Ascension failed, the system took me away

"General Manager, the lady is almost here."

A bone horse came galloping over, and the little ghost on the horse fell off and reported to a ghost who looked to be of higher status and was wearing official uniform and holding a mourning stick on his arm.

"Well, pass it on, tell everyone to be prepared and make sure nothing goes wrong. If you mess up Mr. Black Mountain's wedding, we won't let you off with the mourning stick in our hands."

The ghost in official uniform controlled his tone and his posture made him look like a eunuch beside the emperor.

In fact, he was indeed a eunuch during his lifetime, and he held a high status and was very famous.

It was Wei Zhongxian, the Nine Thousand Year Old Man who was second only to the emperor and had power over the whole country.

With the death of Emperor Tianqi, Prince Xin ascended the throne and changed the reign title to Chongzhen. He, the nine thousand year old emperor, also lost his greatest support.

Within three months, Emperor Chongzhen found a reason to arrest him.

Wei Zhongxian knew that he was at the end of his rope, so he hanged himself on the way back to the capital.

After death, the ghost goes to the underworld, but because the life span is not over yet, it stays in the City of the Dead.

It just so happened that the Black Mountain Demon forced back the ghost soldiers and occupied the ghost town.

Relying on his cleverness that allowed him to live to be nine thousand years old, Wei Zhongxian volunteered to manage the City of the Dead in an orderly manner.

The Black Mountain Demon is a mountain. He usually lives alone in the wild. He has no education and doesn't know how to manage anything.

The subordinates he recruited were similar in that they were all good at fighting, while the rest were warmongers who knew nothing at all.

So Wei Zhongxian caught the attention of the Black Mountain Old Demon and started to live in this City of the Dead.

The wedding reception was also arranged by him. Although he was not a professional master of ceremonies, he had seen pigs run even though he had eaten pork.

They imitated the wedding customs of mortals in the world, and put up lights and decorations in this gloomy ghost town.

The big red lanterns, as bright red as blood, fluttered in the cold wind. The new ghost was not used to his identity as a ghost and felt a little creepy.

"By the way, Madam's team is led by Lord Yaksha?" Wei Zhongxian suddenly asked.

The little ghost who delivered the message immediately said, "Reporting to the chief steward, I have not seen Lord Yaksha. According to the leader, Lord Yaksha is still in the human world."

Wei Zhongxian nodded when he heard this, his eyes flickering and no one knew what he was thinking.

This Yaksha is actually the tree demon who was killed by Yan Chixia.

It was originally a subordinate of the Black Mountain Old Demon, and its body was broken up in a fight with other old ghosts.

By chance, the soul escaped to the human world and took over the body of a tree demon that had recently become a spirit.

He stayed there to heal his wounds and became the Black Mountain Demon's spy in the human world.

Wei Zhongxian had never seen Yaksha, but had only heard about it from other colleagues.

The wife that the Black Mountain Old Demon married this time was the one sent down from the human world by Yaksha. It is said that she has a very special physique and is not an ordinary ghost.

……

Under Wei Zhongxian's arrangement, the welcoming team at the gate of the City of the Dead was prepared in an orderly manner.

There are many talented ghosts in this ghost place. He pulled out some ghosts who understand music and temporarily put together a hell band.

Among all musical instruments, suona is the king, it either ascends to heaven or is worshipped in the hall.

It can be said that all the elements are ready for getting married in this underworld, and it is perfect.

The high-pitched and passionate music started playing, the loud and clear sound was so penetrating that it directly suppressed the ghost howlings brought by the howling wind.

It wasn’t because it was washed away by the festivity, but it was replaced by a more eerie and gloomy atmosphere.

Because those who play the suona are ghosts, and the breath they blow out is full of death and gloom, so no matter how they play it, it will never sound festive.

As the underworld band played, a red light appeared in the distance and approached the City of the Dead.

"Here she comes, the Madam is here, quickly inform the Master and roll out the red carpet..."

"Why does it smell like blood?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? We are all ghosts, how can we smell anything?"

"That's it."

"No, I think I really smelled it."

"Me too……"

Seeing his men whispering to each other, Wei Zhongxian frowned and was about to scold them, but the next moment he smelled blood.

The smell went straight into the soul and became extremely strong in an instant. Visions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood emerged in the mind.

The terrifying bloody aura made all the ghosts lose their self-consciousness instantly and sink into the illusion of the sea of ​​blood.

The sound of suona also stopped, and the eerie atmosphere disappeared for a moment.

A blood-red light flew from a distance and transformed into a figure wearing a blood-red Taoist robe. It was the Blood Demon.

He didn't even glance at these little ghosts who couldn't even bear a trace of his breath, and went straight into the City of the Dead.

In the great hall at the center of the city, the Black Mountain Demon, who had transformed into a human form, was bragging to his capable subordinates.

He was ten feet tall when he sat, and was covered in dull black armor. His face was as black as coal, and his features could not be discerned at all.

Only two eyes were flashing red light, and the red light was like the flame of a welding gun, shooting out a foot long.

The unclear face suddenly changed, and he sensed an extremely strong bloody aura approaching.

I quickly thought about who this enemy was, but I couldn't think of any one who fit the description.

Because no one in the underworld practices this kind of bloody evil energy, practicing this method requires the sacrifice of a large number of living things.

The land of the dead does not have such conditions. It is dominated by yin energy, including himself.

"Could it be a demonic cultivator from the human world?"

Just as the Black Mountain Old Demon was secretly guessing, a blood shadow appeared out of nowhere, and a sharp blade chopped down on his head.

The knife light was so sharp, fast and urgent that just one look at it made my eyes hurt and my soul unstable.

This is an attack that can kill the soul.

The Black Mountain Demon reacted quickly, and something flew up from above his pitch-black head to meet the knife light.

With a clang, the object was split in half. The knife light paused for a moment and then continued to fall, but it split nothing.

The Black Mountain Demon had seized the fleeting opportunity and moved away.

At this moment he felt a little scared. This sudden attack was too fast. If he had reacted a little slower, he would have been killed.

The thing that blocked the sword light for a moment was his helmet, which, like the armor on his body, was made of the Black Mountain of his original body.

It is also the most defensive part among all the armor parts.

Now he couldn't even block a single blow and was directly cut in half.

The divine mind connection established during the sacrifice was also severed and destroyed on the spot.

"You are quite good at escaping, but your men haven't learned your skills."

The blood demon transformed into a human form, making a knife flower with a very comfortable posture.

He didn't just chopped once, he didn't let other ghosts go. The blood shadow split into two, and he chopped each ghost with one knife.

The Black Mountain Demon dodged, but his subordinates were obviously not capable enough.

He didn't even have time to react and was stabbed directly in the soul.

Although he didn't die instantly, it was almost the same.

Their souls are dissipating, just like a leaky balloon, and cannot be stopped. Sooner or later, they will die.

The Blood Demon took out a scroll and unfolded it, saying calmly: "Do you want to live? If so, go in."

Upon hearing this, several ghosts that had been stabbed by the God-Slaying Blade, without the slightest hesitation, dragged their leaky souls and scrambled to get into the scroll.

There was a flash of golden light, and the contract was established.

The blood demon grinned and was in a very good mood.

He was so panicked at the beginning that he entered the Contract of the Gods just to save his life.

Forget the past.

Now that he sees other people being contracted by him in such a miserable state, he feels much more balanced.