Chapter 216 The evil ghost who collects debts and the god of death who urges death
In the bustling downtown area, there is a small tavern that is deserted. Just looking at the yellowed wine flag, you can tell that this tavern has been open for many years.
The shop assistant was basking in the sun lazily. There were only three people in the shop. Apart from him and the shopkeeper, there was only an old man who had lost less than half of his teeth.
call!
Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the man shivered immediately, and his hair stood on end.
It was as if winter had arrived in an instant.
With a start, he opened his eyes and saw that at some point, a man in black, wearing a cloak, with no facial features, male or female, old or young, had arrived in front of the store.
There is only a sheathed sword on his waist.
"Guests please come in."
The waiter got excited and stood up to greet him.
However, this guest was very strange. No matter what he said, he didn't reply even a word. He didn't sit down, but went straight to the backyard.
"Guest officer?"
Just as the waiter was about to stop him, he felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously took a step back.
"Where do friends come from?"
Behind the desk, the somewhat wealthy shopkeeper looked at the cloaked man:
"We only entertain friends in this backyard."
The shopkeeper seems to be quite old. Under his gray messy hair, his eyes are slightly cloudy.
He looked up and down at the visitor, feeling a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, I didn't feel the slightest breath, as if the cloak was just a cloak and there was no one in it...
The cloaked man turned around slowly, without saying a word, and only tapped the table twice, leaving writings.
The guy looked at it and felt relieved.
"The evil ghost who collects debts, the god of death who urges death."
Seeing the writing on the table, the shopkeeper nodded indifferently. The waiter understood, and then led the cloaked man to the backyard.
'This man is very dangerous...'
The shopkeeper shook his head slightly, but he really didn't remember what kind of master this was.
He glanced at the old man who was drinking slowly in the corner. The old man drank the last glass of wine slowly, stood up slowly, and walked to the backyard.
Seeing this, the shopkeeper felt relieved.
Many martial arts violate the ban.
After learning martial arts, I no longer wanted to farm or chop wood, nor was I willing to welcome people to and from people, sell myself as a slave, perform on the streets, or look after people's homes or homes.
Naturally, there are many people who take the wrong path to make money.
Ji Ming Lou is such an organization.
Among them are a mixture of good and bad, most of them are martial arts practitioners who are unwilling to join the family and the court, but are not satisfied with the status quo, and there are also people who are disgusted by people who cannot tolerate being in the court.
This is a loose and large organization.
Its looseness lies in the fact that the Urging Building has no station at all, let alone restraining the killers in the building. Its hugeness lies in the fact that it has no threshold.
You only need to know any stronghold in the Jiming Building to join it and accept various tasks.
Earn money, even elixirs, and martial arts.
This old tavern is one of the strongholds of Jingminglou.
Across the street, in a room in a high-rise building, Yang Yu sat cross-legged, concentrating on the evil-suppressing seal, sensing what he saw and heard from the living dead.
This is an extremely novel experience.
It's not like he sees something from the perspective of the living dead, it's more like he is possessing it and uses another body to walk around the world.
You can even eat, walk, and perform martial arts with the help of this immortal body.
Of course, it's a flaw that I can't stay too far away from him.
Based on the experiment on Yang Yu Road, this distance, centered on the Zhenxie Seal, is 333 feet, which is the limit.
Once this distance is exceeded, the living dead will lose control and fall into a deep sleep like a hibernating snake until they die.
The living dead also need to be maintained.
However, the food he eats is not ordinary grains. Apart from the evil energy accumulated on the evil-suppressing seal, Yang Yu has only found pills so far.
The stiff internal organs of the living dead have long been unable to digest normal food. Only pills that melt in the mouth can maintain their activity.
"The reminder building..."
Yang Yu's mind was concentrated, and most of his energy was used to control the living dead to enter the stronghold of the Death Building through the Evil Suppressing Seal. The other half was focused on himself, guarding against possible dangers.
The backyard of the old tavern is not very big either.
A few rooms away are a few old trees with yellowing leaves.
"Is this your first time here? Do you need some guidance?"
In front of the old tree, the waiter asked tentatively.
"lead the way."
A hoarse and sinister voice came from under the cloak. The man shuddered and couldn't say anything he wanted money for.
Cursing secretly, he opened the secret passage.
From the roots of the tree to the ground, this is an extremely secret tunnel. There are scattered torches in it. There is an open space behind the short tunnel.
Similar to a six-door murder room.
There are many tunnels leading here. Counting the one he came from, there are actually nine tunnels.
A dozen or so killers, either in disguise or with their faces covered, kept a distance from each other and looked at something like a wanted notice hanging on the wooden sign in the middle.
At this point, the guy naturally turned around and left.
Yang Yu's heart moved, and he controlled the living dead to get closer and looked at the pieces of wooden signs.
Not surprisingly, these are all assassination missions.
'so much?'
Yang Yu was a little surprised.
The wooden signs are not small, each piece has at least ten or as many assassination posts posted on it, and there are thirteen wooden signs like this in this cave.
There are many types and many goals.
In addition to common assassination missions, there are also missions such as escorting, spying on intelligence, and stealing.
The rewards are also very complicated, including money, weapons, elixirs, martial arts, and even beautiful women, women...
Not long after, Yang Yu saw his assassination mission.
[Third-level mission: Six Gates Bronze Badge to capture the head of Yang Yu. This man is extremely cruel and was once known as 'Yang Beheaded'. His sword skills are sharp and his archery skills are astonishing.
With the bow of Four Elephants, he has killed the three great bandits of Changliu. Non-four-pass warriors cannot take him on. Be careful, be careful!]
[Recommendation: Good at hiding, master of horizontal training, master of poison, master of assassination]
[Rewards: one thousand two hundred taels of gold, three thousand taels of silver, two intermediate martial arts, three hundred pieces each of Yiqi Powder and Blood Replenishing Pills. The task is completed, and there will be another thank you from the employer]
Looking at the mission to assassinate him, Yang Yu felt strange.
There is actually more than one mission related to him. In addition to this one with the most generous rewards, there are also three pursuit posts.
However, this one is the latest and seems to have been released not long ago.
The same level is also the highest.
The mission level of the Jiming Building is the lowest, and the third level is not low anymore. Many elders of several major sects in Qingzhou are hanging around in the second level.
In fact, the highest task on this wooden sign is only at level four.
"This friend is also eyeing this person?"
A sharp voice sounded as if he was pinching his throat, and a thin middle-aged man with an unnaturally yellow complexion and an obviously troubled appearance came closer.
Yang Yu glanced coldly:
"how?"
"It's a lot, but it's a pity that this mission is not worth it! My friend, I don't know, but not long ago, this person assisted Xu Wenji in killing the Changliu bandits, Ji Longshan!"
One stone stirs up a thousand waves.
Before this person finished speaking, other people in the cave were also attracted to his attention, either surprised or confused.
"This person killed Ji Longshan?"
"Beheading Yang? Capturing his head with just a bronze medal? How is that possible?"
"Although Ji Longshan became a monk halfway and only had one excellent martial art, the Red Dragon True Gang, he was a master who had changed his blood thirteen times and built five levels of foundation.
Who is this Yang Prison?"
Everyone was shocked and talking, and looked at the assassination post again.
Some people secretly broke into a cold sweat. They were killers who were determined to take on this task.
Scanning everyone's expressions with his peripheral vision, Yang Yu felt strange.
Although I knew that the mission building was loose, I didn't expect it to be so loose. Even when the mission was given, the latest information was not shared.
No wonder those two idiots went to die...
"The missions in the building are becoming more and more confusing! This person can kill Ji Longshan. Even if he is not a quasi-grandmaster of the fifth pass, he is probably close to it.
Such a character is actually designated as a third-grade person?!"
A burly master of cross-training claps on the table and gets up, very annoyed.
He almost took over the task.
"It is indeed inaccurate to classify this person as a third-grade person..."
In the tunnel, the voice of the old man came.
Yang Yu's heart moved.
The moment this voice came, the cave became quiet, everyone shut their mouths, and the big man who shouted turned pale, and cold sweat actually broke out on his forehead.
"You, why are you here, how..."
One of the killers was breathing rapidly.
He was an old man with almost all his teeth. He was so thin that he could be blown away by a gust of wind. No matter how you looked at him, he didn't look threatening at all.
'This old guy?'
Yang Yu recognized this old man as the old guy from the tavern before.
The five senses of the living dead were rigid and far less sensitive than his, so he didn't realize that this old man was actually a great master.
In fact, even if you look at it from a close distance, you can't see anything with the eyesight of the living dead.
However, from the changes in the expressions of many killers, he guessed the identity of this person.
The person in charge of the Qingzhou Tower, Zhao Wusha!
This person is very mysterious, so mysterious that although he is also on the list of wanted criminals in the six gates, there is almost no information about this person.
All I know is that this person's martial arts are extremely high, and he is among the top ten in Qingzhou.
Now it seems that it is no worse than Fang Qidao.
"I have nothing to do, so I came out to have a drink."
The old man walked over slowly and shook his head slightly:
"Not to mention that this person can assist others to kill Ji Longshan, but his superior archery skills, which can kill three major bandits, should be rated as fourth grade..."
"That's what Mr. Zhao said."
A response came from the tunnels extending in all directions. A figure jumped out like a ghost, bowed and said:
"It's because my subordinates have unknown information..."
"Return this task, re-grade it, notify the employer, and ask him to make up for the reward. If he cannot make up the reward, this task does not need to be sent again!"
The old man said calmly.
The man who bowed hurriedly nodded, tore off the assassination sticker, turned around and ran into one of the tunnels.
"You are busy, don't worry about me."
Glancing at the trembling murderers, the old man smiled slightly, ignoring the others, and looked at the living dead covered in cloaks:
"Let's talk?"
Does he recognize me?
No, he knows Fang Qidao?
Keenly aware of the change in the old man's tone, Yang Yu's heart moved and he did not refuse. He nodded and said hoarsely:
"good."
The organs of the living dead are rigid and their pronunciation is very obscure.
The old man frowned slightly, but turned around and led Yang Yu into a secret room.
In the secret room, the lights are even darker.
The old man waved his hand casually, closed the stone door, and then smiled:
"Not many people know about me coming out of seclusion this time. Brother Qi was found so quickly, which makes me even more curious about your origins!"
He really knows the way!
However, we don’t know Fang Qidao’s true identity…
Hearing this, Yang Yu's heart sank and he spoke hoarsely:
"What's the flaw?"
"Brother Qi's disguise was so subtle this time that I almost didn't recognize it. Unfortunately, although you have changed your breath and voice, you can't even get home if you cover up your smell."
Zhao Wusha smiled lightly and said:
"Is the early disappearance of Ghost Villa related to Brother Qi?"
"It doesn't matter."
Yang Yu responded coldly, while his mind was spinning rapidly.
This old guy's martial arts might not be as good as Fang Qidao's in his prime. If he sees anything, this living dead man will probably be killed...
"Yeah?"
Zhao Wusha obviously didn't believe it, so he didn't dwell too much on this issue and asked:
"Brother Qi, why are you here? Why did you leave our common stronghold and come all the way here?"
The turbid eyes flashed sharply, scrutinizing.
His martial arts skills are special, and he rarely makes mistakes, but before, he almost didn't recognize this person, which is a bit strange...
"I came after someone, but unfortunately there was no trace. I thought that there is a stronghold of Guilou here, so I came here to try my luck."
Yang Yu tried his best to imitate Fang Qidao's tone and said indifferently.
"With Brother Qi's skill, is there anyone he can't catch?"
Zhao Wusha was a little surprised and said curiously:
"Who is this person?"
"A nobody."
Yang Yu's thoughts turned around and he decided to use this building to find the old man.
The intelligence of the Jiming Building may not be as good as that of Six Gates and Jinyiwei, but these underground organizations often have unusual channels.
"Is it related to the Lian Sheng Cult?"
Zhao Wusha's face was cold, his interest was mostly gone, and he asked in a disappointed tone:
"Brother Qi always has these problems! Last time he offered a reward to Wei Zhengxian, and this time he wants to provoke the Liansheng Cult? This business can't be done, at least, I can't do it.
This is the rule."
In this world, there are all kinds of rules, explicit, implicit, and unwritten, everywhere.
And the higher you are in a high position and the more you take advantage of others, the more you have to abide by the rules.
The killer organization has been exploiting the sidelines for generations.
Those evil people who are hated by humans and ghosts are not tolerated in the world or the court. If they don't even abide by their own rules, there will be no way out.
The Jiming Building is very loose, and there are no rules for mutual assistance. The strongholds in each state are independent.
Here, he never accepts tasks above level four.
"Isn't it just a matter of looking for someone?"
Yang Yu was surprised by what was revealed in his words, but he did not believe in any rules and calmly reported the price:
"How about a superior martial arts?"
"The Lian Sheng Sect is a sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. Its influence is spread all over the world. Not to mention in the Ming Dynasty, even in Da Li, Tianlang is also famous..."
"If you want me to provoke such a force..."
Zhao Wusha was pacing with his hands behind his back, then suddenly turned around and said: