Chapter 65: The Bad Talker
The relationship between men has never been established overnight, and the depth of friendship is directly proportional to the process of contact.
What's more, 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 except for 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...
Up to this moment, following him, he stepped into the hall full of ghosts and ghosts. He saw the ghosts passing by clasping their fists and calling them sir, and the ghosts and gods in official uniforms opening their mouths and calling them judges. Wherever they went, the ghosts separated. Suddenly I became more aware of it.
The 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, the seducer is not the bottom of the chain of contempt. Below him, 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. 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, his soul power was ink, and there was a line of big words written on it: Go to the city of futile death, look for ten thousand years of fleshy Ganoderma lucidum, and finally Those who bring back Ganoderma lucidum first can exchange it for a bone-breaking menstrual cleansing pill.
“Ancestor, how effective is this Fugu Menstrual Cleansing Pill?”
Qin Yao looked around and always felt that the name of Wannian Meat Ganoderma was much louder than that of Jingjing 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 finally push him to the level of invulnerability." Zhang Deyang put down his arms and said.
“What if I feed my master Wannian Meat Ganoderma 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 materials and earthly treasures cannot be eaten directly."
Qin Yao: "..."
What a danger.
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 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 actually another reason for this mission." Looking at him as if he breathed a sigh of relief, Zhang Deyang twitched his cheeks and said through the voice: "I know who is in the city of vain death. There is 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 look up to you, but it is too easy to make someone look down on you and create a prejudice...
Zhang Deyang smiled slightly, took out his official seal, and used his spiritual energy to Hold it up and print it towards 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 Yin Division cannot let go of this kind of authority, otherwise it will definitely cause chaos in the underworld. "
Qin Yao nodded silently.
Think 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 A few words of explanation, please listen carefully."
Qin Yao looked serious and said solemnly. : "Ancestor, please speak."
"First, don't believe any ghost talk on the road. Second, no matter in any situation, don't be greedy for any form of petty gains. Third, no matter what No matter how thirsty or hungry you are, you cannot drink water from Hades or eat food from Hades." Zhang Deyang ordered.
Qin Yao thought for a moment and nodded heavily: "I have 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 all year round. It is so gloomy 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 as he turned to look at the bridge At the end of the day, by the bridge, 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 trembled with stress. I shuddered, and then felt a biting coldness.
Judging from his abnormal physique, which is now inhumane, it speaks volumes that he can feel this way.
"It's hard to persuade that damned person!" 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 can't 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 what I said will really happen." In that case, it will be too late," the rickety old man said.
Qin Yao said coldly: "Don't modify your bad words with good intentions. I'll give you a chance to apologize immediately."
"I just told the truth, what's wrong? It's you, no." It’s just a matter of listening to kind words, but you actually accuse me of something wrong. I don’t know what to say.” As he said that, the old man waved his hands in disgust, turned around and walked towards the tombstone-shaped room, closing the door behind him.
“Oh, the world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders.” Qin Yao sneered and strode to the tombstone house.
“Bang!”
Kicked hard and broke the door made of unknown material. Qin Yao lowered his eyes and looked down at the confused old man: “Do you think all ghosts and gods are I should let you go and take care of the inappropriateness of your words with a generous mind. Don’t you think that those who speak evil words will suffer the consequences of having their tongues pulled out?”
It’s so exciting to write about fishing...
I must work hard to save manuscripts in the future~
(End of this chapter)
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