"It's empty up there, why don't we go up there and talk." Wu Dongfang raised his finger and pointed to the city wall above.
"It's all done." The yellow-haired ghost nodded repeatedly.
Wu Dongfang raised his energy and reached the top of the city wall. He activated his spiritual energy to break the fragile barrier and entered the top of the city wall.
Huang Mao then followed up. He didn't need any help to fly into the air. He raised his right hand and lifted off the ground like Superman flying into the sky. However, although this guy has the posture of Superman, he doesn't have the speed of Superman. He flies like a kite. It's so inferior. With his cultivation level, no matter who among the four of them, he could kill it with one kick.
Since the city wall was poorly built and the top was not flat, the two found a relatively flat area on the wall to sit down. Huang Mao looked around distressedly, "It will take a lot of work to repair it again."
"Brother Huang, how many years have you lived here?" Wu Dongfang took out a jar of wine from his Qiankun bag.
When the yellow-haired ghost saw the wine jar, he drooled again and stared straight at the wine jar, not wanting to answer Wu Dongfang's question.
Wu Dongfang opened the mud seal and handed the wine jar to Huang Mao. Huang Mao hurriedly dropped the stick, took it with both hands, gulped down half the jar in one go, then put down the jar and took a breath, "It's really good wine. "
After finishing speaking, he remembered that Wu Dongfang hadn't drank yet, and awkwardly handed the wine jar to Wu Dongfang, "Come on, come on, you drink too."
"There's more here." Wu Dongfang took out another jar from the Qiankun bag.
Seeing Wu Dongfang take out another jar, Huang Mao hurriedly put the jar back, drank another gulp of wine, and drank until nothing was left before putting down the jar.
"Before, I always thought that ghosts were able to smell the scent, but I didn't expect that Brother Huang could drink wine directly from the world." Wu Dongfang opened the wine jar and poured half a jar of wine for Huang Mao.
"Ordinary ghosts naturally don't have such a blessing, but I have cultivated a physical Yin body, which is incomparable to them." Huang Mao said.
"Come on, Brother Huang, please." Wu Dongfang took a peach from Qiankun's bag and handed it over.
"This, this, I'm so sorry after drinking your wine, how can I eat your fruit again?" Huang Mao hesitated, wanting to accept it but being embarrassed, "To be honest with the Holy Wizard, I, the Ghost King, am very young. I don’t have much magic power, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you much.”
When Wu Dongfang heard this, he immediately had a better impression of this green-faced and fanged guy. This guy also knew that he couldn't help and didn't eat others' food for nothing. "Brother Huang, just eat. I don't want anything."
After Huang Mao heard what he said, he took the peach, brought it to his nose and wrinkled his nose. The originally fresh peach instantly turned into a black dried peach.
"Brother Huang, why don't you enjoy it directly?" Wu Dongfang asked curiously.
"Wine is the essence of the five grains. It's okay to drink some, but you can't eat anything else." Huang Mao threw away the peach core with his backhand.
Wu Dongfang's sharp eyes noticed traces of corrosion on Huang Mao's hands, which showed that the folklore was true. Ghosts are not afraid of peaches, but are afraid of peach stones and peach wood.
"How long has that friend of the Holy Witch been dead?" Huang Mao'er ate and drank, and began to want to do something for others. Even if he couldn't do it, he still had to provide some information.
"No hurry, let's drink first." Wu Dongfang grabbed the wine jar, and Huang Mao also grabbed the wine jar and drank with him.
"Brother Huang, how big is this underworld?" Wu Dongfang put down the wine jar and asked.
"It's very big, but no one has gone to search the border. No one knows how big it is." Huang Mao shook his head and said.
Wu Dongfang nodded. It was indeed difficult to answer his question. Asking a small official of the Tu tribe how big the earth was, he couldn't answer it either.
"Where is this place?" Wu Dongfang pointed to the city wall where the two of them were.
"The gate of hell is the gate that ghosts have to pass when they go to the underworld. Only after passing the gate of ghost can they enter the ghost city." Huang Mao replied.
"Why did they enter the ghost town and why didn't they stay outside?" Wu Dongfang raised his hand and pointed to the dim area outside the city.
"There is nothing outside, why stay outside?" Huang Mao picked up the wine jar and took a sip, "Staying outside will only lead to death."
"A dead end? What will be the consequences of staying outside the city?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"If you stay too long, your soul will fly away and be annihilated. Are you afraid that the person you are looking for is not in the city?" Huang Mao asked back.
"Yes." Wu Dongfang nodded and smiled. Although Huang Mao was big and thick, he was not stupid.
"When did the person you are looking for die?" Huang Mao asked.
"He has been dead for more than seventy years." Wu Dongfang said.
"So long? How old are you? How can you have such old friends?" Huang Mao asked doubtfully.
"I can't explain a word or two clearly." Wu Dongfang said casually.
"For more than seventy years, even if he has not been reincarnated, there are still a few layers inside." Huang Mao said.
After the yellow-haired ghost finished speaking, he saw Wu Dongfang showing doubts, so he explained, "The holy witch doesn't know something. The ghost city is divided into nine floors. This is the outermost floor, and there are eight floors inside. The newly dead ghosts are all here." Outside, those who have been dead for years are usually inside.”
"Who decides on reincarnation?" Wu Dongfang asked again.
"No one can decide, it seems we have to try our luck." Huang Mao said uncertainly.
Wu Dongfang nodded, picked up the wine jar and offered it to Huang Mao again, and then continued to ask. Huang Mao was short-tongued and told everything he knew. According to Huang Mao, the ghost city was divided into nine floors, one inside the other. It takes half a month to walk from here to the other outer gate. Based on the speed of ghosts moving in the underworld, the ghost city should be thousands of miles in radius.
Previously, he had always thought that the layer of the underworld was an upper and lower layer, but he did not expect that it was a layer from the outside to the inside. In addition, the ghost city was much larger than he had previously guessed, and it might be larger than the Kyushu territory governed by the Tu tribe.
The number of entrances on the nine floors is also different. There are nine doors on the outermost floor, eight doors on the second floor, and there are fewer doors as you go inward. There is only one door on the innermost floor. The deeper you go, the deeper the ghost king's path becomes. These ghost kings have no subordinate relationship with each other, which means that no one leads them uniformly. Fights often occur between ghost kings.
Practitioners will lose most of their spiritual energy after death, but their souls are stronger than ordinary people, and they can cultivate from the underworld much faster than ordinary ghosts. Therefore, such ghosts are usually regarded as potential competitors by ghost kings and take action. wipe out.
What he didn't expect was that the underworld, like the Yang world, also had night and day. It was night at this time, and the light would be brighter during the day. It was the kind of light that was somewhat similar to moonlight. It came from the sky. No one knew what it came from.
At this time, the underworld is disorderly and lacks unified management. There is no law enforcement agency to judge the ghosts, and there is no one-stop service like Meng Po Tang Nai He Bridge. Most ghost kings will plunder the offerings of other ghosts, and they judge one The main basis for how many offerings the ghost can bring is the light on the ghost. This light is called spiritual light by the underworld. This is the yearning and concern of the living relatives for the deceased. When a person misses it, a ray of light shines on it. If many people miss it, there will be a lot of light shining on it. The more light, the better the character of the person when he is alive. The ghost king will treat these ghosts kindly, but the ghost king will not treat the ghosts kindly because of their good moral character. This kind of ghost has more people worshiping it and can bring more sacrifices.
In addition, neither the ghost king nor the ghost can easily leave the underworld, nor can he actively communicate with the living. Unless he is strongly summoned by the living or with the help of a magic weapon that can open the underworld, he can temporarily return. Speaking of this, Huang Mao showed an envious look. , "The Night Ghost King was invited out two days ago. The scene was so grand, the spiritual light from above can be seen clearly from here."
"Which level is the ghost king of the dark night?" Wu Dongfang was shocked. Even if he knew how to summon the ghost king, ordinary people could not summon the ghost king. At this time, there were four holy witches from the five tribes in the underworld, and only Ruo Wonderful yourself is in the world of the sun.
"The eighth floor is amazing." Huang Mao replied.
"What's its name?" Wu Dongfang asked eagerly.
"I don't know, we only know its name, no one knows its name." At this point, Huang Mao suddenly remembered something, "I thought about it, it might have been called Ming Zhao when it was alive. The prayers passed down from above a few days ago This is the name chanted in the mantra.”
Wu Dongfang was stunned.
"Isn't he the one you're looking for?" Huang Mao tilted his head and looked at Wu Dongfang, and at the same time secretly took the wine jar that he had put aside but had not drank from.
"I'm so lucky." Wu Dongfang laughed angrily.
"Is it really him?!" Huang Mao's eyes widened. No one has been here for many years, and no one has been out for many years. The chance of going astray is too small.
"Is the person chanting the incantation a man or a woman?" Wu Dongfang asked with a frown.
"There are a lot of people, and the lead singers are two women. From the sounds of it, one is old and the other is young." Huang Mao said.
Wu Dongfang frowned and said nothing. The spell of summoning dead souls is not profound. Magicians from all five races can do it, but summoning the ghost king is different from summoning the dead souls. Yamiao didn't know before that Mingzhao has now become the ghost king of the underworld. The helper she is looking for may know. At this point, they were likely to have been attacked by the mirage dragon, so they summoned all the wizards loyal to Si Shaokang to join forces and invite Ming Zhao out.
"Your friend's face doesn't look good. Did something happen?" Huang Mao pursed his lips.
Wu Dongfang retracted his thoughts, turned around and looked down, and saw Fei Xuan and others standing under the wall with anxious faces.
Noticing that Wu Dongfang had moved his gaze, Fei Xuan hurriedly waved to him and motioned for him to go down.
"Brother Huang, there is another jar here. You can keep it and drink it slowly." Wu Dongfang took out another jar of wine from his Qiankun bag and handed it to Huang Mao, then floated down the city wall.
"Something happened in our clan." Fei Xuan was trembling all over, not knowing whether he was nervous or angry.
"How could this happen?" Xin Tong said with a tearful tone.
Wu Dongfang looked at Xunshuang, who was still calm, "My Arum and those tribesmen were killed by wizards of my own tribe. The same thing happened to the Wood and Fire tribes. All the wizards suddenly went crazy and killed Many clan members are now missing.”
Wu Dongfang frowned and said nothing. What he was most worried about happened. The mirage dragon controlled the consciousness of wizards of all races. At this time, these wizards might be fighting with Yaomiao and others.
"Since you're here, let's find someone first," Xun Shuang said.
Wu Dongfang tilted his head and glanced at Xun Shuang. At this critical moment, Xun Shuang's words held great weight.
"Brother Huang, do you know when the Night Ghost King will return?" Wu Dongfang asked Huang Mao, who had already jumped down.
"We are Yin people. We cannot stay in the Yang world for too long. We can only stay for three hours at most. We are coming back soon. A few of you have just come down. It won't be a big deal if you stay for a few days. I will arrange a place for you." Huang Mao said.
The three of them looked at Wu Dongfang in confusion. Wu Dongfang knew why the three of them were looking at him, "The ghost king of Ming Ye is Ming Zhao. The Holy Witch of the Tu tribe invited him out two days ago."
The three of them were all stunned. Fei Xuan was the first to react, "Wait a minute?"
Wu Dongfang frowned and said nothing. The main purpose of inviting Fei Xuan and others was to protect them. At this time, the fighting outside was undoubtedly the most intense moment. Going out at this time would inevitably lead to a bloody battle. But waiting here is not an option. The three of them already know that their clan is in trouble, and every second they stay here is torture. In addition, Mingzhao did not hesitate to put himself in danger to help Ji Ke, which shows that this person attaches great importance to friendship. If he doesn't go out, he will do his best. Once he goes out, he will definitely try his best. He has died once, and if he dies again, there will be no scum left.
"Brother Wu, what should I do?" Xin Tong pulled the corner of his clothes.
"Damn it, let's go back..."