In the backyard of the Wutou Temple, there is a towering tree with dead branches like black wood, and young leaves have not grown for thousands of years.
Countless red streamers, bright red and dark red, are tied to the branches, left by people who have made wishes for thousands of years.
At three o'clock in the morning, night falls.
A full moon was printed behind the black tree, illuminating an ink-colored figure above.
The clothes are fluttering and bright.
"What's going on? Why hasn't the widow at the entrance of the village at the foot of the mountain come yet?" She opened her mouth and spoke in an unknown dialect in a clear voice.
Yan Yan sat anxiously on a branch, with a thin line of blood-red wounds on his gray neck, and the empty space under his skirt fluttering in the wind.
Yesterday, she heard the widow Xun Niang at the entrance of the village say that she was going to hang herself on Wutou Mountain at the same time today. She came to the black tree early to wait, but it was three quarters later and she still didn't see anyone.
Xu Niang is the only person who comes to Wutou Mountain to worship ghost statues, and she is a great philanthropist. The accumulated merit will turn into huge ghost power after death.
Such a ghost, Yan Yu was just waiting to take him under his wing.
"Boss, boss——"
A little ghost wearing a ghost mask floated over in a panic, "Xu Niang was killed by someone, and she is about to die. Your Majesty, go and collect the soul. After a while, the ghost will come and the soul will be gone!"
"What?" Yan Yan was startled, "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
After saying that, the soul has floated far away, leaving the little ghost in the same place and has to float back again.
At the foot of Wutou Mountain, in Shangshou Village, there is a small courtyard at the entrance of the village.
When Yan Yan arrived, a beautiful-looking woman was already hanging from the beam. Her toes were two feet above the ground, which was not a height that could be hung by standing on a small wooden stool.
A hand with bloody fingertips grasped the woman's face.
No soul appeared in his hand.
"Oops, were they taken away by evil spirits?" The green-faced kid touched his chin, "Sure enough, souls with more merit are in high demand."
"Bullshit! If you haven't passed the first seven days, which daring ghost would dare to collect the soul in advance?" Yan Yan said angrily, "If you dare to snatch the soul from my territory, it depends on whether you have the ability!"
Her long hair that reached her ankles was floating, and a strong ghostly aura was rising around Yan Yan's body, just when she wanted to search for the aura of the entire village.
"Boss, look at this!" The green-faced kid pointed at an iron nail on Xu Niang's head, "This must have been left by a Taoist priest, and it still has breath on it."
There were Tao techniques left on the iron nails. The green-faced kid just pointed at them, and his fingertips turned into ashes.
Yan Yan stepped forward and pulled out the iron nail. The iron nail that fell into his hand broke instantly.
"Walk!"
With that said, the soul floated far away again, and the green-faced kid tried to catch up with him again.
Dense bamboo forest, dark wind blowing everywhere.
Yan Yan chased the breath on the iron nails into the bamboo forest, but the breath disappeared again.
"He really knows how to run."
The bamboo forest is full of ghost energy, and her little ghosts are all guarding this area, "Look for the ghost of a Taoist priest and a woman."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding bamboo forest rustled, and countless wild ghosts fled in all directions.
After a while, Yao Dao, wearing a Taoist uniform and a mustache, was brought to Yan Yan.
"You have such little ability, how dare you compete with me for my soul?" Yan Yan grabbed her right hand out of thin air, and the gourd vase on Demon Dao's waist fell into her hand.
"Ghost Empress, please have mercy on me." Demon Dao saw Yan Yan taking away the gourd vase and quickly begged for mercy.
"Spare your life? Seeing that your cultivation level is not low, you don't know that Wutou Mountain is my territory, right?" Yan Yan uncorked the gourd vase and released Xu Niang.
The soul has just left the body and has no consciousness at this time. It will take 7749 days for the Yin Fire on the head of the soul to condense before the consciousness can be restored.
Yan Yu waved his sleeve, and Xu Niang's soul disappeared.
After putting Xu Niang's soul away, Yan Yan squatted on the ground, dragging his chin and looking at the demon in front of him, "Do you think I should let you go, or should I go to see the King of Hell in advance? You dare to collect even a good soul?
, you won’t be able to reach the land of bliss after death.”
"Then let's wait until the underworld." The demon suddenly stood up, holding the ghost-suppressing tower in one hand, "This is a treasure from the sky, I can't stand you, you fierce ghost!"
The ghost-suppressing tower only has the effect of dispersing ordinary ghosts, but it has the ability to suppress powerful ghosts. There is a spiritual mirror on the tower, and it is said that the power of the spring water of Yaochi is hidden in it. The more powerful the ghost, the stronger the suppression power.
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Yan Yan quickly stood up, and at this moment a chain flew out from the gourd vase and wrapped Yan Yan's body tightly.
"You just want to trap me?" As soon as Yan Yan released the ghost power on his body, the chain broke when it touched the ghost power.
"This little time is enough to take you, the ghost king, into the ghost-suppressing tower. Hahahaha." The demon laughed wildly and raised the ghost-suppressing tower high in his hand. Then it grew bigger and bigger until it stood directly above Yan Yan's head.
"Boss, that demon has escaped!" The green-faced kid pointed anxiously in the direction in which the demon had left.
"Nonsense, you think I can't see you!"
Under this ghost-suppressing tower, the more you want to escape, the greater the power of suppression.
"I haven't thought of a way to rescue my mother yet!" Yan Yan shouted loudly as he saw the ghost-suppressing tower above his head getting closer and closer.
"What can we do? What can we do?" The green-faced kid was anxiously looking around.
Yan Jie accepted his fate.
She knew that this kid was of no use at this important moment.
Maybe it was because God was kind enough to give her a happy life, or maybe she was told that her life should not be cut off.
When the ghost-suppressing tower was about to come down, a burst of unusually ghostly aura suddenly appeared in the bamboo forest, but it carried a divine aura.
The breath of divinity…
Yan Yan was overjoyed, stretched out her hand to grab the ghost that suddenly appeared in the world, and threw it upwards. When the ghost suppressing tower sucked the ghost in, she was able to escape from the suppression.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning, and the other ghost who came to the world together with the ghost stood stunned.
Yan Yan turned around and took a closer look, and immediately took a deep breath.
Dressed in black and holding a soul-locking chain, he is not the black impermanence of the underworld.
Isn't that the one who was thrown into the Ghost Suppressing Tower by her - Bai Wuchang?
Yan Yan quickly winked at the green-faced kid, but the green-faced kid just didn't react. Just when she was about to put the green-faced kid into her sleeves, the soul-locking chain had already wrapped around her body.
"Asking Bai Wuchang to ward off disasters for you, you should get something in return, right?" Hei Wuchang said with a smile, "Would you like to go to the underworld with me?"
Hei Wuchang's cultivation level is not low, and the soul-locking chain in his hand is even more powerful. If Yan Yan counterattacks, both sides will suffer.
Before entering the underworld, kick the green-faced kid away to prevent both ghosts from being taken to the underworld together.
With a fierce ghost like Yan Yu, Hei Wuchang could not care about a little ghost.
Underworld, in the Hall of the King of Hell.
The judge checked the book of life and death, but could not find Yan Yu's life and death. When the King of Hell saw the powerful ghost power in Yan Yu's body, he quickly asked his superiors for instructions.
When everyone in the underworld learned that he had captured a ghost queen from all directions, he was promoted to higher officials.
Hei Wuchang, who captured her and brought her to justice, was promoted to the wheel-turning king of the Ten Palaces of Hell.
"Then this dark and impermanent position..."
Emperor Beiyin, who was sitting at the highest position in the underworld, waved his hand, "It's her!"
"I won't do it!" Yan Yan was unhappy.
In the human world, she raises ghosts and collects souls, and she specifically works against the underworld. How could she become a lackey of the underworld!
"You can also raise ghosts and collect souls in the underworld, and it's legitimate." The Wheel-turning King persuaded him earnestly.
His predecessor Hei Wuchang, who had just been promoted to the position of King of Chakravartin, was ordered to keep Yan Yan behind.
But he didn't dare to offend this ghost ancestor, so he could only persuade him with kind words.
"After I join your underworld priesthood, I will be under your control. I don't want to give up this free life." Yan Yan spoke boldly.
As long as she wants, she can escape from this hell.
"You are free here too. Our Emperor Beiyin has given an order. Now you are the famous person in front of Emperor Beiyin. No one dares to control you even if you walk around in this hell."
"That won't work either." Yan Yan still refused, "Aren't you asking me to betray my men?!"
Seeing how weak he was, the Wheel King gritted his teeth and said, "Then do you still remember Bai Wuchang who prevented you from disaster? Even though he has the post of underworld priest, he is still a half-god and half-ghost. He may have suffered a lot when he was pressed by the ghost-suppressing tower.
Hurt, now that the position of Hei Wuchang is vacant, are you willing to let your savior be seriously injured and still have to do the work of two people?"
After a while.
The fault in this matter is indeed hers.
When the Wheel King saw Yan Yan's hesitation, he immediately added jealously: "Actually, there are not many things that our underworld needs Wu Chang to do. There are also ghosts here. We just need to find Wu Chang who can suppress the ghosts. With your ability,
Isn’t this the same as raising ghosts and collecting souls in the human world? Aren’t you still the boss?”
"You have been promoted, why don't you see Bai Wuchang promoted?" Yan Yan asked suddenly, "It is obviously your credit to Bai Wuchang for capturing me back to the underworld."
"Hey, our Lord Bai doesn't need to be promoted. If he wanted to be promoted, he would have ascended to heaven and become a god and live freely. He has a great sense of responsibility." The wheel-turning king said quietly, "Our Lord Bai is so capable that no one in the underworld can take care of him.
, if you can take care of him, who in this hell wouldn’t call you boss?”
"Lord Hei Wuchang? Listen, how nice it sounds. It will be very honorable for a group of brats to call you like this!"
"Indeed, he is a little better than the boss." Yan Yan said proudly, "Okay, it would be good to get an official position in the underworld."
"Then you, draw a pledge?"
After confirming that it was just a sign asking her to do Hei Wuchang, Yan Yan took a fingerprint.
"Then you go to the Impermanence Hall to rest, and I will leave first." With that said, the Wheel-turning King had already walked away.
Yan Yan lowered his outstretched hand.
I haven’t told her how to get to the Palace of Impermanence yet!
Yan Yan only has ghost energy in her body and no divinity. She is the only one who has such powerful ghost power and can walk around the underworld at will.
When the ghosts and ghosts coming and going saw such a powerful ghost king, they all retreated several feet away.
Yan Yan wandered in the underworld for an hour, but he didn't know how to get to the Impermanence Hall.