When Ding Chunqiu, who was led by Wang Sanchui through the passage of reincarnation and joined the Ghost Kingdom, met Wu Yazi, it was a mess.
The two ghosts are now dead souls, without any martial arts skills, but they have retained all the memories of their previous lives. So the enemies are extremely jealous when they meet, and they don't care whether they can hurt each other, they just do it! They fight each other when they meet, and they join hands within a few seconds.
Falling to the ground and rolling around, the most ridiculous thing is that Ding Chunqiu actually used his mouth, biting Wu Yazi's shoulder bit by bit. Did he want to bite him to death?
Xue Wusuan glanced at him and turned around to leave without saying anything. Such trivial matters were not his turn, it was Rong Ziju's job.
Rong Ziju was also very interesting. After sending Xue Wusuan away, he didn't pay attention to the two people rolling on the ground. He turned around and went to the fields outside the village. In these days, he had extracted twenty-one souls, and all of them were extracted by Rong Ziju.
The dead souls raised were all carefully selected by Rong Ziju. In addition to meeting the three major extraction standards, what he valued most was whether any of these dead souls were good at farming.
In Rong Zijou's view, being allowed to join the Ghost Kingdom is a great opportunity for the ancestors to leave the green smoke. It is impossible to accept everyone who meets the requirements. After all, the Ghost Kingdom can only accommodate thirty-six ghosts at present, and every quota is extremely precious.
Those who have farmed and can farm will be considered to have a "diploma", and only Rong Zijian will take it out. He doesn't bother to pay attention to the rest of the dead souls who don't have any dazzling skills. Let them float in the passage and reincarnate. If it happens to be
Those weird dead souls that "cannot be reincarnated and cannot be reincarnated" deserve their bad luck and can only be exterminated in the end and return to the origin of the world.
When the dead souls with "farming diplomas" received the three types of Yin Gu given to them by Rong Ziju, the various habits and cultivation methods of these seeds immediately emerged in their memories.
I watched them clean up the farmland and bury the seeds into the soil one by one. Finally, I saw these dead souls actually inserting their hands into the soil and taking them out after a while.
Rong Zijou was curious, and after asking, he understood what these dead souls were doing just now.
Yin Valleys cannot germinate and grow in the soil. They also need enough Yin Qi to activate. And what those dead souls did just now was to transfer the Yin Qi from their souls into the seeds. In this way, there is both soil and
With enough yin energy activated, these seeds can begin to take root and germinate.
"Wouldn't this make your souls weak? How can you improve it?" Rong Ziju was slightly shocked after hearing this. He didn't want these "highly educated" residents he had finally picked out to become weak one after another.
Death. At the same time, I secretly thought that these valleys are really not ordinary things. Just planting them is so weird.
When asked about this, the ghost citizen in front of him smiled and replied: "Master Rong, don't worry. After sprouting, these Yin Valleys can rely on the growing leaves to absorb Yin Qi from the surroundings to supply themselves. With my current soul body, I can
Plant three hundred Yin Gu, and when they mature, I can eat four or five more Yin Gu to replenish all I have consumed now."
The rules of the Ghost Country are set. Eighty percent of the Yin Gu grown will be taken away, and the remaining 20% will be the remuneration of the growers. But this was the first time Rong Zijian heard about grain calculation.
Curious, he asked: "How much harvest can three hundred plants produce?"
"Generally speaking, 300 plants can eventually produce about 1,500 yingu."
Rong Ziju did a little calculation, and found that there were 1,500 pills. After excluding the 300 pills used as seeds, and then deducting the ones that needed to be handed over, there were finally 240 pills in the hands of the ghost, which was enough to restore its soul.
Even if you lose your body, you can still make a lot of profit.
After asking about it, Rong Ziju slowly returned to the village to see if Ding Chunqiu and Wu Yazi were still fighting.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, he heard screams. When he went in and took a look, Rong Zijou was happy.
The Wang family's three mallets, who had returned from the reincarnation passage at an unknown time, were swiping the soul-beating whip on Wu Yazi and Ding Chunqiu's bodies. They were cursing while they were lashing out. They said that these two ghosts were beaten endlessly, but who could do it?
I can't beat them to death, they look annoying and I want to beat them to death.
"Okay, don't fight. If you fight again, the souls and bodies will be scattered. They are the ghosts that Lord Yan personally confessed to."
"Boss Rong, what are these two guys capable of? Are they worthy enough for Yan Jun to explain to him personally?"
"You ask me, who should I ask?" Shaking his head, Rong Zijuan looked at the two ghosts lying on the ground like mud and said with a smile: "This is the underworld of Wudao Yama, the ghost country established by Lord Yama.
There are some rules here. No matter how much hatred you had before you were alive, it is equivalent to a new life when you come here. Remember the whip just now, you can't fight privately here. Besides, you should understand it, right? You guys
They are already dead. Even if you fight each other with your souls like this for a hundred years, you won't be able to kill each other.
So, stay in the Ghost Country and live your life honestly. Start by farming, and when the Ghost Country develops in the future, Lord Yan will naturally arrange other things for you to do."
Wu Yazi and Ding Chunqiu glared at each other, but it was true that they understood what Rong Ziju said, and if they continued to fight, they would not be able to do anything to each other. After taking a breath, the two ghosts stood up and took Rong Ziju to distribute them to them.
The yingu seeds were harvested and went to work in the fields honestly.
Regardless of whether they regretted boarding Xue Wusuan's pirate ship or not, they had already come aboard anyway. If they wanted to go down again, they would have to have Xue Wusuan's nod.
The fight failed. Wu Yazi and Ding Chunqiu began to fight in another way.
"Bullshit master and apprentice! Everyone will be the same in the underworld! Maybe you are not as good as me here!"
"Not as good as you? What a joke! Astronomy, geography, music, chess, calligraphy, painting, plus military strategy, how can you compare to me?"
"Forget about scheming! Can you strategize and still be slapped off the cliff by me? That was all before my death, so I won't talk about it anymore. But when it comes to farming, can you compare to me? I myself
I have been farming at home since I was a child, and now I have a place to use it! I am definitely a hundred times better than you!"
"Ignorant! What you planted are mortal things, and now you are planting spiritual roots from the underworld. There is no comparison between the two!"
"Don't believe it? Then let's take a gamble! Do you dare?"
"What to bet on?"
"Bet, bet, bet on who can produce the most Yingu. Whoever loses will kowtow to the other party and shout "I know I was wrong" three times. Do you dare?"
"Hmph! Even though it's childish, I agreed! Just to see you kowtow and apologize, I made a bet!"
So, Ding Chunqiu planted three hundred Yingu plants, and Wu Yazi asked Rong Zijui for fifty more to plant. When Ding Chunqiu saw that he could plant three hundred and fifty plants, why couldn't I? So there was
They followed the same example. The two ghosts came and went, and finally they were so exhausted that their souls were shaking and they had to stop. By this time, they had already planted 460 Yingu plants each.
You can't feel the existence of time at all in the underworld, and Wu Yazi doesn't know how long he has been in a daze.
I watched the shady valley in the field sprout and grow taller. Finally, when it reached a height of about half a foot, it began to shed its leaves and then bear fruit. After an unknown amount of time, the fruits above began to glow faintly. Some were dark, some were dark.
There were three colors of red, yellow and green, and some of them emitted green light. Seeing this scene, Wu Yazi burst out laughing.
The valley is ripe.
Working hard, harvesting one grain by one, counting grains one by one. In the end, Wu Yazi harvested a total of 2,761 grains of three types of Yin Gu.
In the field next to Wuyazi, Ding Chunqiu was also carefully counting his harvest. After counting, he stared at Wuyazi across the field.