I Brush Attributes from Ghosts

Chapter 490 Come, bring the tribute

Li Qing raised his forehead, his tense heart relaxed a little upon hearing the arrival of the old ancestor.

If there is no old ancestor, Li Qing is really afraid that he will not be able to control the scene, and the place where the ancient Yin Qi explodes will eventually be the world of ghosts and ghosts.

Styx Hanoi.

Wang Ping is like a fish, wandering in the Styx, swimming freely.

"The River Styx is a locked treasure house."

Swimming to the bottom of the Styx River, Wang Ping looked around and saw many treasures at a glance.

There are rare and rare treasures buried in the bottom of the river. It is strange to say that the treasures in the Styx River may be due to dead objects, and they have not been impacted by the Styx River and are well preserved.

"It seems that Styx is not aggressive towards dead objects, but ordinary things, even dead objects, cannot withstand Styx's attack."

Wang Ping recalled his mobile phone. After he was washed into the river Styx, the mobile phone in his pocket melted. If Wang Ping hadn't spent a lot of money to buy it from the government, he might have disappeared.

The river is pitch black, and Hanoi is pitch black, but the bottom of the river is not completely dark. There are faint lights, like shining sparks in the darkness, lighting up the light.

That is the light of the Styx treasure.

"Sycamore wood, Huangquan stone, Huangquan bottom stone, Huangquan grass..."

Wang Ping looked around, and could vaguely see the treasure that was mostly buried by the sand at the bottom of the river.

He didn't pick it up, because there were too many things in Styx, and his storage space couldn't fit them, so he planned to pick up expensive and rare ones.

At the same time, Wang Ping glanced at the storage space.

In the storage space, "Momotaro" lies quietly in it.

Deep eyes, the luster flashed away.

Others may not know about "Momotaro", but Wang Ping does know a little.

Wang Ping retracted his gaze and fixed his gaze on a pitch-black ring on his finger. This was a ring given to him by his great-grandfather Wang Tongtian, and it had the ability to store things.

In addition to the storage ring, the great-grandfather Wang Tongtian also gave him the old grandfather's corpse, which was inside the storage ring.

At this time, Wang Ping's eyes were on the corpse of the grandfather who stored the ring.

He was looking at the clothes on the grandfather's body, and at the clothes on "Momotaro". Although the styles of the two clothes were different, they were exactly the same in terms of material.

Wang Ping can find out this point.

"Perhaps, the fact that I can get "Momotaro" from the Styx River worship may be the reason why I have this grandfather's corpse." Wang Ping stood at the bottom of the Styx River, rubbing his chin.

"Momotaro" and the corpse of the grandfather must be related, or in other words, the two are not related, but they come from the same era.

Wang Ping is more inclined to the former, "Momotaro" has a relationship with the old man.

Carefully observe the face of the grandfather, and the face of "Momotaro", there are so many similarities.

Although in today's world there are always some people who have no blood relationship but look similar, but Wang Ping does not believe that such a small probability will be encountered by him.

The key is that these are still two ancient corpses.

To be from the same era, but also to look similar but not related by blood, this probability is lower than winning the lottery.

Thinking of this, Wang Ping had a strange expression.

"Good guy, did I get a pair of corpses of my grandfather and grandson? Will there be a mummified corpse at that time? Is the whole family going to be neat and tidy?"

Putting aside his thoughts, Wang Ping didn't intend to think about these things. He knew too little about the clues and information about his grandfather's and grandson's corpses. It would be useless to think about them now, except for consuming brain cells.

Afterwards, Wang Ping swam along the Styx River.

With the ability to control water, Wang Ping swims so fast that he doesn't know how long he has been swimming.

On the way, as long as Wang Ping finds precious treasures, he will store them in the storage space.

a long time.

Wang Ping's 140 cubic storage space was filled.

"Let's just do this first, and come back later, no one can take it away anyway." Wang Ping muttered to himself, no one can come down from Styx except himself, and there is no way to take all the treasures of Styx away without fear of being taken away.

Wang Ping didn't go back to the river where Li Qing and the others were, but swam towards the river above his head, and he planned to stay there for a while.

Another reason is that Wang Ping faintly heard a sound from the river above.

A riverside of the Styx.

There are tens of thousands of ghosts gathered here, and looking up, they are densely packed one after another, and their strength becomes stronger as they get closer to the river, and the strongest one seems to be a king.

He is the King of Black Wind, the king of Huangquan Styx who advocates attacking the camp where the human world is located.

Compared with the Ghost Flame King, the Heifeng King's Styx Tomb Sweeping Day is more grand and imposing. He came with the power of the whole country, leading the army of ghosts from his own country.

Worshiping the Ching Ming Festival with the power of the whole country is one of the most devout ways for Huangquan Styx to celebrate the Ching Ming Festival.

"My ancestors, I have come to pay respects to you today on Qingming Festival. I hope that you, Styx, will know, and help my Black Wind Kingdom to prosper, and help my strength to reach another level!"

The Heifeng King, who was dressed in a black royal robe, spoke loudly in all directions, shaking as if the water of the Styx River was boiling and rolling.

"Come here, bring up the tribute."

This is a Yellow Spring Grass, an unusual Yellow Spring Grass, but a very old Yellow Spring Grass, at least eight or nine hundred years old.

Black Wind King held Huangquan Grass in both hands and threw it towards the Styx River.

In Huangquan Styx, if you want to get a gift from Styx on Ching Ming Festival, the most effective way is to worship the whole country and pay high tribute, and you will have a high probability of getting a gift from Styx.

Of course, it is also a big gamble, because the gift you get is not necessarily better than the tribute you get.

Black Wind King obviously intends to take a gamble.

Pfft!

Huangquancao was thrown into the Styx River.

The water of the Styx River was tumbling, and there were big waves, and the mysterious Styx power was permeating the air. The Black Wind King watched with bated breath, a little nervous.

"coming!"

His eyes lit up, and the Black Wind King was pleasantly surprised. He found a black figure the size of a man emerging from Hanoi on the Styx River.

Seeing such a big black shadow, Black Wind King was excited, and quickly thought about why the gift from Styx was so important.

At the same time, the army of ghosts in the Black Wind Kingdom looked sideways, curious as to what the gift from Styx was.

Thinking about it, the black shadow slowly surfaced.

"Uh... what is that?"

"It seems...it seems to be a head...fuck! It's really a human head!"

Ding!The army of ghosts was stunned, this wouldn't be a corpse, could it be the corpse of "King King"?attribute +100

Not long after, a black shadow emerged from the water, it was raining alone.

Wang Ping!

Under the shocked eyes of the Black Wind King and the army of ghosts, Wang Ping, who surfaced himself, said to the Black Wind King.

"I said little brother, what's the matter with you? Why did you throw things into the river? You almost hit me, do you know?"

"What did you lose? Is this it?"

Wang Ping raised his left hand and took out a large golden ax that he got at the bottom of the Styx River.

"Or, is this what you threw into the river?"

As he spoke, Wang Ping raised his right hand and took out a big silver ax that he got at the bottom of the Styx River.

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Chapter 490 of course, I am the river god

Heifeng Wang was standing on the bank of the river, and his current expression gave off a sense of irony and scorn, as he stared blankly at Wang Ping, who was surfacing on the surface of the Styx River.

It's not just him, the army of ghosts in the Black Wind Kingdom is all dumbstruck.

If you look around, you can see the real army of Mubiguo, the Mubiguo on the Wubi tree, the people sitting in rows under the Wubi tree, and the rows of Wubi's faces, the scene is spectacular.

Ding!Black Wind King looked dull, is that... a person? !attribute +10

Ding!The army of ghosts was stunned, is there anyone in Styx?attribute +100

"Little brother, why don't you talk? Are you dumbfounded by me? Or are you throwing things everywhere and don't want to admit it, so you pretend to be stupid?"

Wang Ping saw this group of foolish-looking Heifeng Wang and other ghosts, and said.

Immediately, the Black Wind King and the army of ghosts came back to their senses, and their hearts shook violently.

"There are people in Styx! This, this, how is this possible!!" A Xieyi's eyeballs were protruding, and he was extremely shocked.

Ding!The army of ghosts is shocking, it is really a person, we are not dazzled, we are not dreaming, someone is swimming in the river Styx!attribute +100

The ghosts of the Styx River in Huangquan know that there can be no living things in the Styx River, and any living thing that enters the river will undoubtedly die, and the "king" is no exception.

But now they see the exception!

Some people appeared in Styx, and they were still alive, talking to them.

Ding!Black Wind King was shocked, hell, why is there someone in Styx, attribute +10

at this time.

"Who says I'm a human? I'm a god, alright, Styx River God. Are you belittling me by saying I'm a human? Believe it or not, I'm going to kill you?" Wang Ping scolded.

Rumble!

The waves of the Styx River rose up, like a sky-swallowing beast opening its mouth to spurt blood, and huge waves of hundreds of feet surged, surging and surging, and the momentum was like a torrent.

The evil spirit from before screamed out in fright.

"what!!"