There are many stonemasons in the market, holding hammers and hammering stone statues.
At a glance, Zhang Heng saw that the stone statues made by these craftsmen all looked like evil spirits.
Each one has a green face and fangs, three heads and six arms, and a hateful face. Each one of them is a fierce god.
"Old man, these stone statues?"
Zhang Heng found an old stonemason.
"On the sixth day of next month, the Ghost King celebrates his birthday."
"The higher-ups gave orders a year ago, saying that 480 statues of evil spirits and gods were to be forged and offered to various villages and towns to receive incense. We dare not disobey them."
The old craftsman looked helpless.
"Evil ghosts go to the countryside and formulate laws. The ghost kings from all over the world still have such foresight!"
Zhang Heng just thought about it briefly and knew what the Ghost King from all directions was going to do.
There is no doubt that these evil ghost statues are modeled after his ghost soldiers and generals.
After the creation is successful, it is placed in various villages and towns to receive incense offerings from the villagers. It is equivalent to the land god. An evil ghost captain leads more than ten ghost soldiers to sit in a village. If there is any trouble in this village in the future, the ghost king in all directions will
Be the first to know.
"Bullshit Ghost King, the future is the era of ghost masters!"
Don't wait for Zhang Heng to ask any more questions.
A team of five people rushed out of the crowd. The leader held his hands, and a dozen stone statues slammed into one place, shattering into pieces under the astonishment of everyone.
"It's Xiao Fan, the telepathic ghost!"
A knowledgeable person in the crowd gasped: "I heard that he is the number one ghost controller in Sifang County. He has controlled three ghosts and killed two generals under the Ghost King. He is the most wanted criminal of the Ghost King."
, I didn’t expect him to come to Sifang City!”
"Yes, why did Xiao Fan come to Sifang City? Isn't he afraid that Lord Ghost King will personally take action against him?"
Discussion room.
Xiao Fan controlled the telepathic ghosts to attack one after another, and soon destroyed all the evil ghost stone statues in the market.
The guards guarding the city saw each other and looked at each other.
He was determined to capture Xiao Fan and hand him over to the Ghost King to receive the reward, but he was concerned about his low strength and did not dare to act rashly.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Fan burst out laughing.
Under the influence of the telepathic ghost, he was suspended in mid-air and said loudly: "I am Xiao Fan, Sifang County, the president of the Ghost Controllers Association. Today I am just breaking the topic to give the Ghost King some color. The article is still to come.
It is true that Xiao Fan is very powerful, and he killed two of the ghost-returning generals under the Ghost King from all directions.
But his strength is only around the top ghost generals, and he is far from the opponent of the Hedao Realm Ghost King, otherwise he wouldn't have come during the day.
There was only one reason for coming during the day. He was no match for the Sifang Ghost King. If he came at night, when it got dark and the two realms overlapped, and the Sifang Ghost King came to the Yellow Slaughter Realm, he would probably be shot to death directly.
The calculation was quite good, and while it was in the limelight, it was not dangerous at all.
But today is different from the past.
If Zhang Heng remembered correctly, today's Sifang Ghost King did not return to the small world of Chiyou as the night faded, but stayed in the underground palace of Sifang City.
The reason, speaking of which, I blame him is that the Ghost King from all directions did not leave today because he was waiting for his visit. After all, at night, there are many ghosts and it is difficult to say something.
so
boom!!
The sky suddenly became gloomy, and dark clouds covered the sun.
In the blink of an eye, the sun was completely covered, and a strong wind blew for a while.
"Little mouse, who gave you the courage to come to my Sifang City to cause trouble!"
The dark clouds condensed into a green-faced face with fangs and five eyes.
"Ah, the Ghost King from all directions!"
Xiao Fan's expression changed drastically. He was no longer as high-spirited as before: "Didn't you return to Chiyou's small world? Why are you still here?"
"What do you think?"
A red light suddenly shot out from the ghost's face.
With a flash of red light, one of Xiao Fan's men disappeared.
Flash again, and another one disappears.
Flashing four times in an instant, Xiao Fan's five-person team soon became the only one left.
"Ghost eyes!"
Xiao Fan was shocked and angry, and a huge ghost appeared behind him: "Don't think that your eyes are the only one that is powerful, my telepathy ghost is not bad either!"
Wow!!
Red light comes.
ah!
Xiao Fan screamed, first his lower body disappeared, then his upper body disappeared, and finally his head disappeared.
The confrontation between the telepathic ghost and the ghost eye lasted only two breaths and ended with Xiao Fan's complete defeat.
Whoosh!
The red light shone towards Zhang Heng again.
The cassock on Zhang Heng's body creaked, emitting an earthy yellow halo.
Photo again.
The Taiping Sword automatically unsheathed, popped out of the scabbard, and landed in front of Zhang Heng.
"Huh!"
Seeing that the red light couldn't brush Zhang Heng away at all, his grimace showed a look of surprise.
Zhang Heng put his right hand on the Taiping Sword and said with a smile: "Sifang, is this how you treat guests?"
"hey-hey"
Two chuckles came from the air, and the next second, the dark clouds dissipated, and the sun shone on the earth again.
"The Ghost King of the Four Directions!"
Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly.
Sifang is the place name, and Sifang Ghost King refers to the ghost king who guards Sifang County. This title is more like an official position than his own name.
Before he invaded Huangtu Realm and occupied Sifang County, the name of the Sifang Ghost King was Wumu Yaksha Ghost King.
Five eyes means that he has five eyes that can emit red light and have the ability to imprison and exile.
Yakshas are his tribe. This tribe is famous for their bravery in the underworld. It is said that King Yama has a vanguard army composed entirely of yakshas, which has opened up territory and expanded the territory and made many contributions to the underworld.
Later, the ascetics saw how powerful the yakshas were in fighting, so they selected some ascetics to act as protectors, that is, the yakshas among the eight tribes of heavenly dragons.
"Go to the City Lord's Mansion."
Zhang Heng took back his thoughts and gave instructions to Sha Liang.
"Yes, sir."
Sha Liang carried Zhang Heng on his back and strode forward with a handy shovel in his hand.
Seeing the ferocity of Silang Chang, the people around him couldn't help but guess: "Who is this person? He looks unusual."
"Yeah, it looks much more reliable than that Xiao Fan. The Ghost Controllers Alliance, the thunder is loud and the raindrops are light. Fortunately, I didn't join them."
"Keep your voice down. I heard that the Ghost Controllers Alliance is quite powerful. They have people in every state and county. How can little people like you and me talk about it?"
"That's right, let alone the Ghost Controllers Alliance, this is the person who greeted the Ghost King just now. Who knows where he came from, maybe he is an evil ghost under the human skin that is more terrifying than the Ghost King of the Four Directions."
"Yes, yes, let's leave. Let's all leave."
Everyone dispersed in a hurry, leaving only the masons crying bitterly: "What should we do if we destroy the stone statue that the Ghost King asked us to make? When the Ghost King thinks about it later, he won't eat us, right?"
The masons together.
Don't wait around anymore, run away, go out and avoid the limelight first.
the other side.
Zhang Heng walked and looked around the city and found that Sifang City was quite prosperous.
Sifang City is the main city of Sifang County and the economic and political center.
Even if its current ruler is a ghost, it will not affect its prosperity at all, because people always have various desires that need to be satisfied, and these basic demands will not change depending on who the ruler is.
As for the population, there are about three hundred thousand.
Don’t be too little, ancient times are different from modern times, and they are simply unable to support modern international metropolises with a population of tens of millions.
More than 300,000 people were already a lot in ancient times. You must know that Chengdu, the imperial capital of Shu among the Three Kingdoms, had a population of only 900,000.
"Human beings are indeed highly adaptable creatures."
"Look at these shops, every household has portraits of the ghost kings from all directions. If this continues, maybe the Yellow Slaughter World will develop into a deformed world where humans and ghosts coexist."
Fear comes from the unknown on the one hand, and harm on the other hand.
If Zhang Heng came to operate, he would establish two departments. One is the Propaganda Department, which specializes in promoting that people will become ghosts after death, so today's ghosts are also everyone's tomorrow. Humans and ghosts are equal, and everyone does not need to be afraid at all, because sooner or later you will
There is also such a day.
As long as the publicity is good, the barriers between humans and ghosts will disappear a lot.
It can even evolve into the idea that people should work hard to make progress as a human being. In this way, after death, they can enjoy peace and happiness after turning into ghosts, just like the bliss of the West, allowing people to cultivate in the afterlife.
Then set up a prize donation system.
Just like donating blood, if a person donates Yang Qi once a year, his family will not have to donate again within a year, and will not be selected for blood food, and various rewards will be given.
In this way, there is no need to catch them at all, and everyone will donate willingly.
Although being sucked in Yang Qi once will make you sick for at least ten days and a half, people who have been exploited by capital know that when capital stands up and speaks, life is really just a series of numbers.
Let alone being sick for ten days and a half, there are still many people who are willing to do it even if they die.
It’s not even the Yellow Tujie.
As for Zhang Heng himself, he remembers it very clearly, it was around 2000.
The blood bank is short of blood. I don’t know if it’s a hospital or a black market merchant. I find someone to buy blood and the price is very high. As long as you donate blood, you will be given two hundred yuan for one donation. These two hundred yuan are equivalent to less than half of the money at that time.
The monthly salary is paid, and many people go there.
Some of those who didn't catch up even gave snacks and melon seeds to the organizer in the village, hoping to bring them with them next time such a good thing happens again.
It can be seen from this.
If anyone comes to offer yang energy, give him two hundred kilograms of grain, and a lot of people will be willing to come.
In the same way, ghosts do not have a large demand for food. The commercial tax and grain tax under the rule of the ghost king can be used for this purpose.
It's a pity that Zhang Heng is a human, not a ghost.
Position determines your thoughts. Otherwise, if you just rely on the capital effect, you can join the account of any ghost king, and the other party will not call him sir.
Maybe I can write a novel "My Ghost King Can't Be So Cute" in the future.
"Master, the city lord's mansion has arrived."
Sha Liang's words brought Zhang Heng back to reality.
"Um."
Zhang Heng nodded and warned: "Stay at the door."
After showing the invitation to the human guards outside the City Lord's Mansion, Zhang Heng successfully entered the City Lord's Mansion.
It’s different than imagined.
In the city lord's palace, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. Although it is already October, the flowers are still blooming inside, which is the time of beauty.
Go further inside.
Across the small bridge and flowing water, in the courtyard attic, two deer poked their heads out of the garden ignorantly, tilted their heads and looked at Zhang Heng, and then ran away happily. If they hadn't known in advance, who would have dared to say that this was the Demon King's Cave instead of
Xianjia Cave Mansion.
"Guest, please come with me."
A little.
A man wearing a bamboo hat and a long robe appeared in front of Zhang Heng: "My master is already waiting for you in the underground palace."
Zhang Heng glanced at the man in the hat.
Cover it tightly, no skin is exposed.
It was expected that this person should be a yaksha or a ghost, and it didn't look like a living person, because there is no need for a living person to make themselves like this in broad daylight.
"I heard that the Sifang Ghost King has been in a bad mood recently?"
Zhang Heng asked casually while following the man in the bamboo hat as he walked inside.
"There are always people making trouble lately, disturbing the master's Qing Xiu."
The man in the hat answered from the side.
"What a troubled time!"
"If I remember correctly, since the Taoist sect was disbanded, the world has been pure for almost thirty years, right?"
"Thirty years, two generations later, it looks like we are about to enter a time of great strife again."
After the Daomen retreated overseas, there was no large-scale resistance in the Huang Tujie.
Now, I don’t know how the local Taoist sects overseas are developing, but looking at the ghost masters who made trouble today, I’m afraid the ghost masters alliance can’t wait anymore, and they are clamoring that the times are changing.
"What is supposed to come will always come."
The man in the hat replied.
Zhang Heng knew the elegant meaning of the song after hearing it, and said with a smile: "I hope I'm not that bad guest."
The man in the hat didn't reply, and took the initiative to open the door of the main hall for Zhang Heng: "Guest, my master is inside, please"
"Um."
Zhang Heng nodded and walked in.
Upon first sight, the main hall is filled with everlasting lanterns, and in the middle of the hall is a stone staircase going downwards.
Zhang Heng did not hesitate and walked down the stone staircase.
After walking through the zigzag stone staircase, there is a very empty hall below. The hall is lit with torches and empty. At the end of the hall, which can accommodate thousands of people, is a large golden chair.
Sitting on the chair was a giant who was ten feet tall, half as tall as Sha Liang.
This giant has five eyes, two on its forehead and three in its eye sockets.
There is a black mask on his face that covers his mouth and nose, and a trident-like bone fork stands on his hand.
"Your Excellency Ghost King, have you been waiting for a long time?"
Zhang Heng looked at the Ghost King from all directions.
The Sifang Ghost King held his chin, unable to see his expression clearly, and said angrily: "I have lived for eight hundred years, and the most important thing I don't lack is time."
After a slight pause in his tone, he added: "I thought you would have to wait until the sixth day of next month, my eight hundredth birthday, to come see me, but I didn't expect it to be earlier than I thought."
Zhang Heng said with a smile: "The early bird catches the worm."
The Ghost King from all directions did not comment, looked behind Zhang Heng, and asked: "Are you the only one here?"
“It’s easier to get things done when there are fewer people.”
Zhang Heng said in a relaxed tone: "There are some things that you know and I know. God knows and the earth knows. People who have nothing to do with it don't need to know."
Bang!
The Sifang Ghost King slapped his hand heavily on the chair: "You are so brave to come to my territory to cause trouble, and you dare to come and see me alone!"
Zhang Heng just smiled: "You saw me alone. It's hard to say how many others you didn't see. What do you think?"