"Looking at the accent, you are not from Luoyang, right? Why are you here?

Where is my brother from the same clan? Hurry up and bring the White Tiger King here, I will hold a banquet for him to wash away the dust, with good wine and meat, there will be enough for him."

Unknowingly, "Mr. One Eye Five" had lowered his guard against "Wang Shanjun", a fellow sect member of his own White Tiger.

Feeling his concern and pride, the five ghosts seemed to have found support.

The eyebrows drooped, the lips trembled slightly, the nose twitched...the facial features on the five ghosts' faces together formed an extremely moved expression.

The last one with "open mouth" spoke, and the five ghosts couldn't wait to sell their tigers cleanly with one sentence:

"Wang Shanjun doesn't know something. The Bai family in Xiaoshan is divided. It's really not easy for Dalang to live here alone.

The life of the ministers is also miserable!"

"Our Bai family has lived in the Xiaoshan Mountains for thousands of miles. We have dozens of children in our family. We are also a well-known and wealthy family in the mountains. We have a great reputation."

“I don’t know why, but the winters have been getting longer and colder over the years. In the summer, Guanzhong is either experiencing severe drought or flooding.

No matter how rich the mountain is, the family will no longer be able to support the many potbellied children."

"The old lady in the family simply decided to separate the family. Dalang is the strongest among his peers. He has already awakened the [Innate Divine Power: Soul-Taking Netherworld], and he is further away from home than all his brothers.

But with the help of five of our brothers, Erlang, Sanlang and Wulang are definitely not comparable."

"The big man came to Beimang Mountain just to occupy a piece of hunting ground, so that he can be the name of the tiger, so that I and other subordinates can follow the master to ascend to heaven.

And we just found out yesterday that there is a group of military households at the foot of Beimang Mountain specializing in [White Tiger Art of War].

If we can eat a few more hearts of these Tao soldiers, Dalang's innate magical powers will surely grow rapidly."

‘A mere beast is not only good at eating people, but it also eats the hearts of us ‘White Tiger Warriors’ reservists?’

Wang Yuan couldn't help but feel angry. It was already an unpardonable crime to eat people, but it was even more sinful to eat someone like him. How could he be spared?

'However, the magical power awakened by this tiger spirit is also [soul-taking]?'

The description of the second state [marrow training and blood exchange] in "The Thirty-Six Books of Martial Arts, Volume 8" emerged in his mind.

When you first enter this territory, you can join the "White Tiger Warriors" of the 36th Battalion and naturalize as a Taoist soldier.

When the second level is completed, [Taoist] will have a certain chance to awaken one of the three magical powers: [Gengjin Divine Wind], [Soul-taking], and [Imperial Tiger Talisman].

Although it cannot be used to cast the Taoist base [Shou Ji] like a warlock to enter the Tao, the potential is very limited, but it can greatly increase the combat effectiveness of the [Tao soldiers].

It is said that this is the fundamental reason why the "General's Law" can unify the power of soldiers and generals to achieve "an enemy of ten thousand people".

Wang Yuan had never heard that a reserve [Taoist] like himself who practiced the [White Tiger Art of War] could be used as the best ration for the Tiger Refining Art.

'Wait a minute! I remember that in "The Thirty-Six Books of Martial Arts, Volume 8", there is an annotation left by the [Taoist General] Wang Gong.

If you want to quickly practice [White Tiger Art of War] to the inhuman state of [marrow training and blood exchange], you need to supplement it with a special secret medicine - Huyang Liquor.

The main ingredients are tiger whip, tiger blood, tiger marrow, and tiger bone. The best effect is achieved when it is made into essence.

Without the help of this secret medicinal wine, people with mediocre qualifications may not be able to break through that level even if their energy and blood are exhausted.’

‘Since the White Tiger Master can rely on the ‘White Tiger Warriors’ who are in reserve to practice, let’s think about it the other way around.

If I eat the tiger marrow and tiger marrow of this White Tiger... well, what, maybe I can not only successfully enter the second realm [inhuman], but also awaken my innate supernatural powers in advance!'

Once this idea appeared in Wang Yuan's mind, it never left him.

Most of the secret medicines needed by the thirty-sixth battalion [Taoist soldiers] are in the hands of the Great Yan court and relevant generals.

By controlling the rationing of resources, they ensured that [Tao soldiers] from various military households were completely under their control, which indirectly ensured that their status would not be shaken.

Although Wang Yuan has the fate of [White Tiger Holding Power], he is confident that he can break through [Marrow Training and Blood Transfusion] before the age of twenty without the assistance of medicinal wine.

But what he lacks most now is time!

As a weird gourmet who had eaten weird bones and weird skin before, he didn't care that there was another tiger spirit added to his recipe.

You eat people's hearts alive.

By coincidence, I drank tiger marrow raw, and we were indeed a match made in heaven.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Yuan had very thoughtfully arranged the places for the various belongings of the "brother of the same clan", including tiger skins, tiger marrow, tiger bones, tiger blood, tiger whips...

But his face remained calm, and he praised Mr. Ichimego:

"Beimang Mountain is originally a remnant of Mount Wei, and is quite far away from the main mountain.

Mr. Baishan spared no effort to sacrifice the near and far for the sake of his people. He is really an enviable brother."

Then he asked jokingly:

"Has your tiger eaten many people? How many ministers like you do he have under his command?"

"My uncle eats away from home, and he eats cattle, sheep, and humans. Naturally, he eats a lot of people along the way. His favorite food is the tender heart, liver, and entrails.

Every meal arrangement is made by our five food ministers.

However, the number of places for my Da Lang [Shuhun Tongyou] is limited, and among the twenty-three men, women, old and young who have eaten along the way, none of them is qualified to become a vassal alongside us."

When he said this, the five ghosts were quite proud.

The thinking of these five ghosts is really strange. After being eaten by a tiger and turned into a ghost, they not only actively find people for the tiger to eat, but also fear that other ghosts will take their place.

The relationship between "tyrant" and "sycophant" is indeed very appropriate to describe the tiger and the demon.

Little did they know that they had leaked the details of their tiger to an even more unscrupulous gourmet, and indirectly leaked half of its life.

‘There is only one tiger in the house, and only these five ghosts are with me. The magical power is [to seize the soul and channel the ghosts], and the recipe is: cattle, sheep, humans and animals are not taboo.

Goal: Find a hunting ground commensurate with the status of the tiger.’

After counting the collected information in detail, Wang Yuan already had a good idea.

So he stopped talking and jumped directly to the last step of this fraud:

"Although Beiman Mountain is vast, I don't mind sharing the territory with your tiger.

But I know that there is one of the best hunting grounds in the world in this mountain.

If you can get it, not to mention laying a foundation, even achieving the position of mountain god of Beiman Mountain will definitely not be a dream."

"really?!"

Mr. Ichigo used his incomplete facial features to vividly perform for Wang Yuan what it means to be elated.

I really can’t blame the Five Ghosts for being so excited.

Every tiger has the ambition to become a mountain god.

Once in power, the ghosts under him can naturally take a step further and become temple officials instead of ghosts.

Then Wang Yuan smiled mysteriously and drew a pie that no one could resist:

"Have you ever heard of the 'Beimang Mountain Blessed Land', one of the seventy-two blessed places in China in Chi County?"

Hearing this, the one eye shared by the five ghosts suddenly lit up in a frightening way.

...

Wang Yuan is still fooling around.

After receiving the bad news, Daling Village was already in a state of panic.

"Patriarch, there is not even a ghost in the royal mausoleum. Not only that fool, but also Wang Cheng and others, as well as Ge Daoye's people are missing!"

As daylight dawned, Wang Yunhu discovered that Wang Cheng and Wang Cheng, who had brought "baits" to the royal tomb to offer sacrifices, had never returned.

He immediately ordered his mausoleum guards to go up the mountain again and enter the royal mausoleum to check, but they brought back unexpected news.

"What about the fool's house?"

"There is nothing abnormal, and we also specifically checked Wang Yuan's 'grandpa' who Wang Cheng had reported.

Except for the traces of Wang Yuan, there are no other traces of popularity or life in the dilapidated courtyard, and [Xi Yan Sha Guizhuan] did not react at all."

After pondering for a while, the tiger-backed Wang Yunhu waved his hand.

"Go down."

After the most capable mausoleum guard left, the clan leader, who looked unhappy, took out a flowerpot covered with black cloth from the cabinet and placed it on the table in front of him.

Lifting off the black cloth, underneath is a purple-black mushroom that looks like a little old man.

Wang Yunhu caught a rooster, broke its neck and dripped blood on it. The rooster immediately began to beat like a heart, and then opened three small slits that looked like eyes and mouth.

"Master Ge, there seemed to be an accident last night when we were putting out the bait...

No one dared to approach [Owl God Tomb], and no one knew what happened.

The manpower loss is small, but if we cannot be sure whether [Owl God's Tomb] has swallowed the bait, it will directly affect the success or failure of our plan."

Let me briefly explain what happened here to this Rouzhi one by one.

What Ge Daoye practiced was one of the direct descendants of the "Peach Shinto" [Mexican Immortality Method], and what was left here was a differentiated sub-body, specially used to communicate news.

After listening to Wang Yunhu's words, the bloody mass of meat squirmed and made a high-pitched sound:

"Pindao already knows that Taoist Wild Dog's natal peach has withered last night. I will send another disciple to take charge of the overall situation.

In order to fish those two things out of the mouth of [Owl God's Tomb], you must drop enough bait for it to eat.

Although that fool is very rare, he doesn't have to do it. Regardless of whether he was eaten by [Owl God's Tomb] last night, he just needs to make amends.

You try to continue sending people up the mountain to search, and I will seize the time to re-identify the target and try to catch another bait that is closely related to the fate of 'King Yili' and send it up."

"Where to arrest people?"

The terrifying and evil humanoid Rouzhi let out a sinister smile:

"Haha, Luoyang Palace!"

Even though Wang Yunhu was so bold, he couldn't help but turn pale when he heard these words. After his eyes flickered for a while, they turned into a determined and fierce look:
Chapter completed!