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Now he also knew why he felt the strange monster was familiar, he had seen it before.
There was white mist swirling around its body, and its appearance and disappearance were very abrupt. Moreover, there were Yinming insects following it as its accomplices. Isn't this the same monster that we encountered in Jilong Mountain?
The culprit who caused the earth's spiritual energy to dissipate and the yellow rice to wither in large areas finally died at the hands of Song Wuji, the elder of Jilong Dao.
"If we judge the monster based on Elder Song's strength, then this monster is actually not impossible to deal with." Chen Mu suddenly had an idea.
The boss of Yupinxuan, Leyang Anle, once said that the supernatural power and ghost pattern of the Yin spirit are similar to the embryonic form of the Tao foundation. With this calculation, the Yin spirit divine fetus can be comparable to the Tao foundation of the Qi cultivator.
I have traced back more than half of my divine fetus. I can't say that I can compare with Taoist monks, but I should be able to compete with masters of Nengqiao.
And Song Wuji is a master of Condensation.
"Elder Song was able to kill a strange monster when he encountered one. If I were to face a strange monster, I could also... run away."
"Alas...it's better to hide in Qingyang City first."
What a strange monster! As soon as you hear it, you know it is strange and difficult to deal with. It is better not to touch it if you can.
"I just wonder if Qingyang City will also go to Tianwaitian to hunt like Jigu City."
"Besides, as an outsider ghost, my identity is also a problem."
"I still have to ask around."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 490 Living God
On the outskirts of Daqing Mountain, behind a small hill somewhere, more than a hundred evil spirits holding knives and swords gathered in groups of three or five.
"Listen to me, we are here to collect tolls, not to fight with others. No one is allowed to take action without my order."
"If you act rashly and lose your life, don't blame me for not warning you in advance." The fat leader with a face full of flesh shouted loudly.
"What if those caravans don't pay?" Someone in the crowd couldn't help but speak out.
"You won't give it to me?!" Fatheading's face twisted, and he staggered among the crowd with his big belly sticking out: "If you don't want to give it to me...then don't give it to me. Do you still want to rob others? You are risking your life."
He looked nonchalant and said, "After we return to Qingshan City, you can just say that the other party ran fast and we couldn't catch up."
"We are the Great Thieves of Qingshan. Isn't this a bit cowardly..." someone whispered.
"Coward? Haha, you have to hand over all the stolen things. It's just a few dollars a month, why are you risking your life?" The fat leader squinted at the evil spirit that made the sound.
On the other side of the hillside, Chen Mu, who had been hiding for a while, had a strange look on his face.
This bandit's thinking is a bit strange...
This was already the second day since he left the small valley.
Having decided to go to Qingyang City, he did not delay any longer and moved his entire thatched house into Qiandeng City and set off that same day.
Following the directions pointed out by the two ghosts, Chen Mu found the bandit base. He originally wanted to capture a group of vicious bandits and interrogate them for information, but he didn't expect to run into a group of lazy bandits.
"I don't know whether you are lucky or unlucky." Chen Mu walked out from the other side of the hill with a strange look on his face.
"What are you doing?" asked the fat leader with a protruding belly with a ferocious look on his face.
"Collecting tolls." Chen Mu responded with a smile.
Fat leader: “…”
Collect tolls?
This is a joke on me!
"Get your weapons!" His big fat face suddenly turned red.
Chen Mu couldn't help but sigh and shook his head.
"He does have a very sharp mind, but unfortunately his eyesight is not very good."
The order of Emperor Yama!
Whoosh!
The ghosts who had just stood up raised their hands above their heads at the same time.
Chen Mu raised his hand with a smile, and dots of fluorescent light flew into the crowd.
The devil spirit seed!
……
"Qingyang City doesn't accept wandering ghosts?" Chen Mu frowned as he looked at the fat leader Lu Tong who had a flattering smile on his face.
"No." Lu Tong shook his head again and again: "Otherwise I would have gone to Qingyang City long ago."
"Life in the mountains is hard. It's nothing like Qingyang City, where you can eat, drink and have fun."
“You don’t even accept newborn ghosts?” Chen Mu didn’t quite believe it.
"We won't accept those who come to us on their own, only those with guarantees." Lu Tong explained: "There are more than ten acropolises under Qingyang City. They are stationed along the Wangchuan River. They are mainly responsible for collecting new Yin spirits. Only those with good talents will be sent to Qingyang City."
"If it is an ordinary newborn ghost, it has to live in the small town below for more than ten years and obtain a household registration in the small town before it is allowed to go to Qingyang City."
This is different from Jiugu City.
Chen Mu frowned, and after thinking about it for a while, he understood.
According to Old Ghost Shen, although Jiugu City has hundreds of years of history, it is actually only a new city. The city lord is eager to increase his strength, so he accepts all new ghosts.
Qingyang City has existed for a long time and has no shortage of Yin spirits. After the initial expansion stage, it is qualified to choose and select, so it will not casually accept new Yin spirits.
It's a bit troublesome.
Chen Mu scratched his head.
Why don’t you go to the Acropolis under the jurisdiction of Qingyang City and stay there for a few years?
It’s not impossible…
"Actually, there is another way to enter Qingyang City." Lu Tong's eyes rolled around, with a shrewd look on his face: "There are countless businesses in Qingyang City. If you can be invited as a guest by them and provide a guarantee, you can enter Qingyang City."
"Then why don't you go?" Chen Mu looked at Lu Tong sideways.
"The main reason is that the conditions are a bit harsh." Lu Tong laughed awkwardly: "First of all, you have to be strong enough, at least you have to be a ghost soldier. Also, you have to sign a secret contract, which means you may have to sell your life to these companies for decades."
"I'm not strong enough, and I've already sold my life to Qingshan City, so I can't go this way."
"But you are different." Lu Tong winked and laughed, "You have the ability to control people. As long as you make everyone in the company your own, the contract will be nothing but a piece of waste paper. You don't have to risk your life for it."
sure!
Chen Mu couldn't help but look sideways.
This guy is really smart. In just a short while, he has already figured out a way out for himself.
Chen Mu couldn't help but think about it, and the more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.
He had no intention of using the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed to harm anyone, he just wanted to use the caravan as a guarantee to go to Qingyang City.
On the one hand, he could avoid the dangers of wild monsters, and on the other hand, he could use the information from Qingyang City to inquire about Fengdu City and find a caravan to cooperate with.
As for the secret contract, with the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed in it, we are one of them, so we are not afraid of being cheated even if we sign it.
It's done!
……
Outside Daqing Mountain.
The wide road was dark but surprisingly smooth and flat, as if it was made of melted glass.
Thirty or forty groups of black clouds formed a long dragon. The black clouds were mixed with wisps of dim flames and kept rolling. They carried tall, withered yellow wooden boxes that were four or five meters wide and more than ten meters long and ran quickly.
The wooden box on the leading flame car cloud is only half the size of the other wooden boxes, but it has doors on the front and back, windows on both sides, and exquisite carvings on the surface. It is more like a house than a cargo box.
The floor is covered with carpet, and there are desks, tall cabinets, wooden chairs, and round stools. There are even two green bonsai in the corner.
There was a low couch by the window on the right, and a square wooden table in the middle. An old man and a young man were sitting on either side of the low table.
The old man with white hair and beard sat upright and said, "Young Master, the City Lord's Mansion wants us to provide another living god this month."
"More?" The young man in white who was half lying on the pillow reading a book opposite him couldn't help but sit up.
The young man in white picked up the black teapot on the low table and filled the cup in front of the old man. He frowned and said, "Since ten years ago, the City Lord's Mansion has had an increasing demand for living gods."
"In the past, there was a conquest every year, but now it has become a conquest every month. It seems that the mortal world is not peaceful after all."
The old man nodded: "This is just one of the reasons. The city lord may also want to use this to weaken the power of each family."
The pale-faced young man curled his lips and said, "He is always worried that someone else will take his place. He is just an old stubborn man."
"The city lord is indeed not young anymore." The gray-haired old man nodded: "He hasn't been to the outer world for nearly a hundred years, and his strength is probably at the limit of improvement. He doesn't want to give up the current situation, so he naturally starts playing the game of balancing power."
"Fortunately, it doesn't block everyone's path to advancement. As long as you are strong enough, you can build a city on your own, and the city lord will also provide support with secret techniques and mystical arts."
"He's not that kind." The young man in white curled his lips: "He just thinks this is a good business."
"He is allowed to build a city on his own and we will provide him with help, but the prerequisite is that he must sign a harsh contract and provide him with enough benefits. Otherwise, Shang Yang would not have gone out to build Qingshan City on his own."
The gray-haired old man shook his head slightly but did not refute. Instead, he brought up the original topic: "Then this year's quota..."
The white-faced young man shook his head: "We can't use our own people anymore."
"Many living gods have been sent to the mortal world over the years, but how many have returned alive? We can't just send away the talents that our family has worked so hard to cultivate."
"Go to Qingshan City to buy? The price is not cheap." The old man with gray hair shook his head. "We know that everyone is reluctant to part with their own ghost soldiers. The price of ghost soldiers in Qingshan City has been rising year by year. That ghost king Shang is determined to rip us off."
The young man in white couldn't help but grit his teeth and said, "Shang Yang is not an easy person to deal with."
Just as they were weighing the pros and cons, there was a sudden noise in front of the convoy.
The two looked out the window and saw more than a hundred people holding swords and knives, rushing down from a small hill not far away.
Behind the bandits, there was another person hanging far behind them. He was tall and thin, wearing a black suit, with a blank expression and sharp eyes. A silver vertical line was faintly visible between his eyebrows, making him look even more indifferent. He was totally out of tune with the mob in front of him.
"That person... is a ghost soldier?" Noticing the other party's aura, the young man in white was stunned.
"It is very likely that he has awakened the magical ghost pattern." The old man with gray hair squinted his eyes and looked at him for a moment, then nodded seriously.
"Qingshan City can send ghost soldiers to collect tolls? Are the soldiers under Shangyang so wealthy?" the young man in white wondered.
"Judging from the style of his clothes, he doesn't look like someone from Qingshan City." The old man with gray hair shook his head.