Chapter 65: Evil Talkers The relationship between men has never been established overnight. The depth of friendship is directly proportional to the process of contact. Moreover, Qin Yao is a human and Zhang Deyang is a ghost, so even if the latter admires the former very much, he is only willing to say his name when they meet for the second time. And apart from a name, Qin Yao knew almost nothing about him. He didn't know what official he was in the underworld, what his strength was, and what his connections were... Until this moment, following him, he stepped into the hall where ghosts were coming and going. He saw the ghosts passing by clasping their fists and calling them sir, and the ghosts and gods in official uniforms opened their mouths and called judges. Wherever they went, the ghosts separated and suddenly came to them. A little more understanding. Judge of the underworld... Even the little judge with the lowest authority is countless times more powerful than those seducers who come in the wind and go in the rain. Of course, seducers are not the bottom of the contempt chain. Below them, there are fierce gods, fierce ghosts, evil ghosts, resentful ghosts, wandering souls, and remnant souls... "Qin Yao, what do you think of this Jambudur fruit?" Zhang Deyang was like a talisman to ward off evil spirits, with the effect of warding off ghosts and gods. He shuttled freely in the hall, suddenly stopped and pointed to the void. Qin Yao stopped behind him and looked in the direction of his finger. He saw that the void was paper and his soul power was ink. There was a line of big words written on it: Go to the city of vain death and look for ten thousand years of meat Ganoderma lucidum. Whoever brings back the meat Ganoderma lucidum first. , which can be exchanged for one Fugu Menstrual Cleansing Pill. “Ancestor, how effective is this Fugu Menstrual Cleansing Pill?”
Qin Yao looked around and always felt that the name of Wannianrou Ganoderma was much louder than that of Xijing Pills. If placed in martial arts novels, these two things are completely different concepts. As we all know, the older something is, the higher its value is. It is a consensus that thousand-year-old ginseng is more valuable than century-old ginseng. "Don't you want to strengthen Lin Jiu's body? This pill is at least equivalent to nearly two hundred years of body training, and it can also push him to the level of invulnerability." Zhang Deyang put down his arm and said. “What if I feed my master Ganoderma lucidum directly?” Qin Yao asked curiously. Zhang Deyang pursed his lips and said quietly: "That way he can come down directly to accompany me... As long as you have some knowledge of pharmacology, you should understand that wild natural treasures cannot be eaten directly." Chin Yao: “…” so close. Originally, he really planned to get some heavenly materials and earthly treasures to secretly feed to the master. If there were still heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the human world and he didn't have to come to the underworld, then the master would probably be smiling (filial piety) Jiuquan by now. “Let you see that there is another reason for this mission.” Looking at him as if he was relieved, Zhang Deyang twitched his cheeks and said through the voice: “I know who in the city of Fusi has meat Ganoderma lucidum.” “I’ll take it!” Qin Yao said immediately after hearing this. The standard answers have been given, but if he still hesitates and hesitates, he is afraid that he will be looked down upon by the other party in the blink of an eye. It is not easy to make someone think favorably, but it is too easy to make someone think negatively and create prejudice... Zhang Deyang smiled slightly, took out his official seal, held it up with spiritual energy, and printed the characters in the void. The characters seemed to have a spirit and automatically penetrated into the bottom of the official seal. What surprised Qin Yao was that after the line of characters disappeared, an identical character appeared in the void, which was extremely eye-catching. "This is…" "All the Jambu missions issued in the Yama Hall are waiting for no one, but anyone with official status can take them. Whoever completes the mission first can come first to receive the reward. Those who come late will have worked hard in vain, but in the end they will be rewarded. Nothing is gained," Zhang Deyang explained. Qin Yao's heart moved and he asked: "Can you issue an assassination mission?" Zhang Deyang understood what he meant and said seriously: "No! The Underworld cannot release this kind of authority, otherwise it will definitely cause chaos in the underworld." Qin Yao nodded silently. Thinking about it, it would be great fun if assassination missions could be issued. Wave after wave of killers would swarm in and fight to the death. No one could stand it!
After accepting the task, Zhang Deyang took Qin Yao and walked out. As he walked, he said: "When you go back, I will find you a map to the City of Fusi, so that you will not have to ask around for directions. But before you go, I have Just a few words, please listen carefully." Qin Yao looked stern and said solemnly: "Ancestor, please speak." "First, don't believe any ghost talk on the road. Second, no matter what state you are in, don't be greedy for any form of petty gain. Third, no matter how thirsty or hungry you are, you can't drink the water of Hades. Eat Things from Hades," Zhang Deyang ordered. Qin Yao thought for a moment and nodded heavily: "I've written it down, ancestor." Seven days later. Qin Yao held an ancient map in his hand and walked quickly to a long black bridge. He looked around and saw a large black cloud as black as ink gathered in the sky above the long bridge. There was lightning and thunder in the black cloud, and purple light was scurrying like a snake's body. The black ice formed by the cold fog in the clouds was broken into pieces and turned into black snowflakes, falling down. The endless long bridge that can be seen at a glance is dyed black by the black snow that never melts. It is eerie and scary. "Ghost on the road, black snow is flying ahead, buy a cotton-padded jacket before leaving, otherwise you may freeze to death on the bridge like those ghosts." Just when he turned to look under the bridge, at the bridge head, An old man in black with a wrinkled face, cloudy eyes and a stooped figure walked out of the tombstone-shaped house on crutches and stood in front of the door and said. Qin Yao kept in mind the three reminders Zhang Deyang said, turned a deaf ear to the old man's words, and walked forward on his own. However, when the soles of his feet landed on the bridge, his body shuddered like a stress, and then Then I felt a biting coldness. Judging from his abnormal body, which is no longer a human being, it is quite telling that he can feel this way. “It’s hard to persuade the damned person with good words!” The rickety old man shook his head and whispered. Qin Yao frowned slightly, suppressed the anger rising in his heart, and continued to move forward. "If you don't buy my cotton clothes, I bet you won't be able to walk a hundred steps, and you will freeze to death on the bridge." Seeing that he kept ignoring him, the rickety old man sneered, and his words became more and more unpleasant. Qin Yao paused, turned around and looked around. His voice was colder than the bridge: "Say it again!" "I'm kindly reminding you, otherwise it will be too late if the situation I mentioned actually occurs." The rickety old man said. Qin Yao said coldly: "Don't use good intentions to modify your bad words. I will give you a chance to apologize immediately." "I'm just telling the truth. What's wrong with me? It's just you who doesn't listen to kind words. You actually accuse me of something wrong. I don't know what it means." As he said that, the old man waved his hands in disgust and turned around to walk towards the tombstone. Like a house, just close the door. “Oh, the world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders.” Qin Yao sneered, striding like a meteor to the front of the Tombstone House. “Bang!” Kicking hard and smashing the door made of unknown material, Qin Yao lowered his eyes and looked down at the confused old man: "Do you think that all ghosts and gods should give way to you, and should care about your words with a generous mind? Isn’t it right? Don’t you hear that those who speak evil words will suffer the consequences of having their tongues pulled out!” The writing about "fishing" is so exciting... I must work hard to save manuscripts in the future~
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