Chapter 121: Three parties compete for the game, and ghosts also want to participate in the player lottery? [6k]

"Get lost!"

Lu Wenwu raised his foot and kicked him two meters away.

Instead of getting angry, this guy rolled over and got up, sitting on the ground and laughing foolishly.

He laughed and boasted, "Beat the ghost! Beat the ghost! I won't get up without ten egg pancakes!"

Lu Wenwu glared at him and picked up another egg-filled pancake, holding it in his hand.

"Now, immediately, get up and get down so I can let you have another one."

"Okay, godfather!"

The yellow-haired ghost stood up quickly and turned into a black wind and came to the door.

After regaining his physical form, he looked at his body in great surprise. He didn't even bother to eat the hot egg-filled pancake he had just received. His eyes were filled with intense confusion and disbelief.

"I... I actually mastered the Yin Wind?"

Yinfeng, this is one of the ghost's innate skills.

As long as the ghost stays in the underworld for a long time, it can basically be mastered.

It is very useful for traveling on weekdays.

But Huangmao is a new ghost who just came down from above. He has been dead for less than half a year and is still in the stage of learning and training his basic abilities.

If he follows the normal learning progress, he will need at least another half a year of practice to master it perfectly.

And now, the yellow-haired ghost just ate the egg-filled pancake made by Zhang Lu Wenwu himself, and immediately mastered the ability to transform into a dark wind.

And even the yellow-haired ghost himself didn't notice

An egg-filled pancake not only accelerated his learning process.

He also recovered a lot of the ghost energy that had just been dispersed by Lu Wenwu's finger, and the whole ghost body even looked more solid than before.

This thing can speed up cultivation!

What a horrible thing is this?

In an instant, all the ghosts present who realized what was happening looked at the unsold egg-filled pancakes with madness in their eyes.

Lu Wenwu naturally knew what these ghosts were thinking.

As the owner of a stuffed pancake stall, he has seen this situation many times.

However, the effect of the spiritual food egg-filled pancake is actually somewhat different from what these ghosts imagine.

As the food that Lu Wenwu eats the most in daily life, the effect of the Lingshan Egg-filled Pancake was naturally adjusted by him to the most suitable state for him.

Accelerating skill comprehension and recovery are actually just incidental.

The real purpose of Lingshan egg-filled pancakes is to tap into the body's potential.

Because in the process of developing body potential, it is necessary to ensure sufficient energy supply to avoid harming the body, so Lingshan egg-filled pancakes have the effect of accelerating recovery and replenishing energy.

Also, because Yin Feng is the basic ability of ghosts, eating the egg-filled pancake helped the yellow-haired ghost discover the potential in his body in advance, so this can achieve the effect of accelerating cultivation.

Lu Wenwu had no intention of explaining this matter to anyone.

After the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, the Black and White Impermanence, and many ghost soldiers and generals suppressed the restless ghost group, he stuck his head out of the window.

"Egg-filled pancakes, 5,000 spirit coins each. Only spirit coins are accepted. Limit one per ghost. Those who wish to purchase please line up on my right. Those not wishing to purchase please leave in an orderly manner on my left. Please do not cause any trouble to the ghost messengers. Thank you for your cooperation."

"One ghost can only buy one ticket. Why?" A ghost dressed in extremely luxurious clothes immediately expressed some dissatisfaction. "I have plenty of money. 50,000 spirit coins per ticket. Give me ten first."

"Go to hell."

In front of the live broadcast of the Underworld TV Station, Lu Wenwu thought that he was very well-mannered this time and used honorifics even in vulgar sentences.

He casually swung out a gust of wind, sending the uncultivated ghost flying two miles away. Lu Wenwu then looked at the surging group of ghosts again.

"If you want to eat pancakes, just stand in line. Got it?"

“I understand, I understand!”

A group of rich people who wanted to eat egg-filled pancakes instantly lined up in a neat row and moved forward spontaneously.

The ghosts who did not have spirit coins in their hands looked at Lu Wenwu, then looked at the large number of ghost officials who were maintaining order nearby, and decisively chose to leave honestly and orderly.

Lu Wenwu was very satisfied and continued to make and sell egg-filled pancakes.

At the same time, at the end of the Yellow Springs Road, on the banks of the Forgotten River.

The river water, as red as blood, rolled and swirled, and evil ghosts and resentful spirits, whose souls were filled with resentment, tossed and turned in the river, drifting with the current, wailing in agony and madness.

These resentful souls stretched out their hands high, wanting to pull the ghosts on the bridge into the river to keep them company, but they were always unsuccessful.

An ancient courtyard stands by the roadside. The main building is not tall, only four stories high.

There are hundreds of corridors and rooms around, connected together in the surrounding area. They are all made of red railings and stone, with painted buildings and carved beams, half-rolled pearl curtains, and jade tables.

There are three big characters written on the main gate of the compound - Mengpo Village.

Outside Mengpo Village, there are high platforms on both sides of the Yellow Springs Road, with stoves and cooking utensils next to them. Everywhere you look, you can see that the seats are full, the sounds of ghosts are deafening, and there is a faint fragrance wafting in the air.

Everything is just as described in "Jingjiang Treasure Scroll".

This is the most famous teahouse in the entire underworld, the hotel with the most magnificent scenery in the entire underworld, the office of the Wangchuan Ghost Food Bureau, and the most prestigious place in the entire underworld.

No matter which version of the underworld legend, no matter how many times the managers of the underworld have changed or how many times the positions have changed, Meng Po, who stands on the Naihe Bridge and pours soup, is always there, quietly comforting the ghosts who are nostalgic for the past.

Even though it is difficult for ghosts today to see Meng Po personally going up to the bridge to give soup, this is still a traditional landscape in the underworld that seems to never change.

Anyone who has reincarnated can still enjoy that bowl of indescribable thick soup.

In an office on the top floor of the main building, a beautiful woman with a gentle temperament held a cup in her bare hands and drank the "clear tea" in the cup in one gulp.

Looking closely, there was about a spoonful of muddy water at the bottom of the empty cup.

This is one of the main ingredients of the ancient Mengpo soup - the soul-purifying soil.

To put it bluntly, this is the mud that has accumulated under the Forgetful River over the years.

Add the big dream azalea growing on the opposite bank of the Forgetful River into the soul-purifying soil, and refine it with other auxiliary materials. This is the original Mengpo soup.

As time goes by, there are more and more ghosts in the underworld.

In order to meet the growing demand, the recipe of Mengpo Soup has been improved several times, and finally reached the point where it can be mass-produced today.

There is no need for Meng Po to work day and night to cook it herself.

"Master of all arts? Pure physical cultivation? This kid is really interesting."

Watching Lu Wenwu making the egg-filled pancakes, Meng Po smiled.

"Meng Yong."

"grown ups."

An elegant young girl appeared out of thin air in the room, dressed in a dark palace dress embroidered with gold patterns. She walked lightly to Meng Po's desk and performed an ancient female etiquette.

"Go to the Underworld Central Ghost Resources and Underworld Security Department. This time, there's someone called the Invincible Tyrannosaurus War God in the Underworld's Ghost Messenger Exam. Go transfer his household registration to our Food Bureau."

"Sir, these are the civil servants and files of the Underworld, not the ghost messengers and the household register." Meng Yong bowed again and said seriously, "Besides, this year's Underworld exam just ended, and the results haven't been released yet. This is against the rules."

"It's all the same. Get the point." Meng Po waved her hand impatiently. "Those guys are all gone now. I'm the only Yin spirit left in the underworld to look after it. So what if it's against the rules? Go and ask for it, and say I asked for it myself."

"grown ups."

"Um?"

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

"That's more like it."

Seeing Meng Yong disappear into a breeze, Meng Po smiled with satisfaction and continued to happily watch Lu Wenwu's live broadcast of selling egg-filled pancakes.

Of course, she was not using the broadcasting equipment from the underworld.

But it was her incredibly strong soul power!

As one of the oldest Yin gods in the underworld, although she is not good at fighting, her strength is still terrifyingly strong.

Soon, Meng Yong returned with a look of obvious confusion on his fair face.

Meng Po glanced at her and asked, "Something went wrong?"

"Yes, sir." Meng Yong nodded. "The Minister of Ghost Power Resources has explicitly rejected your request to transfer the files. He has simply gathered the examiners and prioritized the Invincible Tyrannosaurus Rex's exam paper."

"You didn't say I said that?"

Meng Po was stunned, as if she didn't expect the other party to be so disrespectful to her.

Meng Yong said, "I did, but was still rejected. The other party's attitude was very tough."

Meng Po sat up straight, frowning slightly. "What's the reason? Who gave that kid the instructions? He himself wouldn't be so bold as to go against my wishes."

"It is the Chakravartin and Yama."

Meng Yong replied calmly.

"After the Invincible Tyrannosaurus War God descended, Lord Qin Guang of the First Hall initiated a special procedure, and the Yama Kings of the Ten Halls jointly judged him. During the weighing process, it was found that his karma was boundless and his merits were immeasurable. This aroused the interest of Lords of the Ten Halls."

"Lord Wheel King believed that the Invincible Tyrannosaurus War God could be forged into a fine sword and wanted to make him join the Ghost Gate Security Bureau as an exception to undergo high-intensity training. However, he unexpectedly possessed a special pardon from the underworld, completed the Hell Trial early, and even took the Underworld Civil Service Examination."

"But rest assured, sir. Besides this servant, the Yin General sent by Master Zhuanlun Wang just now was also rejected by the Minister of Ghost Power Resources, and his file was not transferred to the Ghost Gate Security Bureau in advance."

"Special pardon from the underworld?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Meng Po's eyes.

Then he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression quickly returned to calm.

"I see. You're talking about those little gadgets that Lao Hei made, right? That makes more sense. Those little guys down there are so ignorant, it's no surprise they made the mistake."

Meng Yong shook his head: "I don't know, I dare not overstep my bounds."

"You are so honest! Your every move is even more dogmatic than an old woman like me. Really..." Meng Po sighed. "Tell me, what did that black-faced guy confess?"

Meng Yong said honestly, "Lord Yama intends to have the Invincible Tyrannosaurus God enter Emperor Zhong Kui's Demon Subduing Division, but it's just an intention. Lord Yama said that he has very unique ideas, and forcing him to do so would be unfavorable. It depends on his own choice."

"That's why Lord Yama and I told him and Lord Zhuanlun King to stop interfering with the Invincible Tyrannosaurus War God's decision and let him decide for himself whether to stay or go."

"What if I don't want to?" Meng Po suddenly said this.

Meng Yong replied again, "Lord Yama said that if you insist on doing so, then it's not impossible for him to return in his true form. You are too kind-hearted, and there are some things that are not suitable for you to do. Otherwise, they wouldn't have unanimously decided to let you stay home."

What King Yama meant was naturally not something as simple as transferring a file and arranging a ghost messenger.

After hearing this, Meng Po's eyebrows immediately raised: "Great! Great! The world has changed, and the gods are no longer the same! Now this old black-faced man dares to threaten me?"

"Meng Po, you are too kind. You have worked hard and made indelible contributions to the development of the underworld. How could I dare to do such a thing?"

The black-faced King Yama suddenly appeared in front of Meng Po with a smile on his face.

"What do you mean?"

Meng Po drank another cup of Meng Po soup angrily, leaned back on the wide chair, and had no intention of pouring a cup for the other person.

It was Meng Yong who took the teapot and poured a cup of tea for King Yama, then led him to sit down beside him, and then he respectfully retreated behind the screen in the room.

King Yama took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "It is indeed a critical situation. I have no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. I hope Meng Po will forgive me."

“How critical is it?”

Meng Po kept asking, her face obviously unhappy.

"All the ones you gave birth to last time died?"

"To be precise, it's because we can't keep up with the follow-up." King Yama's eyes were indifferent, and his tone was slightly colder. "Whether you agree or not, we can no longer be so soft-hearted as before. There is no time to lose."

"Is there no time to lose? Then you're going to force these promising youngsters to learn quickly, like cramming them, and then let me watch them disappear and die one after another? Falling like shooting stars?"

Meng Po clenched her fists tightly, and the aura emanating from her body became more and more unfathomable.

"It's been decades, isn't that enough?! The Divine Dao and inheritance were almost destroyed in our hands. Do you know what the hell you and those guys in Heaven are planning to do?!"

King Yama didn't say anything.

He drank his tea quietly, his bright eyes filled with evasion, not daring to look Meng Po in the eye.

"boom!"

"say!"

The angry Meng Po slammed the table in front of her, and the hair behind her flew in the air without wind.

She stared at the big, dark-faced man in front of her who said nothing, her anger burning in her chest.

"King Yama! I'm asking you a question! Answer me!"

".I know."

King Yama sighed deeply.

"But we're out of options. This wasn't my idea; it was a joint decision made after a meeting at the top."

"It's not just Lu Wenwu's case. Ghosts who haven't been reincarnated in the underworld for more than fifty years will also be forced to participate in the player lottery, starting with the ghosts in the eighteen levels of hell."

"These ghosts, selected from the Eighteen Levels of Hell, will serve as the lowest level of consumables."

Meng Po's eyes widened instantly, and she looked at King Yama as if he were a madman: "Crazy! You are truly crazy! You are trying to dig up the roots of Shenzhou! You are drinking poison to quench your thirst! I think you have all lost your minds!"

"This is a forced choice, just like it always is."

King Yama took out a letter from his arms and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

Without any further explanation, he disappeared without a trace.

Meng Po's face was extremely gloomy. She frowned and took the letter and opened it to check.

In just a moment, his expression changed suddenly.

It was not until daytime in Linji that Lu Wenwu finally happily followed Hei Jiubawu and Bai Eryi back home.

Today's turnover: 570,500.

There weren't too many, just over a hundred sold.

One is that Lu Wenwu does not intend to waste his time endlessly on selling stuffed pancakes, and his original purpose is not achieved.

Spirit coins are indeed important to him, but not so important that he can ignore everything else.

His main purpose this time is to enhance his own foundation.

Another reason was that Lu Wenwu did not bring enough materials in his personal backpack before going to the underworld. If he started selling them, they would all be sold out in a few days - after all, he had not planned to sell them out before.

If I can't eat egg-filled pancakes for the rest of the year, I might as well kill him.

What is the difference between this kind of life and the nineteenth level of hell?

On the way back, Lu Wenwu bought a new underworld mobile phone as his main phone and applied for a new SIM card.

Because of the live broadcast of the entire underworld and his own disclosure of his contact information, the mobile phone that Bai Eryiyi had bought for him had been overwhelmed by the huge amount of information and was completely unusable.

It is filled with a large number of friend verification and consultation text messages, as well as direct phone calls.

Lu Wenwu thought about it for a moment and simply pulled out the card and turned off the phone.

Let’s talk about it after this matter has settled down.

It must be said that the efficiency of the underworld is indeed ridiculously high.

The results of the ghost catcher exam came out in just one week, which was much faster than the more than one month in the human world.

As expected of a public servant who works around the clock to serve the ghosts, he is extremely efficient.

However, what made Lu Wenwu, Hei Jiubawu and Bai Eryiyi feel a little strange was that there was no specific result in the column for Lu Wenwu's result query.

There are only two words - passed.

This left the two ghosts and one person a little confused, and they didn't know what was going on.

But no matter what, it's always good to pass.

So, that day, Lu Wenwu personally cooked a big meal to celebrate and waited for the interview.

It’s different from the civil service examination in the mortal world.

The ghost messenger of the underworld will only decide the corresponding position after the interview.

The intention filled in above is somewhat similar to the application form when you go to college. It only serves as a vague division. During the interview, corresponding considerations will be made based on these aspects.

Soon, the time for the interview arrived.

Lu Wenwu went to the interview location as notified, which was a very normal ancient high-rise building.

He expressed his happiness that he finally didn't have to break down the wall or go into a grave to take the exam.

While waiting in the waiting area outside the interview hall with a group of anxious interviewees, the old ghost sitting next to Lu Wenwu couldn't help but ask, "Brother, you came to the interview wearing this?"

"Huh? Is there something wrong with me?"

Lu Wenwu looked at his well-tailored black Zhongshan suit with a puzzled look on his face.

The old ghost pointed at his white ancient funeral clothes and said proudly, "New, right? Look at this one I'm wearing. It's a classic style from the Thirteenth Funeral Clothing Store on East Street in Qinguang District. It weighs 52 kilograms! It will definitely leave a good impression on the interviewer."

"Why is this? Please explain it to me, brother."

There was still a long time before his interview, so Lu Wenwu asked with the idea of ​​asking if he didn't understand, wanting to hear what the explanation was.

He really didn't understand much.

At that time, he asked Bai Eryi what to wear to the interview, and the other party's answer was - it doesn't matter, the interviewer doesn't pay much attention to these things, if you want, it's okay to go naked.

Lu Wenwu asked, and the old ghost immediately opened up: "Brother, let me tell you, even though the underworld has been reformed for so many years, it's still the same old way of doing things. You understand that wearing these modern things is useless? Those ghost officials still recognize the old things. Dressing like this will make them feel familiar and improve their impression of you."

The originally solemn atmosphere in the waiting room was broken by Lao Gui's incessant chatter.

His extremely confident look immediately attracted the attention and gazes of many ghosts.

When he was talking about his interview experience, many of the ghosts seemed to have sudden enlightenment, nodding in response from time to time, looking like they were humbly seeking advice.

"That sounds reasonable."

Listening to the other party's clear and concise description of his experience in participating in the Ghost Messenger Examination, Lu Wenwu scratched his head.

"Speaking of which, brother, you've been preparing a lot for this ghost messenger exam, haven't you? It seems like you're determined to win it in one fell swoop?"

The old ghost was even more proud. "Brother, I'm not bragging. This year I'm taking the 404th Ghost Warfare Exam. I've been preparing for this exam for sixty-six years! I know everything about it inside out! I'm going to win this time. Just wait and see!"

As he was speaking, it was the old ghost's turn.

Lu Wenwu bowed and said, "Then I wish you immediate success."

"Thank you for your good wishes, haha!"

Amid the envious gazes of the ghosts, the old ghost walked away with his chest held high and his head held high.

After the old ghost left, the house became quiet again.

After a while, the voice of calling numbers came from the radio.

Lu Wenwu looked at his number, stood up and walked out of the waiting room, but met the old ghost who had talked to him in the corridor.

The other party looked like he had lost all his previous high spirits. Instead, he looked dejected, sad, and decadent.

"Brother, why are you acting like this?" Lu Wenwu asked with concern, "Could it be that the interviewer is giving you a hard time?"

The old ghost glanced at Lu Wenwu, pushed him away, and sighed: "It's useless, it's useless. That interviewer is not a human being at all! He is not a human being! It's ridiculous!"

Looking at the other person's staggering back, Lu Wenwu was confused.

Is this interviewer so strict?

How did you beat this old ghost like this?

I'm going to take a look at this today!

Arriving at the interview hall, Lu Wenwu pushed the door open and walked in.

All I saw was a tall mythical beast with a tiger head, a single horn, dog ears, a dragon body, a lion tail, and unicorn feet lying on the ground. It looked very similar to the Xiezhi.

At this moment, the other person's eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, were staring straight at him, as if he wanted to see through him completely.

Lu Wenwu: “.”

It turns out that he is not a human being in the literal sense!

Now he finally understood why Bai Eryi said that it was okay even if he ran naked.

(End of this chapter)