"Hoo, hoo..."
Half an hour later, in another corner of the Ghost Inn, in a space invisible to the human eye, countless stars gathered together and gradually formed a human shape.
After a few minutes, the face of the Black Mountain Ghost King finally became clear again, and there was deep fear in his one eye.
The conversation of just over ten seconds made him fall from the clouds to hell.
"Zhou Chuan..."
He chewed on these two words slowly. At this moment, all he wanted to do was escape.
Such a big secret is no longer something he can handle.
Although he couldn't tell whether what Hei Wuchang said was true or false, he no longer had any thoughts of revenge.
"Fortunately, I have been rooted in the Black Mountains for hundreds of years and I know countless paths. If I escape now, no one will be able to find me."
The Black Mountain Ghost King thought to himself as his soul floated towards a room.
According to his mental power, the student living in that room was the weakest person in the entire inn and had suffered some minor injuries, making him the most suitable person to be possessed.
In the past, he would definitely look down on it.
But the situation was urgent and he had no time to complain. His soul wandered as fast as smoke, making a rustling sound like the turning of pages of a book in this quiet and secret little house.
"No, when I set up the 'eyes' earlier, I made sure that this room was sealed and airtight. How could there be any movement?"
The thought flashed through his mind and the Black Mountain Ghost King instinctively dodged, but the next moment, a huge hand made of yin energy swept past the place where he was just now.
Seeing that things were not going well, the Black Mountain Ghost King tried to escape.
Unexpectedly, just after he flew three meters away, another cold object swept across his back.
He shuddered suddenly, feeling his entire body chilled, as if he had been licked by some large beast with its long, barbed tongue.
In the next moment, the coldness that penetrated into his mind turned into a severe pain that tore through his soul, causing him to cry out in pain instinctively.
He forced himself to turn his head and looked, and saw a burly figure in a dark red official robe and with lifeless eyes sitting in the corner, writing and drawing on a booklet, but he didn't even look at him, as if he was just a mosquito that was stung by mosquito coils.
"You sent two ghosts to torture me? This kind of temperament is really unworthy of your status..."
The Black Mountain Ghost King smiled bitterly, as if he had foreshadowed his fate. He stopped resisting and allowed the long river of negative energy gathered by the Book of Good and Evil and the Kuixing Pen to pass through the heart of his soul and explode in an instant.
As long as Black Mountain is not flattened, the Ghost King will not die.
An hour later, he revived in a weaker state.
Now he doesn't even have the energy to take over the body of the weakest guy, so he can only play the trick of "resurrecting the dead".
But one can tell with a quick thought that the two evil spirits in the inn will never let him go out and take over another's body.
What he is facing now is actually the tragic scene of "two ghosts catching one person" in the asymmetric mobile game "Identity V". There is no way to heaven and no door to earth, and the only choice is to lie down and wait for death.
"It's a pity that I have been successful all my life, but today I have to die in this narrow and dirty basement..."
The Black Mountain Ghost King sighed with emotion, his eyes gradually blurred: "I don't know what happened to the little ghost girl. It would have been great if my men had presented her to me a month earlier."
"I didn't realize that you look ugly, but you think beautifully."
Suddenly, a natural tone of teasing came from the side, accompanied by the teeth-grinding sound of chains scraping on the ground.
"You can actually revive twice in a row. Your magic is really something."
Hei Wuchang squatted down and looked into the eyes of the Black Mountain Ghost King: "He has our protection, so he doesn't need this thing at all..."
He said softly, then looked at his robe, which was exquisite but still not up to standard, and said, "Why not let that guy exchange it for some silver, so that we can change into new clothes and buy some wine for us."
Upon hearing this, the Black Mountain Ghost King could not help but say, "This card is the foundation of my life. If I exchange it for clothes and wine, I can make a car to carry it back!"
"This is a matter between that person and me. Do you have any right to interrupt?"
Hearing this, Hei Wuchang roared and kicked out with all of a sudden, kicking out the soul of the Black Mountain Ghost King like a rag bag.
The Black Mountain Ghost King felt as if his soul was about to break apart. He rolled back and forth in midair, gritting his teeth and saying, "You are a great god, why do you humiliate me like this? Kill me if you want to, and kill me quickly!"
Even when death was imminent, this old man still had some backbone.
"I think you may have some misunderstandings about me." Hei Wuchang approached the Black Mountain Ghost King and whispered, "There are countless immortals and gods in China. I am just a small errand boy with a few hundred million subordinates. I can't compare with those beings."
At this point, he smiled grimly, and then continued: "After that incident, you mortals forgot a lot of things, and no longer remembered some very reasonable old sayings, such as the saying 'It is better to deal with the King of Hell than with the little devils.'"
"I remember that you are a Ming Dynasty man and have never been to jail. Haven't you heard about how government officials torture people? To be honest, those methods are just what the masters used to do."
"As the founder of this business, I haven't dealt with criminals for hundreds of years. I'm itching to get my hands dirty, so please bear with me!"
Looking at Hei Wuchang who was walking towards him with a grin, the courage that Black Mountain Ghost King had finally gathered was extinguished once again.
"Master Wuchang! Master! My dear grandfather, dear ancestor, please forgive me! I admit that I was too loud just now, I will slap myself twice!"
The Black Mountain Ghost King raised his hands high and then dropped them, but because he was a soul, there was no sound.
Mr. Ba didn't seem very satisfied with this either. He straightened the chain and slowly walked over...
"Wait! Wait! Don't you want the gear? I built a big warehouse in the mountain, and it has everything! Only I can find that place! I'll take you there! I'm not asking you to let me go, I'm just asking you to let me suffer less, because your grandson is too old to bear it."
The moment the chain touched his soul, the Black Mountain Ghost King waved both hands, obviously terrified to the extreme.
"Daikū?"
As if he had received an answer that satisfied him, a smile finally appeared on the ferocious face of Mr. Ba, as bright as the morning light.
"If you had been so sensible earlier, would you still have been beaten to pieces by me and Lao Lu?"
Hei Wuchang patted the Black Mountain Ghost King's shoulder with a smile.
The Black Mountain Ghost King wanted to complain but didn't have the courage to speak out.
Just when he thought he didn't have to suffer anymore, a livid face suddenly approached, and his voice was extremely cold: "You didn't lie to me, did you?"
"I dare not, I dare not!"
The Black Mountain Ghost King shook his head repeatedly, obviously frightened by Hei Wuchang's sudden change of expression.
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go!"
"Yes Yes."
The Black Mountain Ghost King lowered his head and slowly floated in one direction, not daring to have any evil thoughts anymore.
The Eighth Master followed quietly. In fact, this was something he and Lu Pan had discussed long ago.
As experienced Yin gods, they knew very well that the Black Mountain Ghost King had been roaming the area for hundreds of years and should have many resources hidden.
Once you die, you can never find it again.
Perhaps because he was too busy, Zhou Chuan, who was always careful, forgot this point.
But as long as they, as our subordinates, haven't forgotten, that's enough.
"As expected, I am the most capable minister under that person."
He thought with great complacency.