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The Qiantang tide becomes more and more magnificent every year.

Although it attracts admiration from tourists, it is definitely not a good thing for locals.

When the tide comes, it is difficult for ships to sail, and the port city of Qiantang is naturally greatly affected. The offshore area is better, with Zhenhai Seal to smooth the waves, but unexpectedly the tide rolls back and destroys the towers.

But away from the mouth of the river, the sea is so fierce and turbulent that all ships have to go south to take shelter until the tide calms down before sailing again.

But somehow, in recent years, the tide has become stronger and the tide period has become longer.

There is talk among the public that it is because the people of Qian and Tang Dynasties gradually offered sacrifices to the Tide God and less to the Dragon King, which caused the Dragon King to be angry and the tide could not calm down. In the early years, several maritime merchants wanted to join forces to form a society to worship the Dragon King, but they were stopped by the Thirteenth Family, saying that

Don't waste your money on worshiping ghosts and gods, or you'll end up with nothing.

But this year, the tide period is particularly long. The tide started on August 15th, and by mid-October, there was still no flat tide.

As a result, Qiantang, a busy seaport city, has rarely slowed down, but people in the street will never be bored because of the recent strange and major events one after another, which makes people dizzy.

First, the ghost king wanted to build a temple, and then a fire that had never been seen in a century burned down Fuguifang. And today, a piece of news went viral throughout the city, detonating every street, alley, tea shop and restaurant.

The great ghost in the cave city, the messenger of the Dharma King, and the messenger of nightmare is dead!

The head was cut off and hung on the lintel.

Who can "resolve grievances"?!

Some say they are Huangfu ghosts that fly down from the mountains and specialize in eating evil... ghosts.

Some say that it is a newly arrived mage or wild god who wants to use Cave City as a stepping stone to make a name for himself.

Others say that there has never been any settlement of grievances, but that the Thirteen Families want to attack the Cave City and mobilize their troops!

Living people have different opinions, and even dead people can't agree.

Probably because the Thirteen Families ignore common affairs, as long as they do not go beyond the rules set by them, both humans and ghosts rely on their own autonomy.

It is said that the ghost head of Xingshanfang knows the details best, but he had attached himself to Chao Yixin early and was killed by Na Jiefengqiu at Luo Yong's banquet that night.

The remaining men did not attend the banquet and escaped. The horrified and murderous men who were avenged--the dozens of top men that night, not to mention alive, not even a remnant of their souls--were hiding, lest the other party would kill them all.

The rumors became more and more outrageous.

Some people even claimed that after Jiefengqiu massacred the He family's ghost house that night, he broke into his own home and raped and killed his mother-in-law. He hid under the bed and saw clearly the appearance of Jiefengqiu. He was seven feet tall and fat.

He was white and had three long strands of beard. When the man heard this, he was beaten severely and escorted to the government.

He said that person was his mother-in-law's concubine.

Because it is outrageous, it adds more flesh and blood, and allows everyone to express themselves freely. In less than a day, there is already a commentary on "Sweeping the Gang of Violents at Night" in the check box. I also believe that if it continues to ferment, there will be stupid men and women who will give it to me.

He erected a sacred tablet and worshiped it during every year and festival.

until……

…………

The pond fire danced miserably in the hall.

There were still piles of corpses all around, but a lot of flies were buzzing around. The dirty blood seeped into the gaps between the floor tiles and dried up, leaving a sticky layer on the ground. Luo Yong collapsed on the spot, the blood had long been drained, and his empty chest faced the equally empty

Doorway.

The ugly head is still hanging on it, and blood is still dripping from the neck, dyeing those three words red.

"Resolving grievances."

The Ghost King murmured.

He transformed into a kind-faced old man and stared deeply at the head of the Nightmare Messenger.

"I think back then, when the Cave City was first established, there were traitors inside and enemies outside, and the evil spirits inside and outside wanted to harm me. It was only thanks to the evil nightmare that he was willing to take risks and find out the news, so that he could use his tricks to eliminate the remaining enemies inside and outside in one fell swoop! From then on

When I got up, I took him as my heart, sharing blood, food, and incense with him. Now it has been three hundred years, three hundred years! I am about to walk out of this sewer and culvert, and declare myself a god in the world. The great cause will be accomplished, but I don’t expect to lose it.

Old friend!"

The fire in the room swelled, casting the ghost king's shadow into a terrifying behemoth, pressing deeply into the atrium.

The oppressed ghosts reduced their human figures and stood silently.

Under the pressure, there were about a dozen lying dead and living people lying down in the courtyard, their faces were bloodshot, their eyeballs were protruding, as if the blood and internal organs were about to be squeezed out of their orifices, but they remained motionless and silent.

They are all powerful people in Xingshanfang, and most of them are cronies of the master of the place. They were "invited" from their hiding places one by one by Cave City.

"You good believers have sharp ears and eyes. Can you have a few words to help an old man like me?"

The Ghost King lowered his eyes and smiled kindly, and the shadow became lighter.

Everyone in the court seemed to have broken free from the inexplicable shackles of terror. Everyone was sweating profusely and panting violently, but their eyes flashed, and no one dared to speak for a while.

"Dharma King Rongzhen."

Fortunately, not long after, a strong man stood up and crossed his arms.

This person is Fangzheng from Xingshanfang. His clothes are torn at this time. He must have been unhappy during the "invitation" process. The turban on his head is nowhere to be seen, revealing a short hair on his head. This is not surprising. He is naturally happy.

A monk from a good temple returned to secular life.

"The rules in the city are that people return during the day and ghosts return at night. Although they live in the same place, they are actually irrelevant. Although I am the official of the place, I only care about the people in the place during the day. How do I know the conditions of the ghosts and gods at night? What's more, I was the official of the place that night.

I was invited to the temple and talked about Buddhism with the abbot senior brother at night..."

Before he finished speaking, the shadows around Fangzheng suddenly grew heavy. A pair of skinny palms stretched out from the shadows and covered his mouth tightly. Without even a single exclamation, he was dragged into the shadows and disappeared without a trace.

"It seems that he can't help me."

The Ghost King shook his head slightly and asked with a smile.

"what about you?"

The words were like fluttering bait, and when they were thrown in, the people in the court who had been silent before began to "fight for food" like hungry dogs, fearing that if they were too late, they would never have the chance to speak again.

Someone grabbed the land with his head, crying and shouting: "It must be the wood dealer named Fan. His men often go to the mountains of the Southern Wilderness to collect wood, and they have met some Gu masters and goddesses. Brother Luo has been urging him to donate more giant trees.

He got anxious and called a wizard to harm people!"

Someone pushed their companions away with all their strength and shouted anxiously: "It's the Ruan family from Wenshufang! Their family had just arrived, so they spent a lot of money to buy a big house. The daughter-in-law of the family was also very beautiful, so the second head of the house took notice of him and spent a lot of time setting up a trap."

Maybe his family didn’t know how to appreciate it, so they used money to hire desperadoes to do it!”

Some people were so horrified that they lost their human form and spoke incoherently: "Ghosts, they are ghosts, they are evil ghosts sold to the sea. They came back in the dead man's boat to take revenge!"

The ghost king's face remained kind, but the shadow he cast became heavier and heavier.

He was already impatient.

Earth witches, desperadoes, wild ghosts...how can these unworthy things have the courage to challenge Cave City? How can they take off the head of a ghost?

Everyone in the court suddenly felt the sense of oppression returning, clenching every heartbeat and suffocating every breath. They begged for mercy, howled, and sobbed, and their voices became weaker and weaker.

"Cat God!"

Screams of difficulty rang out from the court.

The Ghost King's expression moved slightly, and the name made some impression.

The shadow became lighter, and a man rolled and crawled out of the crowd. His face was bruised, but it was Sun Bingcheng who had set up a scheme to seize the restaurant.

"It's the Cat God! A few days ago, many wild cats appeared in Xingshanfang." His face was covered with snot and tears and he couldn't care. "The Cat God comes from Fuguifang. Luo Yong burned Fuguifang with his front legs, and there are

If a wild cat comes to visit, the two must be related. No! It must be the cat god who killed Luo Yong and also harmed the messenger!"

The three words "cat god" made the ghost king involuntarily be wary, but he couldn't remember who this god was for a moment. It wasn't until the judge's messenger standing next to him stepped forward to remind him that he finally understood.

but……

Cat God, Li Daoren.

Fuguifang, Huaweng.

These two names were mixed together, and the Ghost King couldn't help but frown.

At this time, another ghost came forward. He was barefoot, wearing short clothes, a tattooed face, and a short sword on his waist. He looked like a swordsman from Wuyue.

"According to my subordinates, the murderer may not be Taoist Li."

"How to say?"

"Your Majesty, please take a look."

He stepped into the room, thought for a moment, pulled out his dagger and swung it casually, and the dagger then extended into a two-handed long sword. He then held the sword to the feet of a corpse with a penetrating wound on its neck, and he suddenly

He raised his short body and stabbed with his hands, then jumped on his feet and reached the side of another corpse with torn ribs. He twisted his waist and swung his sword diagonally...

There was a murderous look in his movements, as if the corpses came to life for a short time, and then he killed them one by one and laid them on the ground.

In this way, moving among the corpses, constantly stabbing left and right, if the residual souls of these corpses are still there, they may get excited and pretend to be corpses, clapped their legs and shouted: "Yes, this is how we died!"

It's like yesterday again.

The Ghost King touched his palm and praised: "The ape slave's skills are becoming more and more exquisite."

"Your Majesty, you are so complimentary." The swordsman sheathed his sword and pointed at the pile of corpses in the hall, "As my subordinates demonstrate, the murderer's swordsmanship is extremely exquisite. Such a skill requires decades of hard work, regardless of cold or heat, before it can be accomplished. Then
To be continued...