For him, he is not afraid that Chu Mei people have ideas, but he is afraid that Chu Mei people are empty of everything and have no desires or desires, just like stones.
“The education I received since childhood told me that there is nothing in this world that cannot be negotiated.”
“In my heart, I am also a person with the characteristics of a businessman.”
“Do you know what a businessman is?”
Zhang Heng explained: "Everything can be discussed, and I think we can discuss it now."
“You want to control me?”
“Control? No, no, no...”
Facing Chu Meiren who understood his thoughts, Zhang Heng did not panic at all.
Every existence with thoughts must have its weaknesses.
Any person or god is not perfect as long as you understand it well enough.
Chumei people are no exception.
It is not the kind of being whose mind is blinded by resentment, which means that the habits and preferences of its life are still affecting it. For example, the ghost realm it transformed into is a theater, which means that it still has concerns in its heart.
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Putting aside the identity of ghosts, how different are they from humans?
“Control means that one party is above the other party and has complete control.”
“I’m different, I want to cooperate with you even more, because I don’t believe in so-called loyalty, I only believe in win-win. Win-win is the way to go, and win-win alone cannot last long.”
"As you can see, I am just a little Taoist priest. I have just raised my legs on the road of being a Taoist priest. I am very lucky to win against you."
“So I need your strength. Your strength will save me a lot of trouble in the early stage and also allow me to get through some difficulties.”
“And you need me too.”
“Without me, you wouldn’t be able to leave the altar of bones, let alone go to the provincial capital to see your master.”
“Cooperation between you and me is a win-win situation. If you don’t agree, the one who loses the most is not me but you. After all, I have a choice but you don’t, right?”
After saying that, Zhang Heng calmly looked at the altar of bones: "I was born in Maoshan, and my master is Master Xu, who is expected to take over the Maoshan Qingshen lineage in the future. If nothing else happens, in the future, I will also become a high-level executive in Maoshan... Uh.
..You have just become a ghost, so you may not understand this."
“Let me tell you another way. I am the richest man in Jiangyang and the head of the Zhang clan in Dagou Town.”
“I control the three counties of Yangjiang, Echeng and Kangcheng. If I sneeze, someone will catch a cold down there.”
“With my status and position, spitting on the ground is like a nail.”
"There are many benefits to following me. Now the opportunity is before you. I am not begging you, but I want you to figure it out for yourself. If you don't agree, you will be trapped in the jar forever. This feeling is not pleasant."
First there was silence.
A moment later, a resentful sigh came from the corpse altar: "I was sold into a pear orchard since I was a child. My parents have long forgotten about it. It was my master who raised me."
“Master has high expectations for me and thinks that I can become a famous actor. Unfortunately, I don’t know people well and have a private life with them. In the end, I have failed in all my hard work.”
“If I have the chance, I would like to meet Master and sing a big show again. This is my only wish.”
Zhang Heng nodded silently.
“I can take you to the provincial capital to see your master for the last time.”
“In exchange, I want you to protect me for ten years.”
"In these ten years, you must listen to my orders and accept my instructions. In return, I will not only help you fulfill your wish, but I will also build bridges and roads in your name, provide relief to the victims, and atone for your crimes."
“After ten years, there should be very few sins left on your body. Find someone worthy of entrusting your trust in the next life.”
Ten years is not a long time or a short time.
Zhang Heng felt that at that time, he would not need many Chu Mei people.
After all, in terms of strength, the Chu Mei people are not to the point where people talk about them with disdain.
They won with great difficulty because their strength was too weak.
As long as Zhenren Xu, Zhenren Qian, and Uncle Jiu are here, there is no need to rely on Zhang Heng's off-the-table moves to win.
Even the four-eyed Taoist Priest, Chu Meiren may not be his opponent one-on-one.
“It’s done!”
Sleepless night.
On the second day, Zhang Heng, who had dark circles under his eyes, had a blue paper figure in his hand.
The paper figure is only the size of a palm, and its face is painted with scary makeup with a liner, which makes people shudder.
“It’s not easy. Fortunately, it was voluntary and did not resist me, otherwise this paper-cutting technique would have no chance of success.”
Being willing to obey and wholeheartedly resisting require different energy and costs.
According to Zhang Heng's own thoughts, if he collects lonely souls from the wild and forcibly integrates them into paper-cutting, the chance of success will not exceed 30%.
Lonely and wild ghosts are like this, let alone high-level evil ghosts and fierce ghosts.
The other party is not his mother, so how could he be willing to be eaten up by him?
If he resists, he must use his magic power and mind to suppress him. With his current magic power and cultivation level, he simply cannot withstand the evil ghost's backlash.
Fortunately, the Chumei people are a special existence.
It has reason and has not been a ghost for a long time, so he took advantage of it.
If a century-old ghost were here, his conditions would probably not be attractive to the other party at all. A stick of incense in the morning and evening, and a living person every three to five would be about the same.
“Although the art of paper-cutting is good, it’s a pity that it’s not the right way.”
"It was purely by chance that I was able to accept the Chu Mei people. If I continue to develop on this path, I will definitely fall into the wrong path."
“It is recorded in the paper-cutting technique that only a hundred paper figures can besiege evil spirits.”
“In other words, as long as I am willing to abandon my conscience and go hunting for ghosts in mass graves, I can make two paper figures today and catch three with two paper figures tomorrow.”
“It doesn’t take much, at most a month, the paper man army can break through 100, so that it can hunt evil ghosts and refine more powerful paper men.”
"It's like a snowball. The snowball is rolling faster and bigger."
“In less than a year, hundreds of paper figures can be promoted from the level of wandering souls to the level of evil ghosts, and then have the strength to surround and kill evil ghosts and foundation-building monks.”
“But at this point, it must be haunted by the ghosts of grievances, and both humans and ghosts are angry.”
“I won’t talk about the noble and upright people, I will definitely go down the mountain to slay the demons.”
“Even on the other side of the underworld, there must be evil spirits coming to arrest you. No matter how good you are, it is temporary, and you will eventually suffer the consequences.”
Zhang Heng is a very sober person.
He was not deceived by the appearance of paper-cutting, even if paper-cutting really had merits.
After all, what he is looking for is not a moment of glory, nor is it a deep hatred. There are deep grievances waiting for him to avenge, or his girlfriend has been kidnapped, and it will be too late to get there.
So this kind of opportunistic left-field technique is not very attractive to him. It is okay to have a brief taste of broadening his horizons, but there is absolutely no possibility of him becoming addicted.
“I’m not addicted, but Qingyun Yueqi, who created this spell...”
Zhang Heng frowned slightly.
No matter how you look at it, Yue Qi must have fallen into the devil's path and practiced paper-cutting to the pinnacle.
Otherwise she wouldn't have been able to write this book. She had to write it reluctantly, and she wouldn't be able to vividly describe the appearance of the paper-cutting technique.
It can be seen from this that Yue Qi must be a master of paper-cutting.
Hundreds of paper people came and went with them. Wherever they passed, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and resentment surged to the sky.
She alone is an army of monks, with fierce ghosts as soldiers and fierce ghosts as generals. With such momentum, Zhenren Xu and Zhenren Qian had to flee even when they came.
In this era of returning to the void and becoming extinct, foundation building is the pinnacle.
She alone can rival a small or medium-sized sect.
Of course, sects such as Maoshan, Quanzhen Dao, Longhu Mountain, Gezao Mountain, Wutai Mountain, and Daxue Mountain are definitely not comparable to her.
Zhang Heng came from a famous sect, and he knew very well how amazing the background of these sects was.
Take the Tianshi Sword from Longhu Mountain as an example. It is said that this sword was left by Zhang Daoling. What kind of evil spirits can be killed by this sword?
No matter how beautiful Qingmen Yueqi is, she is still a human being, not a god.
Once the public is outraged, all the major sects will come with their sect's magical weapons and the decrees of their ancestors, and they can be sent to boundless purgatory in an instant.
Otherwise, her things would not have fallen into the hands of Third Auntie and Paper Man Zhang.
She failed to protect her personal belongings such as the golden knife, scissors and the paper man's secret technique, and she could already guess what would happen to her.