There seemed to be a row of crows flying through the sky.

Ge Dafu and others were shocked and scared, and could not speak.

Suddenly, no one in the shrine automatically moved directly to the original position of the statue of Ling Yaodong, facing them.

"ah!"

Ge Dafu and others could no longer hold back and fled in panic.

Those who beat the drums and drums, even the guys who were eating, were thrown away.

Ling Yaodong, who was beside him, sneered silently, very disdainful, but after feeling his own divine power, his face suddenly collapsed.

The divine power was as high as 330 points just now, but after showing his saints, the divine power was only pitiful 10 points left.

If these people were tougher and forced to lift the shrine and take it away, Ling Yaodong would have no room for resistance.

"Hey! This damn earth god, no freedom, is restricted everywhere..." Ling Yaodong couldn't help but shake his head, and his soul returned to the shrine.

After Ling Yaodong entered, he found that the spiritual realm space inside the statue had become larger. It was originally a very narrow space, but it is still narrow now, but not so narrow.

However, it is still far from the space of the three-entry large yard and the five-entry large yard that Ling Yaodong wants!

"You can only continue to do it."

"It can be considered a small gain." Ling Yaodong thought to himself.

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At night.

The originally desolate and gloomy village of Shatian turned into another look, with lights and colorful decorations, children playing everywhere, while adults gathered together to chat.

Li Wulang and the other two walked out of a room with an old man wearing a black melon-shaped hat, goatee beard, and a black jacket.

Like Li Wulang, this old man is not a human, but a ghost, the ghost village chief in Shatian Village. His surname is Li, his name is Qingshan, and he is a relative of Li Wulang who came out of the fifth ward.

I heard Li Wulang say to Li Qingshan, "Uncle Qingshan, don't you think about it anymore?"

Li Qingshan smiled bitterly and said, "Wurang, it's not that I don't want to, but you see, our Shatian Village is full of old and weak, how can we compare to the evil ghosts of the Black Wind Thieves?"

"It's different. We have the Land Lord here this time!" Li Wulang said again.

"Master Land? Master Land in Tiangouling has not been seen for decades, and no miracles are displayed..." Li Qingshan shook his head and said, "Who knows what Master Land is now..."

"Uncle Qingshan, be careful!" Li Wulang interrupted quickly, "Look at Li Tie and me, the bad robe and long sword on Zhang Erdan are not fake, right..."

Li Qingshan still shook his head.

Li Wulang's tone became a little anxious, and he said, "Uncle Qingshan, don't forget, how did we die in the first place? We were all killed by Heifeng Theft! Can you bear this resentment? Now there is a rare opportunity to take revenge..."

"Wulang, the Black Wind Thieves have been wiped out by the government, and our resentment has also disappeared. Now we are just waiting for our life to end, and then we are reincarnated." Li Qingshan said with a shaking head.

"We can't control the Black Wind Thieves, and we don't want to."

"Hey!" Li Wulang sighed. This was like this when Li Qingshan was alive, and that was like this after his death. He was like this timid.

Not only him, but even other villagers are like this.

Li Wulang said nothing.

When Li Qingshan saw this, he felt a little reluctant. He thought for a while and said, "Wuron, there has been a troupe coming to the village to sing opera these days. You might as well stay and take a look together, so as not to be a ghost for so many years without any fun."

"Singing an opera? How could a troupe be willing to come here? How did you contact each other with different ways?" Li Wulang was puzzled.

"It's not our contact! It was Yang Da from Xitou Village who recently got a sum of money and invited a straw troupe to perform. When he came to burn paper, he said," Li Qingshan said.

The opera troupes of this era are all traveling around the world and will not be fixed in one place.

Usually after performing in the place for a while, they pack up their costumes, props, musical instruments, etc., carry a playbox, and drive a donkey cart to the next destination. In order to make a living, they often sleep in the open and walk day and night.

The opera troupe finally arrived at the destination. In order to pray for the smooth performance, they had to visit the local "pier".

The so-called "walk by the wharf" refers to various local tyrants, gentry, military and political leaders, gang leaders and other local tyrants who visited the performance locations in the old opera troupe club, in order to be protected and not bullied and exploited.

It is very difficult to eat this [open-mouthed rice].

Or, it is not easy to make a living these days.

Li Wulang knew about Yang Da, the husband of Xiu Gu in the village.

That year, Xiu Gu took her children back to Shatian Village to visit her relatives and was brutally massacred.

Over the years, Yang Da has never married and is alone.

"Hey!" Li Wulang sighed again, "Yang Da, I'm sorry."

"Is his money enough? Do the opera troupe dare to come?" Li Wulang asked repeatedly.

"Yang Da's money is only enough to pay the deposit. When he worshiped Xiu Gu, he said that he would pay back the money he owed later." Li Qingshan shook his head and said, "The opera troupe doesn't know the situation in our Shatian Village. Yang Da said that he would bring the opera troupe here."

Li Wulang was silent.

After a while.

Li Qingshan took the initiative to speak, "Sometimes, living is more painful than dying."

"Yang Da is a good husband. I still remember Xiu Gu likes to listen to operas for so many years."

"If you can, please help. After all, humans and ghosts are different!" Li Wulang said.

"Where is Xiu Gu?" Li Wulang asked again.

"I didn't come out at her house." Li Qingshan said.

Li Wulang was silent again.

"If there were no Black Wind Thieves, maybe these touching things would not be needed." Li Wulang said suddenly.

"Goro, I know you have always hated Black Wind to steal..."

Li Wulang interrupted Li Qingshan and said, "The village chief, you are all ghosts, and you always have your own obsession."

"We have been out for a long time, and now we have to go back to reply to the Land Lord." Li Wulang said.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "...Okay!" Li Qingshan was sad.

Li Wulang didn't say much, and greeted two companions who had been transformed into [Yincha], and then headed to Tiangouling.

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"Don't want to?" Ling Yaodong's soul walked out of the statue in the shrine.

"Since that's the case, there's no need to pay attention to them." Ling Yaodong pondered for a moment and said.

The most important reason is that Ling Yaodong wanted to [respond to] the ghost people in Shatian Village, he was also powerless.

The limitations of the earth god are here.

Another reason is that where can Ling Yaodong have the power to care about them at this time?

Let’s not talk about Ling Yaodong’s appearance in front of people today, and his divine power fell to the lowest point.

Just when he was in his heyday, his divine power of 360 points could not deal with hundreds of ghosts in Shatin Village. Even the hundreds of ghosts in Shatin Village were mostly lonely ghosts, but just the lowest level ghosts.

The power of the gods lies in time.

If there is enough time and enough believers, the gods can accumulate divine power without limit.

If Ling Yaodong had 3,600 points of divine power and divine power, the hundreds of ghosts in Shatian Village were just a matter of using a few more divine magic.

Looking at Li Wulang and his two companions who were uneasy in front of him, Ling Yaodong was not angry. He told the three ghosts, "Although the villagers of Shatian Village are unwilling to contribute to me, the ghost problem of Black Wind Thieves must be eliminated!"

"Li Wulang, I order you to start parading on Tiangou Ridge from tonight, closely monitor the movements of the Black Wind Thieves. If there is any situation, report it immediately. In addition, if there is a ghost within the Tiangou Ridge, you will also arrest it and send it to me for disposal!"

The Land Lord had the responsibility to capture ghosts in his area and send them to the City God for trial.

However, most Tudigong lives a tight life, and the daily use of divine power is not enough. Generally, they turn a blind eye. As long as the lonely ghost does not hit the door, Tudigong will not make any trouble.

Besides, if there were no lonely ghosts, how could ordinary people burn incense and worship Buddha?

The worlds of God and man are actually similar.

I have to say that after the evil deeds, Ling Yaodong became much more convenient.

Like the Black Wind Thieves Ghost Nest outside Ling Yaodong's [territory], if Ling Yaodong wants to investigate, he will consume a lot of divine power.

There is no such limitation for the indiscriminate difference.

Three secret messengers who had just been released were taken away.

Ling Yaodong returned to the slightly less narrow space of the statue and thought about the next countermeasures.

He tortured the Black Wind Thieves ghosts, knew the inside story of the Black Wind Thieves ghosts, and knew that they were not that simple to deal with.

Although he is a land master, he is just an incomparable person. It is not that easy to face a group of evil spirits with resentment.

You still have to improve your strength! Ling Yaodong thought so.

The fastest way for a god to improve his strength is to spread faith, gain believers, accumulate divine power, and improve his position.

Ling Yaodong looked at the environment he was in - the wilderness and wilderness, and had limited movements.

He shook his head, and the dogs disliked the start.
To be continued...