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Chapter 1061 Fengdu City

The underworld has always been eerie and terrifying. There is no distinction between day and night here. The sky is extremely dark all year round. The rich ghost energy condenses into clouds. If a mortal with no cultivation comes here and is not protected, it will not take long for him to die. Corroded by ghost energy, he turned into a zombie without consciousness.

Liu Qinghuan passed through the city gate and was about to go to the Huangquan Liquor on West Street to meet Fan Guichai's invitation. When passing through an alley facing away from the street, he suddenly felt that his feet were soft, but he accidentally stepped on the dead soul lying in the corner.

The dead soul made a vague murmur, but like an exposed corpse in the wilderness, it didn't bother to move even if its head was stepped on.

Liu Qinghuan ignored him and turned the corner of the street leisurely. What came into view was a strange scene that could only be seen in Fengdu City, the underworld.

Terrifying demons and ghosts are seen wandering through the streets, off-duty ghosts are sitting lazily in wine shops and chatting in tea shops, and on the roadside, there are also dead souls who are benevolent and virtuous and only wait for the right time to reincarnate. Wandering around.

If it were not for these anomalies, Fengdu City would not be much different from any other human capital.

There are many houses, criss-crossed streets, and many shops on both sides of the streets. However, the items sold are much stranger and weirder, highlighting the fact that this place is a ghost town.

Sacrificial offerings such as incense, candles, paper money, etc. are normal, and magical weapons such as swords, hooks and forks are also understandable. After all, they are used by ghosts when running errands. However, the dead souls do not need to eat, and there are still many tea shops and wine shops in the city.

In addition, there are soul-reviving elixirs, sun-returning herbs, talismans with the words "One-day trip to the world", dream-entering elixirs that can be used to contact living relatives, etc. It is really eye-opening.

It had been several months since he came to the underworld, and Liu Qinghuan had visited Fengdu City several times, so he was familiar with the surrounding scenery, so he walked forward without looking away, not paying attention to the prying eyes that followed him.

This dead city has probably not seen a living breathing person in hundreds of years. No matter where he goes, he seems to be a bright light in the dark night. It is difficult not to attract attention. It's just that the ghosts and ghosts are catching a glimpse of him. After the ghost changed the sign, he didn't dare to provoke him easily.

Huangquan Restaurant is a small building that seems to collapse at any time. Liu Qinghuan walked through the store on the first floor and walked to the second floor. He saw several ghosts by the window at a glance.

"Brother Liu, here." Fan Guichai raised his hand: "You're late, you'll be fined three cups first!"

Liu Qinghuan scanned several people. Except for Fan Gui Cha, whom he was familiar with, the others were all Gui Cha who he had met in the past few months and worked in various departments of the underworld.

He smiled casually, took the wine glass and drank. The blood-red wine was cold in the mouth, but it had a spicy and explosive taste that was different from the human world.

"Tsk! This punishment must have hit Brother Liu's heart."

The person sitting next to Fan Gui Cha was the captain of the Samsara Pond. At this time, he stared at the wine glass in his hand quite distressedly: "It takes thirty merit points to exchange for a bottle of the wine of life and death, so I mean to punish you by one glass." That’s it.”

"That won't work." Liu Qinghuan poured another glass and said with a smile: "I only got two points of merit in one day at the Evil Mirror Station, and only sixty points in one month. Although I can still hold on by suppressing a troublesome evil spirit, I can't help but do it." I’m still very shy, now I’ll take the opportunity to have a drink with you, so I’ll have to drink freely, hahaha!”

Speaking of which, no matter what you buy in this underworld, you have to pay for it with merit points, and the spirit stones are completely useless here, which leaves Liu Qinghuan, who originally had a rich family, helpless.

A white-flour steamed bun that can only be seen but not eaten requires two points of merit, and a bottle of morning and evening wine costs thirty points of merit. Liu Qinghuan was originally interested in Fan Guichai's relics from the fairy world, but after knowing the prices here, he felt that he had been deceived.

, even with the little salary from the Nie Jingtai Document, I don’t know when and what month I was able to save enough merit points to buy immortal things.

The errands in the underworld are boring but arduous, and we face countless ghosts every day, so it is rare to get together for a drink.

One of them was in charge of the cannon-burning punishment in the Infinite Hell, and he came over to chat with him: "Brother Liu, since you came, we have saved a lot of trouble. I heard that the dead soul in my hand now was an emperor during his lifetime?"

"

Liu Qinghuan recalled: "There was such a person. He had a perverse temperament. He killed countless people in the process of seizing the throne. After he came to power, he was cruel and stupid, making the people miserable. When he arrived at the Evil Mirror Stage, relying on the true dragon's spirit that had not yet dissipated, he still

It gave me a little trouble."

The ghost smiled and said: "No matter how vicious he is, he won't be able to make any waste in Brother Liu's hands."

"That's not necessarily the case." Liu Qinghuan said: "I recently discovered that these fierce souls should not be underestimated. Most of them have some origins. If you underestimate them, you may capsize in the gutter."

"Hahaha, I don't believe this. Brother Liu, aren't you a great monk in the human world? What are the mortal souls afraid of? How can we be like us, although we are ghosts, but like the dead souls under our men, we are detained in the underworld for a long time, without freedom.

."

There was a hint of jealousy in these words. Liu Qinghuan said lightly: "Brother Fang, why should you belittle yourself? You can cultivate like me. With your qualifications in the underworld, you can go straight to the immortal world. Isn't it better than going through several levels?"

It’s cheaper for people from Heavenly Tribulation to practice.”

The ghost messenger curled his lips when he heard this: "It's difficult. If ghost immortals are so easy to cultivate, Po Meng would have run away a long time ago. There is no way she will be sent to Abi Prison in the future. That would really be a narrow escape from death."

Liu Qinghuan's expression changed slightly: "The Abi Prison you are talking about is..."

The wine of life and death was very strong, and the ghosts were all eating and drinking, and in the end they were all drunk.

Liu Qinghuan was also a little tipsy. After ordering the waiter to send them back to their respective residences, he left the wine shop and staggered towards his own residence.

The underworld allocated him a small courtyard. There were only three or five rooms in the courtyard. Apart from a bottomless well of black water under the wall and an empty coffin in the left room, there were only two uneven tables and

There are several wooden stools that creak when you sit on them.

Although Liu Qinghuan has never been particular about food, clothing, housing and transportation, he felt that the yard was too simple when he first moved in. However, the Songxi Cave Sky Map still cannot be opened to this day, so he had to decorate it himself and take out a set of furniture stored in the Najie.

, just barely enough for people to live there.

The wind blew in the courtyard for a while, and the slight drunkenness in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he stepped into the right room.

A complex weapon refining array was carved on the ground in the right room. Liu Qinghuan flicked the sword-shaped mark on the inside of his arm and sighed: "Since I can't practice now, I can only practice you."

With a slight stroke, a slender blood gash appeared on his arm, and the small sword rushed out. He immediately wanted to escape, but he heard a buzzing sound from the magic circle, and a thick wall of light rose up, locking it in.

in it.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes were slightly bright. The sword spirit of this sword was extremely unruly. Elder Yi in the combined stage tried to refine it but failed. However, Liu Qinghuan was not in a hurry anyway. He had a lot of free time anyway, so even if he was grinding, he would still be able to refine it.

Brand his own divine seal.

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