I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 4 Gathering Yin and Prolonging Life, Paper Dolls Merchant (for further reading)

seven days later.

The cabin is dark.

A man in white sat cross-legged.

The complexion is blue-gray, the soul is transparent, and the surface of the body is dark and yin.

After a long time, the man in white opened his eyes, and the blue yin in the ghost eyes flashed away.

Tang Ping stood up, and in the dark wooden house, his eyes shone with an inexplicable light.

I saw him stretch out his right hand, with the index finger and middle finger together.

Whoa!

A wisp of green will-o'-the-wisp suddenly rose from the fingertips.

The will-o'-the-wisp isn't hot, but it's surprisingly cold.

Tang Ping thought about it.

Whoa!

The will-o'-the-wisp floated out, circled in the air, and then disappeared.

Tang Ping put away the spell, and the panel appeared again in front of him.

Gather Yin (7/100) Will-o'-the-wisp (21/100)

"The Gathering of Yin technique can increase a little per day, and the ghost fire technique can increase by three points a day. Now the Yin power in the body is a little stronger than a hair, and it can probably release the ghost fire technique three times."

Tang Ping thought to himself.

The power of the ghost fire technique is not too great, even if it hurts a vital point, it is only at the level of hurting people.

But it doesn't matter much, it's only been seven days since he awakened and reported to Ce.

What about a month?What about a hundred days?
If you persevere in practicing, the power of the will-o'-the-wisp technique will definitely become stronger.

With such a panel that can face up to the results of his hard work, Tang Ping is full of energy.

After experimenting with spells, Tang Ping returned to his ordinary appearance again.

He walks out the door.

Through the shade of the trees overhead, the sky was gray and the sun was dark.

The weather in the underworld remains unchanged for thousands of years.

It was dark under the banyan tree, with thousands of dark brown whiskers hanging down, and the gnarled trunk was covered with red blood.

This is ghost blood vine, a vine that absorbs nutrients from parasitic trees.

Whoa!
At this time, it started to rain lightly.

The rain beats on the leaves, flows down the tree whiskers, and moistens the vegetation.

At this time, blood-red spores grew out of some tree whiskers, as if some fruit had grown out.

Tang Ping sighed, stepped forward, and snapped off the excess spores on each tree whisker with his nails.

The tree whiskers are about the thickness of a thumb, and each one should not exceed five spores, otherwise the spores cannot thrive.

These spores are the fruit of ghost cotton.

The ghosts under the banyan tree and the three same banyan trees not far away all make a living from this.

Irrigate about once every five days, and cotton will grow in three months.

After the cotton is mature, Changdao Liu will bring the big head ghost merchants to buy it, usually for food, and rarely for ghost money.

After all, what they earn from their labor is only enough to survive.

"The skin color is not correct, how can I pick cotton?"

Tang Ping laughed at himself.

No, isn't blue-gray skin also black?Deserves to pick cotton.

Many ghosts nearby also took advantage of the rain to do the same job.

Tang Ping had no intention of talking to them.

Ghosts are not easy to form, either they have resentment in their hearts, or they are different from ordinary people in some aspects.

All in all, it's not easy to mess with.

Especially when you have a big secret.

Squeak.

At this time, the wooden house of the decapitated old Zhang opened.

Out came a strange-looking ghost.

He has a money mouse tail, a mustache, and a big eye behind his neck.

Back-eyed ghost?
It seems to be called Ha Chi, who is also a resident under this banyan tree.

He held Lao Zhang's jars, chairs, clothes and other items.

Seeing Tang Ping looking over, Ha Chi hugged his things tightly and muttered: "The old guy is dead, I think no one wants it."

After all, he ignored Tang Ping and went straight to his home.

Before leaving, he took a look at Lao Zhang's house, as if he would come again next time.

Tang Ping didn't argue with him.

Hachi looks strange, but he is also an ordinary ghost.

According to the memory of the predecessor, there is no unified dynasty in Yangjian, but a state where there are many countries, and there are many foreign countries among them.

The man with the back eye is also a stranger, and the big-headed ghost who came to collect cotton a while ago is a stranger from the big head country.

They can also become ghosts after death.

In the next few days, Tang Ping focused on his cultivation.

One day.

Tang Ping woke up, restrained his Yin Qi, and said pleasantly:
"The life span has actually increased!"

The proficiency of polyyin technique has exceeded ten, and the lifespan has changed from 12 years to 13 years.

In other words, if you continue to practice Yin Gathering, your lifespan will continue to increase.

Then there is no need to worry about life expectancy.

Under his calculations, he finally found the key point of cultivation.

Gathering Yin can only be performed once a day, and ghost fires cannot exceed three times.

Otherwise there will be a sense of hunger and dizziness.

Tang Ping concluded that it was too much consumption.

Inside the cabin, Tang Ping took out a charcoal pen and wrote his experience on the ground.

"Restricting the number of times may be due to insufficient food intake to support cultivation."

Tang Ping wrote two lines of instructions on the ground.

One is to work hard to grow cotton and exchange more food with merchants.

The second is to go to the ghost market in the mountain stream mentioned by the dead old Zhang.

According to what Lao Zhang said, the mountain ghost market may have more cultivation materials than ordinary ghost markets.

But in such a dank and dark place, danger is inevitable.

Tang Ping still didn't want to take any risks.

It takes three months to practice Yin Gathering Art to one hundred, and it takes more than 30 days to practice Ghost Fire Art to one hundred.

There may be a qualitative change after the cultivation is completed.

Not just a few months?
I still have plenty of time, and I don't need to take risks for it.

Not desperate.

And not enough strength is not suitable for going out. In the future, if you have enough strength, maybe you can take a look if you lack food.

Certainly not now.

There is no so-called order in the underworld. If others don't like you, they will kill you if they say so, and you won't be punished. If you die, you don't know who to blame.

"Hey, there is."

Tang Ping had a flash of inspiration, he couldn't go by himself, so he could ask others to explore the way.

Wasn't there a ready-made guy just now?
night.

Tang Ping went out secretly, and after repeated observations, he sneaked into Lao Zhang's house.

His senses are now very keen, and he is sure that no one will find him.

He quickly threw a piece of wood with writing on it under the old bed, and then went back into the house.

On it was written the address of the ghost city in the mountain stream and some words about chance.

With Ha Chi's temperament, it is estimated that he will come again.

In the next few days, Tang Ping devoted himself to practicing.

Occasionally, I carry a wooden bucket to the stream outside the forest to fetch water and irrigate the cotton spores.

In the next few days, Ha Chi evacuated Lao Zhang's house. Seeing this guy's sneaky look, Tang Ping knew that this guy must have found the plank, and it would be up to him whether he dared to go or not.

After 20 days.

The proficiency of gathering Yin is 31, and the ghost fire is successfully reset.

Inside the cabin.

boom!
A gray-green ghost fireball the size of a human head floats in the void.

There was an icy chill all around.

The flickering light supported Tang Ping's blue-gray face, which was full of ghostly aura.

Whoosh!
The flame goes out.

Will-o'-the-wisp (0/1000) (small success)

The ghost fire technique has entered the realm of Xiaocheng, recalling the knife Liu that day, Tang Ping felt that his fireball was not at all inferior.

I don't have the realm of Shahun, but my spells almost have the power of Shahun.

"Not enough, continue to fill up."

Tang Ping took a rest to practice again.

Changdao Liu is just a small boy, and there are many people who are stronger than him.

The two spells need to be constantly practiced and breakthroughs must be made.

A few more days passed.

On this day, cotton is in full bloom.

Tang Ping filled three sacks in his area.

wow...

Another burst of green mist.

Several white paper horses came out through the fog.

Following the paper horse were four pale monsters with rouge on both sides of their cheeks.

The strange man not only had a complexion, but was also snow-white all over, with a grinning smile on his face, not only applying rouge, but also lipstick.

This is a paper man!

The paper figurine was carrying a bamboo sedan chair, and sitting on the chair was a big-headed ghost with disheveled hair and a head as tall as his body.

Big head merchant.

bang bang bang!
Changdao Liu's subordinates beat the gong.

"What are you doing? Come here quickly."

Eighteen ghosts came with sacks, and Tang Ping was behind the crowd.

At this time, many ghosts came in from outside carrying sacks, and there were more than 100 ghosts present.

"As usual, [-]% will be handed over to the boss of Heimu Ghost, and another [-]% will be deducted in view of your performance in the past few days. The total is [-]%. Are there any complaints?"

Seeing Changdao Liu's expression, the [-]% must be taken by him.

The faces of the ghosts remained unchanged, but they didn't dare to say anything.

Tang Ping saw that Ha Chi's expression suddenly became firm, as if he had made up his mind.

The fish is hooked.

A harvest of three hundred catties.

All the ghosts stepped forward and weighed the weight one by one.

Tang Ping's harvest is [-] catties, minus the [-]% commission, there is still [-] catties of harvest.

"Change what?"

The big-headed ghost has a white face and red lips, the appearance of a man, the voice of an old lady, with an abacus in his hand, extremely uncomfortable.

"Replace them all with ghost mud."

Cotton was deducted [-]%, and there was no money left.

Tang Ping went home and took out the black altar. The big-headed ghost opened the leather bag at his waist, poured out a pile of mud, and poured it on the tray of the iron scale. It was about [-] catties before the bag was taken away, and the paper figurine put the mud into the altar. .

"Is this a storage bag?"

Tang Ping thought to himself, this thing is really convenient.

The merchant leaves.

Chang Dao Liu rode on his horse and glanced at everyone.

"Do it well, don't play tricks, sir!"

The ghosts disappeared into the black mist.

"When I'm done, I'll spit out everything I ate."

Tang Ping thought to himself, and then went home with the black altar in his arms, and with the addition of a month's worth of stock, it was barely enough.

The next day.

Deep in the woods, there is no one around.

A thin wild boar arched the ground.

boom!
Suddenly, a dark green fireball came through the air, directly blasting the lower body of the wild boar into pieces, and the scattered dark green fire burned small pits on the ground.

A man in white emerged from the grass.

This person is Tang Ping.

He walked up to the wild boar, pierced the wild boar's neck with a rusty knife, and the green pupils of the wild boar went out instantly.

There are no living things in the underworld, and the wild boar is also a creature of the underworld born after the death of a creature.

The pitch-black blood and cold flesh are also tonics for ghosts.

Tang Ping carefully cut open the black skin, and cut off the rotten place burned by the cold fire.

There is no way, cultivation consumes too much energy, so eat some meat to supplement it.

Cut the meat into strips and carefully wrap it in cloth. He is a ghost, so naturally he didn't eat raw or cooked.

After finishing all this, Tang Ping hurried home with a handful of wild ferns in his hand, pretending to pick wild vegetables and fruits back.

All the ghosts here are like this, if you get some wild game to spice up your life, his behavior is not too conspicuous.

As for the wild boar, don't expose it. An ordinary ghost, not from a hunter's background, is quite shocking to suddenly bring back a wild boar.

After returning, I immediately took out two meat sticks and ate them. The taste was unpalatable, but I got used to it.

Night fell and the blood moon was full.

Today is the night of the full fifteenth month.

Tang Ping quietly opened a crack in the door, looked at the blood-red moon, and waited for a certain figure.

(The update time will be [-] noon and [-] or [-] pm respectively)
(End of this chapter)