super ghost system

Chapter 61 Invite the Ghost King

The driver saw that the people in the car were strange and going to strange places, so he knew something was wrong.

But when he saw that Zhao was taking money easily, he didn't hesitate at all.

They didn't say anything either, as far as they were concerned, as long as they had money, let alone go to the cemetery in the city, even Qiankun Mountain would do.

However, relying on his professionalism, he still said: "You are going to visit the elders in the cemetery in the suburbs. You are really filial. Many people nowadays have no such thoughts, and you are rare."

In Zhao Shiren's mind, he kept replaying the scene where the deputy director of the demolition office smashed his head with an iron pan, and his five-story building was demolished into ruins. He couldn't help burning with hatred, as if The surging Yangtze River and the Yellow River then encountered steep cliffs and rushed for thousands of miles.

Looking at the driver, he said in a cold tone: "There are other things, hurry up."

Most of the drivers are able to observe the words and expressions. There are many customers they receive, and each type of person uses different methods. One can tell that Zhao Shi is infinitely close to madness, and the last thing he can hear is that people bother him.

Walking through the streets lined with trees, they stopped at a place surrounded by trees, with a large courtyard with open electric gates in the middle, and the four words "suburb cemetery" on the fluorescent screen.

Around the walls of the cemetery, words and small portraits are pasted, such as "The dead rest in peace, the living are safe"...

"arrive."

The driver stepped on the brake and said with a smile.

Zhao Shiren still had a stern face. Now he just wanted to kill people, and he walked straight to the cemetery without replying to the driver.

The driver said angrily in a low voice: "A local ruffian, what's there to pretend for? Cut, you still have the face to pay homage to your family. If I were your parents, I'll whip you with a bench."

Then drive forward.

Zhao Shiren came here, of course not to worship his ancestors, but to find a ghost king.

Walking along the path of the cemetery, we walked to the center of the place. The scattered tombs were all carved with stone tablets, which looked very beautiful and honorable.

"This is not, this is not... found it!"

Following Zhao Shiren's eyes, he discarded the tombs with stone tablets until he found a tomb that had no signs because of the long time, and only a small bag of earth remained, and stopped.

Zhao Shiren quickly took out three cigarettes from his pocket and lit them at the same time. The index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his left hand covered the index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his right hand. Then he reversed it and pressed it on the soil bag.

I saw that the curling cigarettes did not go straight up to the sky, but kept going down to the ground, shuttling back and forth, as if something was being absorbed below.

Zhao Shiren hurriedly bowed and said politely: "Master Ghost King, I am Zhao Shiren, the head of Guanying Hall. I have a business today and I want to discuss it with you in detail."

The soil bag seemed to have heard Zhao Shiren's words. After the cigarette was absorbed, a black shadow appeared, covering Zhao Shiren in an instant, and pulling it into the soil bag.

Zhao is familiar with people, so he is not nervous, because this is not the first time, and at the same time, in his heart, he is already surrounded by hatred, and most of the others are ignored.

This is a black space, and almost nothing can be seen. The most conspicuous thing is a ball of green light in front of Zhao Shiren. If you look closely, you can find that there are long and narrow eyes in this light, and there are tall eyes. It has a straight nose and a mouth that looks like a wild boar, as if it was torn out by a rope.

"Why did you come to see me?" The ghost king of the cemetery replied gloomyly.

When ordinary people hear it, most of them will feel numb, like falling into an ice cave.

After all, Zhao Shiren has been practicing Taoism for many years. Although he is not particularly proficient in Taoism, he has a solid foundation and has little influence.

"It's like this. I want you, Ghost King, to help me kill someone. When the time comes, there will be a reward."

"Kill? Are you kidding me? What will you give me in exchange? If it's not in my interest, don't mention it anymore. Even if you say it, I won't go."

"In terms of benefits, I can't give you too much, but the person you killed can definitely satisfy you."

"Now, you have aroused my curiosity. If you don't tell me, I will be elated, and I will let you die today!"

The ghost king of the cemetery said harsh words, the green ball of light was like a rowboat swimming on the water, splashing countless waves, fluttering like white ribbons.

"According to my analysis, that person has a pure Yang body!"

This pure yang body was of course made up by Zhao Shiren. Only this could lead the Cemetery Ghost King in. He would not forget that the last time he sacrificed the lives of three newborn babies in order to use the Cemetery Ghost King to kill people, he But it took a lot of desperate money and coerced and lured people to get it out, and the price was too high.

This time, he put all his eggs in one basket and broke the boat, and he didn't care about his reputation.

"Good stuff." The ghost king of the cemetery revealed a hungry attitude: "Take me to have a look, remember, at night, if you do it during the day, it will deplete my cultivation."

"That is, that is!"

……

Wei Feng went to the temple first, and placed two of the Gumantong dolls under the statue, suppressing the evil spirits with arrogance and preventing evil spirits from appearing.

Wei Feng took the other ancient mantong back home.

"Master, I don't have any pain now, and I feel very comfortable. I must be able to leave the test now!"

Jianghuai hadn't contacted for a long time, but telepathy came.

"How about it, how is the quasi-ghost king Wutong doing?"

"Who am I, Jiang Huai? That's the master's loyal younger brother, the smartest servant of the gods. Of course it's easy to refine that stupid ghost."

"Can you come out now? I'll help you find a storage body. In this case, you can still fight even in the daytime."

"Can you fight during the day? Is it true?"

Although Jiang Huai is the king of ghosts, he is still a ghost, and cannot live in the sun, unlike the ferocious ghosts and painted skin ghosts on the Hundred Ghosts List, who can appear during the day.

In his words, even if they are powerful, only night is their time. If they can really fight during the day, that would be great.

Wei Feng rolled up his sleeves, the tattoo changed slightly.

The faint blue light rose and saw Jiang Huai's appearance.

Probably the shape has not changed, originally it has no face, and the smashed facial features are completely destroyed.

At this time, it can be found that the facial features have grown out, but they are sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, very thin, with two fleshy wings behind, the whole body is blue, densely covered with lightning, looks mighty and domineering, very imposing.

Wei Feng praised: "We haven't seen him for a few days, but he looks handsome again."

Jiang Huai heard this, and said without much excitement: "I wanted to find a female ghost, but who knew that after the refinement failed, the whole body was covered with lightning..."

(End of this chapter)