the eldest son. Other ghosts cannot steal your territory."

Tang Ping weighed again and again, this method really kills three birds with one stone.

"Haha, I understand, thank you, Mr. Gongsun."

In this way, the last hidden danger disappears, and you no longer have to worry about others daring to play your own mind.

"It's okay, just help each other."

"This is the harvest of this month. In exchange for a piece of jade medicine, give me the remaining nine hundred wen."

"it is good."

Tang Ping returned under the banyan tree, his brows opened, and he carefully observed the iron plate.

There is no magic spell on it, it is completely ordinary iron plate, the pattern on it should be used for anti-counterfeiting.

"interesting."

This brand, in fact, has other functions, and I will gradually figure it out in the future.

Tang Ping showed a strange smile.

"Quack!"

The frog who was holding a bowl of ghost rice at the side shuddered when he saw it. It seemed that he had the same smile when he first saw Lord Hou.

A month later.

On July [-]th, the gates of hell are wide open.

The evil soul is dispatched.

Leaving the frog and the twelve paper figurines behind, Tang Ping went to the underworld.

Entering Yangjian, Tang Ping rushed to the east.

During the journey, his stature became taller, his body surface became woody, wooden antelope horns grew from his head, and he became the body of a nine-foot-tall tree god.

This is the fifth time to go to Yangjian.

This was Zhang Qi's first sacrifice to ghosts and gods since he mastered the wildling tribe.

The object of sacrifice is oneself.

But Tang Ping didn't want to go there by himself. In order to maintain a sense of mystery, he decided to go there as the banyan tree god under Youdu Tinghou.

As Zhang Qi grew up, Youdu Tinghou could no longer be exposed, and he had to maintain the hazy sense of awe he had when he was young.

This was the first time he was sacrificed to the world, and Tang Ping was looking forward to it.

He, the Tinghou of the Sanzhang Youdu, finally took the first step to manage the world.

(End of this chapter)