Hearing this, the Ghost General scratched his head and hadn't reacted yet, while the Ghost Master looked extremely shocked.
"Master means—"
"Those are not important anymore. Since the Ghost King is determined to monopolize the soul, we should focus on the corpse and the soul as a supplement." She thought so.
Since your power is not yet established, it is better not to confront the Ghost King head-on for now.
Then, she suddenly took out two weapons emitting demonic energy from her storage ring and placed them in front of them. Under their astonished gazes, she smiled slowly:
"Here, this is a reward for you."
The axe that can split mountains thousands of miles away is as powerful as the pen that can be used to judge the world.
One is martial and the other is literary, which is just right for the ghost generals and ghost masters whose memories are beginning to differentiate.
The power of the artifact is contrary to the death energy of the ghost clan, so these two artifacts were tempered by Shen Wuyou with demonic energy. The power of the artifact was reduced, but no matter what, it was much stronger than ordinary spiritual weapons.
With the blessing of Shen Wuyou's master-servant contract, the Ghost General and Ghost Master's contract went smoothly. The power of the artifact even elevated their cultivation to a higher level. As a result, the Ghost Generals and Ghost Masters' figures and auras became even more distinct, finally breaking free from the fate of being copied and pasted from the same mold.
Shen Wuyou looked at the surprise in their eyes with satisfaction. After they excitedly competed for a few moves, she slowly reached out her hand, handed them a handful of bright red seeds, and instructed:
"This is a parasitic seed. You two must return to the place where the corpse is hidden immediately and sprinkle the parasitic seed on the heart of the corpse, then..."
After Shen Wuyou arranged the next task and returned to the Demon Palace, he saw Bhagavan carefully flipping through piles of files on the desk.
Not only were the desks piled high and low, but even the carpet at the foot of the desk was piled high and low. No matter how you looked at it, there were more than a hundred copies.
She was quite curious, so she walked up quietly, knelt on the fox fur blanket that had just been laid out, rested her elbows on the desk, supported her head, and looked at his serious face quietly.
His eyebrows were sharp, his eyes were bright, his face was resolute, his lips were tightly pursed, and his brows were slightly furrowed, seeming to betray his owner's impatience. His messy hair, freshly washed, was unusually smooth, falling naturally, yet it couldn't hide his majesty and solemnity in the slightest.
Shen Wuyou was fascinated by it for a moment, and felt that such a hard-working man was so handsome and charming...
Then she suddenly heard a faint nasal laugh. When she came back to her senses, she saw the charming and domineering Demon Lord patting his thigh with a slight smile, and then said:
"Come and sit down."
Shen Wuyou hesitated for a moment. Although she hadn't carefully read the contents of the file, she could roughly guess that it was a memorial from within the demon clan. As an outsider, it would be best for her not to know too much.
She was about to shake her head to refuse, but suddenly she felt the air around her gradually turn colder, and a compelling gaze suddenly struck her from above. She smiled sheepishly, licked her lips, then, holding up her skirt, crouched down, and walked around the huge desk to his side...
"Hmm?" He patted his thigh again and gestured.
But Shen Wuyou felt that if she really sat on his lap, it would definitely delay his progress. So she settled for the next best thing and knelt down on the fluffy carpet. Then, holding the ink stick beside her, she began to grind, saying with a smile:
"Your Excellency, please prioritize government affairs. I will grind for you~"
Seeing this, Bhagavan did not say anything, but when he lowered his eyes to look at the memorial again, the smile on the corner of his mouth was particularly obvious.
For a moment, the only sounds in the hall were the grinding of grinding stones, the rustling of pages, and the occasional click of Bhagavan's pen...
There are not many extant members of the demon clan, and the territory is not very vast, but because Bhagavan has just begun to formally take control, there are many trivial matters ranging from state government affairs to trivial matters.
There were a lot of piles of things piled up on a large desk.
Shen Wuyou couldn't help but admire Bhagavan's patience. He could review so many complicated memorials, which were even so detailed as to which family or individual had committed a crime today and how to decide... He was able to review them carefully without changing his expression and then pick up the pen to write.
There were a few times when he wrote for a long time, and she took a quick glance and saw that this extremely noble Demon Lord was so meticulous in criticizing the newly appointed official who was not familiar with the jurisdiction system word by word, then pointing out the mistakes and writing down the solutions.
It was so eloquent that, without any falsehood, the number of words in the memorial was even longer than that submitted by the official.
Shen Wu Hemo took a deep breath, recalling his last trip with the Demon Lord. He hadn't understood why a ruler would manage matters beyond life and death. But now, in just a few months, he had become so adept at establishing prefectures and counties, promoting officials, and even formulating several regulations...
It is true that when you meet someone after three days, you should look at him with new eyes!
She secretly admired him repeatedly while grinding regularly, looking at his pleasing profile, and she didn't even notice that the ink was overflowing.
It wasn't until her fingers touched a moment of coldness that she suddenly woke up. She quickly put down the ink stick, a handkerchief appeared in her palm, and she carefully wiped the outer edge of the inkstone...
Feeling somewhat guilty, she secretly glanced at Bhagavan beside her. When she was sure that his eyes were always on the memorials, she slowly smiled with relief. Then, she quickly cleaned up the mess, found a small corner, and fell asleep with her head tilted on the desk.
At the moment she closed her eyes, the corners of Bhagavan's lips curled up slightly, and a smile flashed across his eyes...
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