Three hundred and sixtieth chapters full of ghosts
On the cemetery, a beautiful figure in white stood on the tombstone and gave an impassioned speech.
"Compatriots, we cannot continue to be so ignorant. The yang energy in the world is too scary for us. We should unite and ask for help from the strong people in this world."
"We know nothing about this world, how can we ask for help?"
"Strong people cannot be trusted. Although I lost my memory after taking Meng Po Decoction, I still vaguely remember that I was killed by an unreasonable strong man in my previous life."
"Even the powerful underworld doesn't care about us, who can? Do you want to say that this world is more powerful than the underworld?"
A few ghosts started making noises, but more ghosts remained in a muddle and allowed their companions to quarrel.
Those unconscious ghosts wander freely, through tombstones, through big trees, through abandoned houses. They are out of tune with this world. Nothing can stop them, and they cannot use anything.
Suddenly, the ghosts noticed that the Yang energy was extremely strong not far away, and they fled in fear.
They are ghosts, extremely yin bodies, and yang energy is their nemesis. A little yang energy cannot harm them, but if they come into contact with excessive yang energy, it is very likely that the yin and yang will neutralize and dissipate into the world.
Logically speaking, this would not happen, but two of the three men were obviously of extraordinary cultivation and carried Yang Qi that could threaten them.
Especially the man in the middle is in danger of being melted by Yang Qi if he gets even slightly closer.
That man is a ghost buster.
Only those ghosts who have become immortals are not afraid of Yang Qi, and they are just a group of ordinary ghosts waiting to be reincarnated.
"That's her!" Seeing the beautiful figure in white standing on the tombstone, Du Ping recalled his experience last night.
Ji Kongkong and Du Ping attacked at the same time, but Ji Kongkong was consistent with the description in the report, and the attack failed, unable to attack the ghost.
Du Ping used his magic power to capture the beautiful figure in white clothes, but he found that he could not touch anything and had no real sense, like a piece of air. The beautiful figure in white clothes was not captured by his magic power, but something else.
Du Ping just maintained a virtual grip posture.
The beautiful figure in white clothes began to sizzle with white air, wailing in pain.
Jiang Li quickly asked Du Ping to let go.
"Your yang energy is too strong and needs to be restrained." Jiang Li recalled what the Immortal Immortal and Xumi Laofo had said, and knew that ghosts were afraid of the yang energy carried by living people.
Du Ping is the heavy yang energy he carries that makes Qianying in white unable to move.
Ji Kongkong probably has insufficient cultivation and his Yang Qi is too weak to threaten ghosts.
In the past, only monks in the transformation stage had encountered ghosts and were helpless against ghosts. Jiang Li guessed that only the yang energy carried by monks in the integration stage could pose a threat to ghosts.
"Yang Qi?" Du Ping and Ji Kongkong looked at each other, neither knowing how to control it.
Jiang Li had studied the soul and knew how to control Yang Qi, so he taught the two of them the method.
While the two were studying, the ghosts wanted to escape. Jiang Li snapped his fingers and released some of his yang energy to surround the cemetery. Not a single ghost could escape.
The two soon learned how to control Yang Qi.
The ghosts still wanted to disappear into thin air like before, but Jiang Li could still find them with his spiritual consciousness.
They are just invisible, not gone.
The ghosts found that after they hid their bodies, they were still surrounded by Jiang Li's yang energy and could not leave, so they had to sigh and reappear.
"Everyone, it's so rare to come to the Yang world, why rush back to the underworld?" Jiang Li stepped forward and cleverly narrowed the scope of the Yang energy, trapping the ghosts in a small circle centered on the beautiful figure in white.
Valley
"Why go back to the underworld? We want to go back, but there is no way." A ghost muttered.
"I seem to have an impression of you." Qianying in white looked at Jiang Li hesitantly, recalling the events of her lifetime in her mind.
She vaguely remembered that there was a statue of this man in her home during her lifetime, and she regarded it as a belief and visited it day and night.
Only then did Du Ping realize that the beautiful figure in white looked young, only fifteen or sixteen years old, looking pitiful.
She stood on the tombstone, which was engraved with "Qi Ming's daughter Qi Gufang".
There are many people in Kyushu who take their mother's surname, mostly because the woman's cultivation level is higher than that of the man.
"Do you know me? My name is Jiang Li, and I am the Human Emperor of the Nine Provinces world."
The white-clothed Qianying shook her head regretfully: "I'm sorry, I crossed the Naihe Bridge and drank Meng Po Soup. I only have vague memories of my life, and I can't remember who you are."
The beautiful figure in white pointed at the ghosts who were confused and unclear in speech: "These are the ghosts who have crossed the Naihe Bridge and drank Meng Po soup. They have no memory of their past lives."
"Maybe it's because of my cultivation in my previous life that I can still remember a few things, but only a little."
Qianying in white pointed at the ghosts who were still active: "They should also have cultivated in their previous lives."
"Xiaofang, you have told him everything about us. We obviously know nothing about him." A ghost was very unhappy when he saw Qianying in white and wanted to tell everything.
He remembered that he had been too trusting in others and was stabbed to death in the back, which made him wary of everything and felt that someone was trying to harm him.
"What does it mean to know nothing? Didn't he introduce himself? His name is Jiang Li, and he is the Human Emperor of the Kyushu World."
Baiyi Qianying has an inexplicable trust in Jiang Li and feels that he is a good person.
"Your name is Xiaofang?" Ji Kongkong asked curiously, as if he had just heard this name.
"It happened randomly."
"oh."
"How did you come to the Yangshi? Is there something wrong with the underworld?"
"Yes, the underworld is now full of ghosts, and there is no place for ghosts anymore."
"What?" This answer surprised Jiang Li.
"We ghosts have all been dead for more than fifty years. I am the youngest. I have only been dead for fifty years. I have not been reincarnated and I am still waiting in line."
"But haven't you crossed the Naihe Bridge and drank the Mengpo Soup?" In Ji Kongkong's impression, crossing the Naihe Bridge is to wash away the past life. The cause and effect of this body and the previous life are cut off, and there is no relationship anymore. After drinking the Mengpo Soup
You will forget everything in your past life.
After these two procedures are completed, it is time to reincarnate.
If you are still queuing up, why are you crossing Naihe Bridge so early and drinking Meng Po Soup?
"Originally this was what the underworld stipulated, but the underworld changed the rules thousands of years ago."
"I heard that there are too many dead people and animals in the heavens and the world, and the number of ghosts in the underworld has increased sharply, while the number of living people in the world has dropped sharply, and the number of newborns has also decreased."
"It's okay to be reincarnated into the animal realm. At present, the number of beasts in the world is quite considerable, but the human realm is not good. There is no place."
"After we ghosts clear up our negative virtues, we will be reincarnated as humans according to regulations."
"But now there is no place in the world, so the underworld has no choice but to let us wait for the opportunity."
"More and more ghosts are reincarnating into human beings, people's hearts are becoming more and more chaotic, and the underworld is gradually unable to take care of people. It might as well let us cross the Naihe Bridge first, drink Meng Po soup, and forget about our past lives, so that it can take care of us."