The Secret Way of Immortality

Ren Qing smiled somewhat awkwardly.

Only then did he learn from Mu Yi that the main reason it took more than twenty days was that Lin Cheng's serious injuries had not healed, and only now was the quota for the reserve confirmed.

"There are a total of four reserves this time. Once you are promoted to the Ghost Messenger Realm, you will become an official Jailer after a year."

Mu Yi took out a booklet and asked, "Tell me the main technique you practice. If something related to a strange object occurs, the Jailer Hall will send you there based on the technique."

Ren Qing said without hesitation, "The main practice is the No-Eyed Method, and the realm is the Double-Pupiled Half-Corpse Realm."

Usually, similar tasks have at least two or three Jailers and reserves. The auxiliary ability of the double-pupiled is most suitable for doing odd jobs.

"Huh?"

Mu Yi was stunned.

The No-Eyed Method is not considered a rare technique in the Jailer Hall, after all, it had mysteriously spread out a few years ago.

But it was the first time she had heard of a double-pupiled person, which made her a little curious.

"What are the specific abilities of the double pupils?"

Ren Qing only said that his eyes could see more details.

However, he deliberately concealed the soul separation that was gradually being developed.

Mu Yi didn't show any strangeness after hearing this, and even when recording, she only briefly described the double pupils.

Ren Qing's performance in the Disaster Elimination Forbidden Zone showed that it would not take long for him to be promoted to the Ghost Messenger Realm, so it was better to give him some face.

"In fact, some cultivators in the Jailer Hall live there permanently to facilitate access to resources."

Ren Qing couldn't help but ask, "Is there a market for transactions in the Jailer Hall?"

"There is a place called the Ghost Market, but it is only open on the fifteenth of every month."

Ren Qing thanked her quickly.

Then he heard Mu Yi say, "I wonder if Old Song has mentioned the Secret Pavilion to you, which contains information on how to advance to the Ghost Messenger Realm..."

Before Mu Yi could finish speaking, she suddenly turned into dust and disappeared. It turned out that she was just a puppet created with magic.

After thinking for a moment, Ren Qing decided to go to the Secret Pavilion before being promoted, but he would take care of the outside affairs first.

He was mainly hesitating whether to move out of the Fire Worker Hall, so he simply paid attention to whether there were any suitable courtyards in the city.

But before Ren Qing could make a choice, Zhao Shuli, who had learned the news, was even more anxious than him.

When Zhao Shuli heard that Ren Qing had become a reserve, his first feeling was disbelief.

He had indeed contacted Ren Qing a few times, and only felt that Ren Qing was more clever. Could it be that he had already mastered immortal techniques?

Immediately, Zhao Shuli realized that this was a great opportunity.

If he could keep Ren Qing, even if it was just a nominal position, he would have a support in case of trouble.

Zhao Shuli sneaked into the Fire Worker Hall, and the two quickly reached a consensus.

Ren Qing usually doesn't need to pay attention to the affairs of the Fire Worker Hall.

Even if Zhao Shuli asks for his help, his duty is only to confirm the situation, so as to avoid a large number of casualties among the yamen runners.

Ren Qing's salary has naturally increased a lot, so why not do it?

In this way, he went from being a hands-off shopkeeper in the dark to a hands-off shopkeeper in the open, and Bo Feng called him a good fellow.

The Blood Dog Gang may have also heard about it, and since then, they have been constantly sending the eyeballs of livestock to the yamen.

Ren Qing accepted them with a smile on the surface, but in fact he had already begun to consider whether to completely cut off the stewed offal business.

The fighting between the gangs is getting worse.

Every day, there are more than a dozen corpses in the west of the city, some of which are even mixed with martial artists, which shows that the situation is somewhat out of control.

Ren Qing does not intend to intervene.

He just wants to be promoted to the Ghost Messenger Realm as soon as possible, and unconsciously, the accumulated lifespan has exceeded ten years.

It seems that this trip to the Secret Pavilion is unavoidable.

Even if he forcibly advances with information flow, he should go for both emotional and rational reasons.

At least he can avoid some detours.

Ren Qing found a late night and took out the bone key from the alien stomach.

He put on a rain-proof coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, and also covered his face with a black cloth.

Then Ren Qing cut his palm, and the bone key greedily absorbed the blood, becoming as warm as jade.

Ten breaths passed in a flash, and the bone key turned into blood-red powder.

According to what Song Zongwu said, Ren Qing dipped some blood powder with his fingertips and then drew the shape of a door on the wall of the厢房.

The smell of blood permeated.

The bricks in the doorway gradually turned into rotten flesh, giving people the feeling that they were pieced together with minced meat.

After a long time, the flesh doorway turned into ordinary wood.

But Ren Qing always felt that the original wood grain of the door became more and more awkward, a bit like distorted and deformed human faces.

He calmed down and stepped in, and his eyes fell into boundless darkness again.

This time, Ren Qing skillfully found the tunnel leading to the Jailer Hall and landed on solid ground after a brief period of weightlessness.

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He couldn't help but look around, and soon figured out where he was in the pouring blood rain. In fact, he was still at the junction of the ribs and the stomach wall.

Ren Qing knocked off a piece of the bone key and put it into his alien stomach, and then went down along the ribs.

Perhaps because the selection of reserves was over, there were more people in the Jailer Hall.

Ren Qing encountered several strange-looking Jailers on the road.

There was even one with a mouth like a mosquito's proboscis on his face, constantly sucking the blood gushing out of the stomach wall.

Ren Qing did not have too much contact, but followed the route drawn by Song Zongwu and went to the northwest corner of the Jailer Hall.

He was not worried about getting lost in the Jailer Hall.

The Secret Pavilion is still relatively easy to find, after all, its shape is similar to an inverted five-story pagoda, which is the tallest building in the Jailer Hall.

It's a pity that the Ghost Market is still more than half a month away from opening, otherwise he could have seen it along the way.

When Ren Qing was far away from the ribs, he gradually encountered fewer Jailers.

In fact, most of the Jailers live outside, and the area of ​​Avici Hell is relatively vast, so there are not many areas actually divided by the Jailers.

Ren Qing was not in a hurry to reach the Secret Pavilion, but focused on honing himself.

He swallowed pig eyes one after another, and his lifespan steadily increased.

When Ren Qing could vaguely see the tower body through the mist, he quickly quickened his pace.

Half an hour later, a simple black tower appeared in his eyes.

The tower was large at the top and small at the bottom, like a funnel standing on a hill, which looked extremely strange.

Ren Qing came to the tower and gently pushed open the half-covered door with force, and a thick layer of dust came to his face.

There were eight bookshelves on the first floor, and spider webs were everywhere in the corners, which showed that not many Jailers came on weekdays.

Ren Qing was choked by the dust and couldn't help coughing a few times.

Then footsteps came.

After a Jailer discovered a stranger, he hurriedly walked out of the Secret Pavilion.

Ren Qing subconsciously glanced at it, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The land was completely unrecognizable, the traces of beastization on his body were more obvious, he was covered in thick scales, and he could only vaguely recognize him from his eyebrows.

"Cough cough cough, do we know each other?"

The land's hoarse voice sounded.

"Senior, I don't know you."

Ren Qing replied expressionlessly, his eyes swept over the land, and he always felt that it was a bit different from the Jailer he had contacted.

The two brushed past each other, and the land disappeared into the blood rain.

[If nothing unexpected happens, I will be promoted tomorrow!]

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