Chapter 24: Raise the ghost
"You also saw it?"
Wu Ming looked around and saw three equally dull expressions on Shan Lan.
"We…"
Shan Lan and Ling Guhong both grimaced: "When did you choose the good camp?"
"How could I know?"
Wu Ming was a little depressed, because how ironic the Mission seemed like: "But… since the task is taken, we can only work hard to complete it. Fortunately, we don't have to directly be hostile to the Black Mountains Monarch and the Heitai City God may come and help…"
That being said, the heart of the people is simply different from the Black Mountain Monarch who occupies 300 miles of Black Mountain.
"Mission changed… Would you like to inform Thousand Blade Kill?"
Shan Lan's face saw several changes and said: "Although this man is only a small leader in Blood Alliance, he can also mobilize some ressources…"
"I'm afraid… it's not that simple…" freewebno(v)el
Wu Ming sighed, "How do you know that the other party has the same task as us? Wouldn't we hand it over in vain?"
"This is…"
Both Ling Qinzhi's and Ling Guhong's complexion changed and Shan Lan added: "Yes, I didn't think about it. Many thanks to Nameless for your reminder!"
Seeing this, Wu Ming immediately knew that these three people were obviously under too much pressure, and some of the six gods had no master.
In his heart, he was astonished: "Is the Divine Dao in this world, that powerful?"
At this time, he didn't say much. A few people chatted a few words without wishing to go on. They went back to the compartment and went to sleep.
At nightfall.
As the clouds cover the sun, the city county raised the curfew. In ancient times, it was rare to see a trace of light. When it was ugly, the Heaven and Earth was a black hole.
Inside the compartment, Wu Ming laid down his clothes on, breathing evenly and long, seemingly absent facing a faint layer of light hardly discernable.
The Spirit Turtle Qi Cultivation upper body can be practiced to level of perfection sleeping and had its own share of benefits.
"Rumble!"
At this time, the windows moved. In the darkness, something seemed to come in.
As soon the object rolled in the room, it turned into a humanoid shape, with sharp nails on both hands and rushed toward the couch.
Bang!
Just as the dark green nails were about to get into Wu Ming's clothes, a layer of golden light suddenly appeared, and the whole room was gleaming.
"Ah!"
The figure gave a high and shrill scream, revealing a dishevelled hair, green and terrible face and looking at Wu Ming's golden light, it wanted to retreat.
"Is it unexpectedly of a Ghost Race?"
Wu Ming opened his eyes and looked at it quietly. His eyes jumped: "I don't commit crimes but people make me do it, good! Very good!"
It didn't matter much, flying out of a character, pasted on the door frame, the whole room seemed to flash, crystal clear glass, more like a copper wall, iron wall. This ghost scattered and invisible and at the time that it was hit, it screamed.
"This is a ghost driven by someone?!"
In Wu Ming's eyes, there was a trace of eagerness to try and he suddenly jumped from the bed and like the tiger coming from the mountain, in a whistle, a punch came out. The True Qi drove a strong wind current and the airflow was set in the room.
"Haw!"
The thin figure of the ghost was like paper in face of Wu Ming's fist, it fluttered back like a small boat on the raging waves but if the wind and waves are soaring, it can't be overtuned.
Only at this time, did it see that Wu Ming had masculine qi and blood and did not dare attack openly, trying repeatedly to the windows and door.
"Huh… Sure enough… my martial arts has not condensed to Innate. Essence, Qi, Spirit can only protect oneself and can't harm intangible things?"
Martial arts are bloody and masculine. If there are no feat at heart, the ordinary ghosts are unable to get close but at the same time, you can only protect yourself.
But when it comes to Innate and even practising Astral Qi, qi, essence, and spirit are different. Even fist wind can injure Malicious Ghosts and Evil Ghosts!
However, Wu Ming was only at pinnacle True Qi Realm. The Essence, Qi and Spirit still has a trace that is unable to condense and naturally had this effect.
"Martial artists before Mortal Body Realm 6th Layer. If you want to deal with ghosts, you can only…"
Wu Ming flicked his finger, his fingernail pierced his index finger and squeezed out a drop of bright red like agate, crystal clear blood beads, facing the open teeth and dancing claws, like a playful and mocking ghost.
Bang!
The fist flashed a red shadow, rushing into the ghost's chest.
"Ah!"
The ghost uttered a scream with big hole in his chest. There were even a look of fear in its pupil and it quickly ran into the window like a trapped beast.
"It's just ordinary people who bite the tip of the tongue for the blood essence, where the three visceral cavities and gall bladder is here, to ward off ghosts. As for Martial Artists… the blood on the tip of the tongue is not needed, ordinary blood is enough… Of course, it must be from the Martial Artist in full health and vigor. If you`re injured or your heart is afraid, the Essence, Qi and Spirit cannot be united into the blood and so, will not have much of an effect…"
Wu Ming remembered it again.
"What's up?"
Outside, Shan Lan's shouts came out loud with a clear and melodious sword sound.
This was obviously trouble and several people nearby were aware of it.
Seeing this, Wu Ming no longer had any experimental mood, pulling out the Peach Wood Sword and with several slashs, the Malicious Ghosts screamed and dissipated. The faint black qi slowly melted under the gold light.
"What happened?"
After a few breaths, the voices of Shan Lan and Ling Gu Hong came in.
Wu Ming opened the door and saw the Confucian Scholar Ling Qizhi walking out of the room. Obviously, in this Mission World, these people could not rest assured and were vigilant when hearing the slightest sound of trouble.
"It's okay to be disturbed by an unexpected guest while in your dreams…"
At this time, Wu Ming naturally packed all of the unsightly things. His neat clothes and calm face made Shan Lan and Ling Guhong feel unfathomable.
"What… what are you going to do?"
Seeing Wu Ming walking outside the courtyard, Shan Lan couldn't help asking.
"Needless to say, I'm returning the favour!"
There was a chill in Wu Ming's eyes as he said with a sneer.
Without revenge, would he be considered a muck to be pinched? Moreover, just as the Mission was released, it provoked an attack which Wu Ming immediately connecting these events.
'From this ghost creature, it is obvious that the man behind this is obviously not powerful. Daoists master do not master this art. At most, he would a master of river and lakes who've learned a first-rate Soul Servant Technique.
‘And… it’s not too far away…’
Wu Ming turned over the wall, like a single cat flying, with a cold face.
……
"Ah… my little ghost… my little ghost is broken!"
Just before Wu Ming killed the ghost, not far from the inn, in a courtyard, a man with a horse face bled in his nostril as he screamed, his muscles twitched with cold sweat dripping, seemingly suffering huge pain.
"That… the goddamn, actually killed my little ghost… ahh… This enmity is irreconcilable, I want him to die, ahhhhh!"
After a deep breath, the horse-faced man rolled over and climbed, his face pale, and his eyes were even bitter hatred.
Near him, Tu Yanghao and another person from the Blood Alliance were not good-looking: "Ma Laosan… We are clear of your skills, it seems that this opposite party is a capable person…"
Tu Yanghao looked around again, and a few shivering newcomers shook their bodies: "Can't stay here anymore, we will leave now!"
The County City's law is very strict, this world has Gods and ghosts and there are taboos in it.
Not to mention, the entire Heitai county is actually within the jurisdiction of the City God. Although the county is vast and tens of thousands of people may not necessarily notice it, there would always be one who does.
"My little ghost…"
Ma Laosan was crying and sorrowful, even more distressed than the death of his son.
"I told you earlier… This Soul Servant Technique which raises ghosts on the body, injuring yourself in the process and receive backlash in death is many times inferior to the Profound Gate's authentic Five Ghosts Carrying Method. It's not that bad, this time is also an opportunity to abandon this technique as soon as possible and change to a new one!"
A young man standing beside Tu Yanghao spoke.
When he didn't talk, he was ordinary like an ordinary person but his argument was organized and his body seemed majestic so Tu Yanghao did not dare not open his mouth. Ma Laosan nodded repeatedly.
But Ma Laosan smiled bitterly after nodding.
Of course, he also wanted to cultivate the authentic Profound Gate but expensive is the cultivation method? For example, Profound Gate's Five Ghosts Carrying Method is a supreme supernatural power that covers the methods of catching ghosts, raising ghosts, altars, sacrifices, ghost food, and mantras. There is no risks of backlash but the price is sky high, a full two hundred Major Merits! To redeem at the Overgod Palace, it would need 2200 Minor Merits which he was unable to raise.
Not to mention, after buying the secret art, you would still need a matching Magical Artifact and even raise ghosts in the dark. In the end, you'll need to catch powerful ghosts by yourself which is worth 3000 Minor Merits!
The net worth accumulated from his several Reincarnation Missions, he could redeem the 'Art of Ghosts Raising' and did not dare to think about the rest.
At this time, he continued to listen what the young man had to say: "Of course… I know that your cultivation is not easy. After this time, you can borrow Merit points, you should not broken so stand up! If you don't die this time, you'll receive a blessing!"
"Many thanks, Young Master Zheng. Many thanks, Young Master Zheng!"
In Overgod Palace, giving Minor Merits is a life-saving grace. Ma Laosan was grateful, thanking him again and again, secretly thinking: "Zheng Qian, Young Master Zheng, rumours says that he has a great background. His brother is at a high position in Blood Oath Alliance, even boss Tu has to be careful…"
But he had a little idea about holding the thick thigh.
Looking at Tu Yanghao's face again, he saw that it was peaceful, not much sorrow, and made up his mind secretly.
"However, the old butcher was right, you can't live here, let's hurry!"
Zheng Qian slightly nodded when he saw the submission of Ma Laosan.
Those who survives multiple times in the Overgod Palace are not easy to bribe/subdue.
Although this Ma Laosan has no pattern and his appearance is dreadful. His Fate Standard is Yin and can practise Ghost Raising Technique. He is not too big, not too small but also a talented person.
Although he was relying on his big brother with no one daring to bully him, how terrific is the Overgod Palace? Even the Blood Oath Alliance is but a struggling ant so it is natural that he would prepare to enhance his power.
*Ghost Raising Technique and Art of Ghost Raisin should be the same*
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