I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 8 Black Wood Ghost, Five Years (for further reading)

"The murderer, two thousand stones in the tomb!!"

Seven days later, Changdao Liu was found to have disappeared, and those who came to search saw this sentence.

Whoa!
A gust of wind blows.

A black cloud fell from the gray sky.

There is a tall black shadow on the black cloud.

He was three feet tall, dressed in a black robe, and his skin was pitch-black bark, exuding an evil spirit all over his body.

This is the black wood ghost.

"Two thousand stones in the tomb? Do you know who it is?" Heimu Gui asked.

"Subordinates don't know."

The rest of the evil spirits expressed their ignorance.

"Send someone down to investigate, old devil!"

"exist!"

A hunchbacked old man holding an oil-paper umbrella came out. The old man's impressive pale face was covered with corpse spots.

"You are in charge of the market, and by the way you are in charge of the people who are in charge of the long knife, and by the way, find out where the two thousand stones in this tomb are sacred."

"it is good."

The black wood ghost seemed very perfunctory.

After all, this is near the ghost city, where fish and dragons are mixed, there are monks and monsters from the underworld, and evil ghosts from the underworld. God knows which dog's alias is another name. I can only blame this guy for being unlucky.

I'm busy with affairs here, so I don't necessarily have to use my full strength if I think about it.

Inside the cabin.

Tang Ping looked at the small bag in his hand. It was made of linen with a silver thread in the middle, outlining a strange pattern.

Input a little Yin energy, and suddenly sense a mysterious space.

About two cubic meters in size, filled with miscellaneous items, a bag of ghost rice, about ten or twenty catties, a small bag of unknown herbs, two small bottles, a paper horse, two paper figures, and a pile of baht coins , There are more than 1000 pieces in total.

"Where are the secret books? Where are the secret books in the novel?"

Just now Tang Ping was wondering if this could be the legendary storage bag. He thought he could find a cheat book or something, but he didn't think there was no wool.

After thinking about it, whoever carries the cheats with him every day.

You can't fight with others halfway, and suddenly say, "You wait first, let me see the tricks first."

Thinking of this scene, Tang Ping couldn't help laughing.

But enough.

Guimi is not worried, the two bottles are fox blood and turtle blood, both animals are psychic, not to mention their blood, the soul body smells this smell, and there is a sense of longing, next time I break through the realm of magic, I can use it To supplement the deficiency of the body.

In addition to these parts, there is also a ghost head knife. Judging from the traces on it, it should have killed many people during his lifetime, so it is considered a powerful weapon.

All the things were put into the bag, and countless roots drilled out of the ground, pulling the cloth bag into the ground.

It's better to put things on the bottom.

After finishing all this, Tang Ping opened the door, looked at the strange blood moon, and let out a long breath.

The crisis is temporarily resolved, but we still cannot take it lightly in the face of this dangerous world.

It is necessary to plan for a rainy day, and of course, don't be too overwhelmed.

For example, take the initiative to "download the dungeon", go hunting and exploring with strange ghosts, etc.

In a storybook novel, this situation is bound to be dangerous.

It has not yet come to the end of the mountain, and there are still more than 20 years of life.

It is not advisable to take the initiative to take risks in order to avoid danger, and it is not too late to do things after the strength is strong.

Of course, if someone takes the initiative to provoke me, or makes me feel that I am in danger...

There was a hint of murderous intent in Tang Ping's eyes.

Whoa!

The leaves of the banyan tree whizzed straight down.

boom!
The door closed, and Tang Ping's face turned into a black and white pattern of ghosts and gods.

Sunrise and sunset, flowers bloom and fall.

Five years passed by in a hurry.

There are no four seasons in the underworld, everything remains the same as usual, and the quietness makes people crazy.

Tang Ping's wooden house has become a lot stronger after renovation, at least it is not transparent.

Inside the gate, sat a man in a black robe.

The long hair is loose, the eyebrows are handsome, and the black and white dharma lines add a sense of majesty, which is quite divine.

Whoa!
The man opened his eyes.

brush!
Three inches of blue light shot out from the eyes.

The whole person is majestic and majestic.

"Huh, it's about to break through."

Tang Ping thought to himself.

In the past five years, he still failed to break through the Shahun Realm.

Today is the proficiency of Yin Gathering Art, which is one step away from breaking through to perfection, so Tang Ping has no choice but to stop.

This breakthrough is likely to be the evil soul, which must consume a lot of body, so it must be well prepared.

The reason why it is so slow is that I still have to take care of other spells. If I devote my extra energy to practicing Yin Gathering, I guess I will break through early.

In the past few years, no one has tracked him down.

The conflict between the black wood ghost and the centipede was mediated three years ago.

The new old ghost was in charge of the bazaar, so he probably didn't care about the oil and water, so he didn't search for it.

Tang Ping would not intentionally make trouble just because someone collected so little cotton.

Accounts have to be settled in the future, but not now.

Tang Ping walked out the door.

"Brother Tang!"

"Hi Brother Tang!"

The ghosts who saw him around greeted him one after another.

"Well, Brother Lin, Aunt Sun."

Tang Ping nodded with a smile.

The ghost died, and the disabled, but he himself became an old man with higher qualifications.

In order to ensure the cotton production, Tang Ping often taught them how to run the business, and the banyan tree secretly provided nutrition, so there was never a single day of trouble here.

Tang Ping stepped into the jungle step by step, and when he got to a place where there was no one, his steps were fast, like a cheetah.

Wherever he went, the grass and trees avoided him one after another.

Ahead is a three-foot-wide ditch.

Just run over there!
Vines sprouted from both sides to catch the feet.

If it is in Yangjian, he is the wood god in the forest.

The passing years have made his strength a lot stronger.

Of course, if it is in your own territory, under the banyan tree, the combat power will be multiplied by ten.

If you break through the realm of the evil soul again, you will be able to condense more ghost contracts.

While on the way, Tang Ping summoned Di Ce.

Underground owner: Tang Ping
Type: ghost, metamorphosis

Boundary: Underground Lord Third Class, Ghost

Lifespan: 70 years.

Ming deed: Maohou tree deed.

神通：【茂契·青木打罡法】：控木法（78/1000)（大成），乙木遮月咒（500/500)（圆满）。聚阴术（999/1000）（大成）鬼火术（1300/1500)（大成）
The lifespan exceeds the upper limit of 49 years for ordinary ghosts.

It should be the effect brought by the practice of Ming Qi.

Soon, there was still some distance to the market, Tang Ping slowed down and put away his magical powers.

At this time.

There was a noise not far away.

"How dare you! How dare you set your mind on my old lady."

Tang Ping took a closer look.

I saw four back-eyed ghosts surrounding a plump woman, and a carriage full of goods was parked nearby.

"Miss Boss, my brothers have been helping you transport the goods for so many years, and I really can't survive recently, so I can borrow some money to spend,"

Instead of being angry, the woman smiled: "I see you are pitiful, so I worked for you, but in the end, I will repay you with revenge, and I will say it again at the end, there is still time to kneel down and beg for mercy."

"Hey, then don't blame the brothers for being rude, I just want to taste the taste of the proprietress...uh."

As soon as the words fell, I saw four long black snakes flying out of Mrs. Cui's sleeves.

The long snake bit the back-eyed man's neck and eyes, injected the venom, and the back-eyed man lost his soul.

The whole process does not exceed three breaths.

Lady Cui is also a ghost cultivator.

Tang Ping was not surprised at all, it was impossible for a weak woman to spend so long in the treacherous underworld.

"This friend, should you have seen enough?" Mrs. Cui said loudly.

"Good spell!"

Tang Ping walked out applauding.

He did it on purpose, and it is impossible to be discovered with the moon-shading method.

Seeing that it was Tang Ping, Mrs. Cui's expression was astonished, and she immediately understood.

"You should have guessed it a long time ago. You also guessed why a scholar eats so much?"

"I had doubts." Tang Ping cut to the chase, "Not much to say, I want cultivation resources."

(End of this chapter)