When he heard that as long as he obtained the two extremely powerful treasures, the Yin-Yang Ghost Seal, he could command the underworld and the netherworld.
Russell's heart began to pound, and he couldn't help but stick out his tongue in surprise.
This is almost equivalent to the Taoist Hongjun's companion treasure, the Jade Butterfly of Creation!
Even if it is not the strongest, for a small fry like him who has not even reached the level of a Heavenly Master, an immortal weapon is still out of reach.
Not to mention the treasures that command both worlds.
Russell's breathing became disordered for a moment, but he quickly regained his senses and became calm.
Even though the Yin-Yang Ghost Seal was a treasure and he knew where it was, the key problem was that he was too weak to keep it.
If you have the strength, the Yin-Yang Ghost Seal is the treasure that can give orders.
Without strength, those two things are just death warrants.
Just hide and wait until you have gained a certain level of strength, and then quietly take the treasure back.
Uncle Jiu didn't notice Russell's abnormality. He gave Zhang Qiling detailed instructions for a long time, and finally persuaded him not to enter the ancient tomb again.
From ancient times to the present, there are many tomb-robbing sects, but none of them have produced good results.
Tomb robbers disregard human ethics, trample on the virtues of heaven, take the wealth of their ancestors, and desecrate the corpses of their ancestors. After death, they will go to the eighteen levels of hell.
Those tomb robbers who were afraid of being punished after death chose to join the underworld before they died.
With the protection of the underworld, they gradually transformed from humans into zombies, lurking in various ancient tombs, quietly waiting for the counterattack of the underworld's army.
Even though Zhang Qiling's ancestors signed a contract with the underworld and established the rules of Ghost Blows Out the Light, this is not a long-term solution.
After hearing Uncle Jiu's advice, Zhang Qiling nodded slowly with a stern expression, and it was unclear whether he had listened to it or not.
"Thank you very much."
He stood up and slowly placed the Ghost King's Heart in his hand on the table. He stood there and thought for a while, "I owe you a favor. If you need anything in the future, just ask."
It seemed that Uncle Jiu had resolved his doubts, which made Zhang Qiling speak a few more words.
Russell couldn't help but curl his lips as he listened to this. "With your amnesia, I'm afraid you'll forget everything in a few days."
"Young man, wait a minute."
Uncle Jiu seemed to have thought of this problem as well. If amnesia was not cured, it would be a huge torture for Zhang Qiling.
Who would want to lose their memory in a few days, spending the wedding night with their wife one day and becoming a stranger to them the next
What are you trying to do
Changing wives every day is like putting a hat on yourself
Zhang Qiling was startled, and then he saw Uncle Jiu waving to the side. The little zombie sitting on the chair with its short legs jumped down and ran to Uncle Jiu.
Ever since Qiu Shengwen left and Russell grew up, this little zombie has become the perfect new tool.
Carrying a toolbox every day.
Moreover, you don’t feel tired every day, you don’t need to rest or sleep, you don’t need to eat, drink, defecate or urinate, and the most important thing is that you don’t need to be paid.
Tsk, the capitalists are crying with envy, and the bankers are slapping their thighs in anger.
When you are hungry or sleepy, just breathe out towards the moon in the sky.
It's really a shame!
Uncle Jiu took the bamboo tube from behind the little zombie, put his middle finger and index finger together on his right hand, and kicked it hard, so that his fingers were covered with cinnabar.
He took out a yellow talisman and drew dragons and phoenixes on it. After a while, a talisman emitting yellow light was completed.
"As long as you carry this talisman, you can keep your memory and return to Zhang's ancient village."
Zhang Qiling took the talisman and nodded slowly. He was silent for a long time, looking at his uncle, and it took him a long time to say two words.
"Thank you very much."
Then he turned and left, carrying the black-patterned golden sword on his back and walking away.
Uncle Jiu looked at his figure and couldn't help but murmur softly.
"Go back, go back, and never come out again."
This talisman can only last for a few decades at most. A few decades is the lifetime of an ordinary person, but it is nothing to Zhang Qiling.
Because of the Qilin's precious blood, Zhang Qiling and others live very long.
It was precisely because of this longevity that it turned into a curse, and the Zhang family had always been spied on by those evil people, emperors and nobles.
Drawing blood, refining infants, and making the imprisoned Zhang people give birth to children like animals, and even refining elixirs directly on living people.
When facing death, anyone who lives an immortal life is guilty!
…
As night fell, Uncle Jiu and Russell moved into Mayimen. Fortunately, Mayimen had once been prosperous, so although there were few people, there were many houses.
Uncle Jiu gave them a few more dollars as room fee, which made the two of them very happy. Although they wanted to refuse, they looked at the copper coins in their pocket and accepted it shamelessly.
Fortunately, there was a step. The few dollars not only covered the room fee, but also the repair cost of the wall that Russell had punched through.
Even though they knew it was Uncle Jiu's help, the two were still very happy and smiling, without any of the confidence that comes from a famous sect.
I don’t know how many people were eager to get a divination from the fortune teller Ma Yi back then.
If this thing were brought into later generations and used to trade stocks and funds, one would at least be a billionaire.
Buy lottery tickets
Forget it. Even if the fortune teller Mai Yi goes, he will fail.
Russell shook his head, entered the room with the Heart of the Ghost King, patted the little zombie's head, and asked him to stay quietly by the bed.
He needs the condensed energy of the Ghost King's Heart, and the rest is naturally some evil spirits and resentment. These things are very beneficial to the little zombies.
"Stay here and wait for me to pamper you!"
Looking at Russell's lewd smile, the little zombie shook his head violently, and subconsciously covered his lower body with his little hands, recalling the previous wet story.
He wanted to turn around and run away, but a hand held his head and touched it wantonly, which was particularly comfortable.
Russell was smug.
Those who like to pet cats and dogs are so low compared to him.
I'm just gonna masturbate the little zombie!
After torturing the little zombie, Russell sat cross-legged and placed the Ghost King's Heart in front of him.
The enchanting light of the Ghost King emitted a dim glow and a faint cold aura, making the room a little colder.
Russell concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, mobilized the magic power in his body, and slowly placed his hand on the Ghost King's Heart. A strong attraction was suddenly born, continuously absorbing the energy from the Ghost King's Heart.
As soon as this energy entered his body, Russell keenly sensed something different. Compared with his usual mild magic power, it was simply too sinister!
The energy was violent and extremely aggressive. Soon, it encountered the even more unreasonable power of thunder and lightning and instantly became a cat in front of a tiger.
Very honest.
"call!"
"call!"
Russell's breathing became more and more rapid, his mana was being refined faster and faster, and the experience value on the panel kept jumping.
It seemed like I had reached a bottleneck, and I heard a clicking sound in my heart.
He understood immediately.
"Second level of Earth Master! Breakthrough!"