Phew!

The green mist is filled, the banyan trees are rustling, and the leaves are falling.

The commotion was so loud that the ghosts of sixteen households under the banyan tree came out.

Some ghosts are couples, and some are families of four, male and female, older and younger.

There are also some who are alone like Tang Ping and Lao Zhang.

A pale and thin horse jumped out of the green mist.

The horse's body is thin, and its eyes are actually fake, drawn with black ink. If you look closely, you will see that it is a paper horse.

On the horseback is a strong man with a long body and a solid body in black clothes.

Following closely behind the horse are four translucent ghosts who look like ordinary people. They carry swords and shields and stare eagerly.

Tang Ping recognized this person.

The hundred-mile radius is called the Three Jings, and is governed by the power of Tang Shen. All output on this land must be handed over to Tang Shen and his subordinate forces.

The forest where everyone in Tang Ping is located is called Green Cotton Forest, and its governor is the Black Wood Ghost under the Tang God.

This is Changdao Liu, the subordinate of Hei Mugui, who was an executioner during his lifetime.

"Manager Liu!"

"Guan Liu is good at things."

Liu Le with a long sword stopped the paper horse, and looked at everyone from a high position.

"Didn't you hide anything last night?"

"Don't dare!"

"How dare you hide anything."

The ghosts said quickly.

The decapitated old man beside Tang Ping trembled with fright, and Changdao Liu keenly captured this scene.

"Whoever comes here, search them one by one, even if they scrape the ground to find them. Focus on this guy's room."

Changdao Liu pointed at the decapitated old man.

"Yes!"

The four ghost soldiers searched one by one.

The first Tangping house.

Ghost soldiers have rich experience in confiscating homes.

The roof, eaves, cracks in every corner, and the floor are hollow.

In addition to Tang Ping and a few others, a black soul altar, ghost black rice, a bronze sword, and a pair of dog teeth were found in the home of Zhang, a hanged man, a starved man, and a couple.

Tang Ping secretly rejoiced when he saw this. Fortunately, he was careful, otherwise he would have been discovered.

Just as I thought just now, even if I get the benefits, how can I keep them?

Changdao Liu holds a palm-sized black altar with strange runes carved on it.

"Tsk tsk, what a good trick. Where did the soul-pretending altar come from? I was almost deceived by you old guy."

This kind of soul altar can accommodate the soul body and provide yin energy.

"These guys... give me a hard lesson."

Chang Dao Liu glanced at everyone present with disdain. The white paper horse breathed out evil energy and kicked restlessly with its four hooves.

The four ghost soldiers stepped forward, punched, kicked, and slashed the body with their scabbards, causing the soul to flicker and extinguish, and black gas to emerge from the wound.

Injury to ghosts will affect lifespan.

The beheaded old man Zhang held his head and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy.

"Sir, please forgive me. I only have less than half a year left in my life. I got greedy for a moment. I hope you will forgive me."

The ghost soldiers fought for a long time, beating all the ghosts to the point of dying.

"Huh, this time is just a small punishment. Don't take things you shouldn't take. There will be a next time..."

Buzz!

The sword flashed.

Lao Zhang and the other ghosts each had a broken leg.

Changdao Liu put away his sword.

If these people hadn't been of some use, none of them would have survived.

"Next month's ghost cotton will be paid 30% more."

Putting these words aside, Changdao Liu left with the loot and his men.

The ghosts returned to their houses angrily.

There is a kind of cotton growing on the beard of this banyan tree. At certain seasons, when the cotton is in full bloom, they will pick the cotton in exchange for food. The big head is handed over, and the small head is theirs.

Generally speaking, the black wood ghosts are the government in this area, and they have to pay taxes no matter what they grow.

If Tang Ping hadn't awakened to the strategy of suing the land, he might have ended up like Lao Zhang.

He secretly decided in his heart that he must embark on the path of cultivation.

The first step is to understand the common sense of cultivation in this world.

The second step is to open the underground master.

Tang Ping guessed that to activate the underground master, you need to have a certain level of Yin power.

The benefits of turning on the underground master are not yet known, but they can be guessed.

The first is the underworld contract function, which controls a certain territory. Within this territory, there should be characteristics such as controlling earth power, energy, etc.

Combats within the territory may also receive bonuses.

Tang Ping's current goal is very simple, that is, to be stable, have the ability to protect himself, and not to be too conspicuous.

All this must be done secretly.

At this time, Tang Ping saw Lao Zhang crawling on the ground towards the house.

Lao Zhang looks miserable, his soul is almost transparent, and half of his legs are missing. He probably won't live long.

Tang Ping stepped forward to help.

"Uncle Zhang, please slow down."

"Ahem, I'm sorry to trouble you, little brother Tang."

Lao Zhang smiled bitterly.

Tang Ping helped him into the house, then returned to his home and took out the remaining ghost mud.

"Eat something first."

Lao Zhang buried his head in his mouth and took a few big bites. Tang Ping felt strange when he saw these scenes.

There is only a little skin left on the neck. How is the food digested?

The decapitated old Zhang looked much better. He put down the jar, looked at Tang Ping with his cloudy eyes, and said with a hoarse smile: "What do you want to know?"

He could see Tang Ping's purpose at a glance.

This guy looks low-key, but after getting to know him a lot, you can see that he is not willing to be ordinary.

Tang Ping doesn't mince words either.

"I would like to know the cultivation path of our ghosts."

"Haha, you kid! I will tell you what I know right now."

Lao Zhang knew that he would not have a good life for a few days, so there was no harm in telling Tang Ping.

This is not a secret, all old ghosts who have lived longer know it.

"Ordinary souls dissipate in seven days and turn into ghosts by chance, just like us. Ordinary ghosts have a lifespan of twelve years. If you have the opportunity to eat spiritual rice, spiritual water and other spiritual objects rich in yin energy, or get vomiting

The method of absorbing the essence of the sun and the moonlight can increase the lifespan to a certain extent, up to forty-nine, which is the limit of ordinary ghosts."

The ghost can breathe out the essence of the sun, the moon, and the essence of heaven and earth, and give birth to Yin power. It can use spells, awaken flying and wall-penetrating magical powers, and is the evil soul.

"The long sword Liu just used is the evil spirit. The evil spirit has a lifespan of eighty-one years. Whenever the gate of hell is opened, it can enter the earthly world."

"Above the evil soul is the wandering god, whose soul body is close to that of a mortal, and can enter and leave the world at any time."

"This is what I know, the rest is not clear."

"Going in and out of the Yang Realm, where is the Yang Realm? Why do we have to go there?"

Tang Ping asked his doubts.
To be continued...