The lonely ghosts all knelt on the ground, letting the dark wind blow around them, causing the three souls and seven souls to sway.
The tall and thick collection officer was riding on a vicious hell dog, wearing a robe, and holding a long whip majestically, beating the air impatiently.
The old village chief did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly said hello, and the three ghosts walked forward cautiously. They neatly placed the thirty-six dug soul stones in front of the collection officer.
Most of these soul stones are gray, and only a few are dark in color. There are also a few whitish stones mixed in, which is obviously of poor quality.
The collection officer riding on the hell dog stopped beating the air and said grimly: "No more?"
The old village chief smiled with a smile on his face: "Sir, the environment in Ten Thousand Souls Valley is terrible, and everyone has tried their best..."
The collector's voice suddenly became louder: "According to the assigned tasks! Your team must pay eighty soul stones within three days! Now the time has come! It's not even half!"
"Old man Cheng, it's okay! Don't you even take the words of the Territory Lord seriously?"
The Yin Qi in the old village chief's body was violently turbulent, and he was obviously overly frightened. He said tremblingly: "I dare not disobey the Lord of the Territory's order, but the task is really heavy..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a snap, and the collector's whip was swung over his head, beating the old village chief's body in half on the spot.
The old village chief screamed, and a ball of yin energy continued to squirm, and then gradually returned to human form, but the three souls and seven souls were obviously a little more illusory, and it was obvious that his vitality was severely damaged by the beating.
The collection officer was stunned for a moment and cursed: "You old guy, you can resist being beaten!"
Someone next to him suddenly sneered and said: "A little lonely ghost, with a solid body, was able to recover after being beaten by the collector. Tell me, did you secretly use the soul stone to strengthen your own body?"
Three souls and seven souls?”
The collection officer suddenly woke up and became furious: "Old man! How can you withstand my whipping! It turns out that you dare to steal the soul stone! Damn it! You blatantly violated the orders of the domain lord, what should I do?
crime!"
The man next to him said gloomily: "Stealing soul stones is a serious crime, and you will be punished with death! In my opinion, there is no need for the more than 200 ghosts in Black Forest Village to exist any longer."
"It just so happens that the Territory Lord still needs some lonely ghosts to refine the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners, so let them use the waste!"
The collection officer nodded repeatedly: "That's right! You bunch of unscrupulous people! It's useless, and you still want to use soul stones to strengthen yourself! Come on! Arrest all these unscrupulous people!"
The hell dogs behind them roared one after another, and the superior Yin soldiers gathered around with grins. They drew out their swords and wanted to take down all the Yin souls present.
The old village chief screamed: "Everyone, please do well! We are all loyal ghost people of the Southern Territory! As God testifies, we have never stolen soul stones! Never!"
"I beg you, sir, to have mercy! As long as you give us a chance, even if our souls are gone, we will dig out enough soul stones for you! I beg you, sir, to have mercy!"
He knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, while the ghosts around him were also wailing everywhere, wanting to beg the collectors to give them another chance.
But the collection officer sneered: "A pariah is a pariah! You secretly used the soul stone, and you still want to forgive me? Why don't you take action? Why are you standing there?"
The ghost soldiers riding on the hell dogs turned over one after another, holding the ghost head sword in one hand and grabbing the old village chief's head with the other, trying to suppress him.
You must know that the Territory Lord of the Southern Territory has died several times. The newly appointed Territory Lord has already made up his mind. If the Wangui Banner cannot be refined, he will never participate in the battle easily again.
What he lacks now is lonely ghosts. There are more than two hundred ghosts in Heilin Village.
Even if you don't dig enough soul stones, bringing back so many heads is still a great achievement.
Seeing that the ghost-headed sword was about to fall on the old village chief, he heard him looking up to the sky and crying: "Old ancestor! We are all your loyal people! Why do you treat us like this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, figures flickered, followed by a sputtering sound, and seven or eight ghost soldiers holding ghost-headed knives broke apart one after another, turning into a ball of yin energy and flying back.
This time it became so hasty that even the collection officer didn't react. He turned pale with horror on the spot and shouted: "Who!"
You must know that although these ghost soldiers are second-line troops, they are all qualified to use soul stones. Their souls are solid and full of violence. Although they are not as good as the exorcists of Middle-earth, they are not capable of these lonely wild ghosts at all.
To deal with.
But just now, seven or eight ghost soldiers were scattered in an instant. Although their souls were not scattered, their vitality was seriously injured. I don't know how long it will take to recover.
The person who just took action was naturally me.
Although this is a matter within the Ten Thousand Demons Pit, even if the old village chief and other lonely ghosts are used to refine the Ten Thousand Demons Banner, it is still a matter among their dead and has nothing to do with me.
But this old village chief is really a good person. He just used the soul stone to save me and gave me a new identity so that I would not become a gangster.
It is impossible not to repay this kindness.
What's more, the collectors are really disgusting. They often use three souls and seven souls of people to make Ten Thousand Ghost Banners. I really can't stand it.
Even though I have no body and am still in a state of ghost, my abilities are not damaged at all.
The black and white sword of life and death can be used, and the water and fire evil-proof clothes can also be used for protection. It is not easy to deal with these little minions.
But as soon as I made a move, the collection officer immediately became angry. He flicked the whip in his hand and screamed: "Reverse! Rebellion! Are the lonely ghosts in Heilin Village really going to turn the world upside down?"
As he spoke, he activated the hell dog on his crotch and rushed towards me without hesitation. Behind him, dozens of ghost soldiers came around from left and right, trying to capture me on the spot.
I sneered and stomped my feet slightly, and a whirlwind broke out on the ground. The dark wind was so strong that the hell dogs couldn't open their eyes, and the elite ghost soldiers covered their eyes.
The next second, a figure flashed past, and then there were endless sounds of ouch, ouch, ouch.
But it was me who used the Shrinking Technique while their eyes were closed just now, and knocked dozens of ghost soldiers off the hell dogs on the spot.
On the way back, I also caught a large and powerful collection officer and a ghost with a deer-headed rat's eye.
This deer-headed, rat-eyed ghost is the insidious guy who just pointed out the collection officer.
I threw the collection officer on the ground and said coldly: "Sir, we are all ghost people and belong to the Southern Territory. Why do we have to kill them all?"
The collection officer looked at me in horror. He really couldn't think of anyone who could be so powerful.
How could such a powerful guy exist in a little-known village?
Seeing that the collection officer was so frightened that he couldn't speak, I said again: "Sir, please give me some face and just let this matter go, okay?"
In fact, I really wanted to crush this guy to death on the spot, but I couldn't do it.
This is the far north ice field, and it is within the jurisdiction of Wan Mo Keng. Killing him is a trivial matter, but attracting Wan Mo Keng's attention will be troublesome.
After all, I am not familiar with the place here. Once I kill an official and rebel, I may be hunted down by experts.
To put it another way, what if I could escape? Why not let the old village chief of Heilin Village bear the consequences? With the urine of Wan Mo Pit, I would definitely be buried with him.
So I just had to be patient and try to scare this guy away.
The collection officer looked up at me. He was probably arrogant and wanted to curse someone. Unexpectedly, he saw my cold gaze and swallowed the curse words that he had not yet spoken.
He said in a deep voice: "You are not the dead soul of Black Forest Village!"
I smiled and said: "My name is Zhang Daniu, and I am a dead soul born and raised in Heilin Village. The old village chief can block the evidence, and the ghosts around me can also testify!"
"It really doesn't work. It's recorded in the life and death book. You can find out Zhang Daniu's name just by looking it up!"
Zhang Daniu does exist, but this guy was a bit unlucky. He was exhausted while digging for soul stones, and was blown away by a dark wind on the spot.
It wasn't until the old village chief discovered that I was a "deserter" that he asked me to take this name.
The collection officer was tough and said loudly: "I have been to Black Forest Village! They are all a group of honest and honest souls! Who can have this ability! Tell me! Are you a living dead?"
The living dead are spies who enter the world of the dead.
In order to complete the tasks assigned by Zhongtu, these spies chose to commit suicide without hesitation, and finally turned into ghosts and sneaked into the city to collect intelligence.
Although they are dead souls, they have chosen to side with the living after all. Even some of the best among them have infiltrated the upper echelons and are slowly instilling the belief that the living and the dead are equal.
Although they are dead souls, their hearts are for the living, so they are called the living dead.