Chapter 217: Local Snake in the Tomb Mountain

After this round of venting and revenge, the little devil gradually calmed down.

After all, it was just a little devil, a little devil with little consciousness and little understanding.

The hatred and pain in its heart all came from its irresponsible mother and the gloomy man who hurt it.

As a child, it couldn't use the hatred to face its mother,

but it could vent all of it on the man who hurt it.

Now it can be regarded as revenge. The soul of the gloomy man was full of scars bitten by the little devil, and it seemed that it would be difficult to recover.

Even made the soul of the gloomy man become a little illusory. If the little devil continued to bite, I'm afraid his soul would be shattered.

The little ghost head did not bite, but turned around and looked at Zhang Ming in a daze.

It was just a baby after all, and the dazed look made Zhang Ming inexplicably sad.

Zhang Ming sighed and whispered to the little ghost head: "You have also avenged yourself. Next, I want to find a way to help you transcend."

Why did Zhang Ming say that he wanted to help it transcend? Because this little ghost head could no longer be considered a real ghost at this moment.

It was transformed into a ghost-headed baby by this gloomy man using evil magic. It was already an incomplete soul with only a head left.

If you want to transcend it, you must at least find a way to restore it to its original appearance, that is, the appearance of a ghost baby.

Instead of only having a head left!

This is a bit difficult. At least the evil spirit and resentment on the ghost baby must be eliminated first, and then the ghost energy in its body must be replenished to restore it to its original state.

If this is done, Zhang Ming must first find a place with dense ghost energy to help the ghost baby repair its ghost body.

Only with a complete ghost body can it be normally transcended and reincarnated normally in the underworld.

Zhang Ming thought about it and thought that if the yin and ghost energy were dense, then it must be the cemetery.

So Zhang Ming no longer cared about the weak and gloomy man's soul, and said to the little ghost: "Come with me!"

Zhang Ming took the little ghost out of the fortune-telling shop and walked to the street to take a taxi.

It was already one o'clock in the morning. After looking around, Zhang Ming found that there were almost no cars on the street.

Just when he was struggling whether to go again tomorrow night, he saw a taxi passing by.

So he hurried forward to stop it. After the taxi stopped, the driver stuck his head out and said to Zhang Ming:

"Sorry, it's too late. I don't want to drive anymore. I'm going home."

Hearing this, Zhang Ming took out a few hundred yuan from his pocket and said to the driver: "Please, give me a ride."

The driver was tempted when he saw Zhang Ming gave him a few hundred yuan at once.

After collecting the money, he let Zhang Ming get in the car. After Zhang Ming got in, the little devil also got into the car, but the driver couldn't see him.

Then the driver asked Zhang Ming where he was going. Zhang Ming said, "To the road below the cemetery."

Why didn't he say to go directly to the cemetery? Because Zhang Ming was really afraid that the driver would not take him, after all, it was late at night.

And even though Zhang Ming just said to go to the road below the cemetery, the driver also looked at Zhang Ming in surprise, and looked a little reluctant.

Then Zhang Ming explained, "You don't have to get close to the cemetery, just take the road near the cemetery."

The driver didn't say anything after hearing this, and then started the car and drove towards the cemetery.

This place is not far from the cemetery, and it took more than ten minutes to drive there.

On the road with street lights, the driver stopped the car and said to Zhang Ming: "Brother, is it here?"

Zhang Ming nodded and said: "Yes, it's here. He couldn't really let the driver take him up."

After getting off the car, the little ghost also got out of the car and followed Zhang Ming.

The driver glanced at Zhang Ming and saw that he didn't seem to be going to the cemetery, but to some residential areas far away, so he didn't think much about it.

After the driver left, Zhang Ming took the little ghost to the cemetery.

The cemetery is indeed full of yin energy and ghost energy.

Zhang Ming was very satisfied. He looked at some old tombs on the left and the new tombs on the right where the urns were placed. They were all full of yin ghost energy.

Because it was midnight, Zhang Ming even saw a lot of ghosts wandering around his grave.

But he didn't care about these ghosts, as long as there was enough ghost energy here.

So he chose a place with a very good location and let the little ghost head float there.

Then he let the little ghost head relax and let it slowly absorb the surrounding yin and ghost energy.

The location chosen by Zhang Ming happened to be located in the center of the surrounding graves.

If the little ghost head absorbs the yin and ghost energy at this location, it will achieve twice the result with half the effort.

But Zhang Ming didn't expect that when he just let the little ghost head float to this location, the ghosts on the graves on both sides cast strange looks at him.

It seemed that they were discussing something, and then a ghost flew out from the old cemetery and flew quickly towards Zhang Ming.

And he roared angrily: "Who dares to occupy my place of cultivation? You are looking for death!"

He never expected that he would encounter a local snake when he came to this cemetery to absorb the spirit of the Yin ghost.

Zhang Ming shook his head helplessly, looking at the old ghost who flew quickly, and his strength was really not weak.

But it is also true that this place is full of ghosts, at least a thousand or eight hundred. And these ghosts know that the middle position is the best place. Cultivating here can quickly improve ghost energy and strength.

Among so many ghosts, this old ghost who flew over was able to grab the middle position to cultivate, so its strength is naturally not weak.

Zhang Ming judged from the yin and ghost energy of the flying old ghost that it was probably more powerful than a powerful ghost, at least at the level of an evil ghost.

Judging from the powerful level, it should be at the level of the deputy general of the ghost general, which is also powerful.

But at this moment, it is not difficult for Zhang Ming to deal with it.

The little ghost was a little scared, but Zhang Ming said calmly: "Just absorb the ghost's energy and repair your ghost body, don't worry about anything else."

Hearing Zhang Ming's words, the little ghost felt relieved and opened his mouth to absorb the ghost energy and Yin energy around him.

Zhang Ming slowly raised his hand, made a hand gesture, and silently recited the palm thunder spell. Gradually, lightning flashed in the palm of his hand.

When the old ghost with disheveled hair and tattered clothes approached, Zhang Ming raised his head suddenly, and the palm thunder in his palm exploded instantly.

A lightning bolt thicker than a finger flew out from his palm and hit the flying old ghost.

After this period of training and various practical experiences, Zhang Ming's cultivation level naturally improved. The palm thunder he used at this moment was thicker than before and more powerful.