Chapter 14: Feng Zhibai of the Yunyang Feng Clan
Old Mi looked at the quiet surroundings and supported Qu Yun as he walked to Feng Zhibai's side.
Feng Zhibai combed his hair and spoke in a less-than-optimistic tone, "Go and ask the Ghost King to come."
"ghost…"
“Bang, bang!”
Before the word "Old Rice Head Ghost King" could be uttered, two thuds came from the innermost pit of the Qingshantou construction site.
The three of them looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white mist emanating from the pit!
“Bang, bang!”
The sound was heard again, and something began to climb up from the pit.
The soil began to collapse into the pit. As the edge of the pit became shallower and shallower, a pair of white skeleton hands stretched out from the pit!
"ah!"
Old Mi was frightened.
Feng Zhibai, however, habitually folded his hands, tilted his chin up, and shouted towards the pit as if he was familiar with the place, "I am Feng Zhibai. May I ask if you are the Ghost King of Qingshantou's generation?"
"call--"
The thing in the pit didn't answer, but instead let out a heavy exhale.
Along with the sound of exhalation, the evil energy in the surrounding air became thicker and thicker, until it became so thick that turbid black and white energy was constantly surging back and forth around.
In the blink of an eye, Feng Zhibai and the other two were surrounded.
Qu Yun waved his hand to disperse the yin energy in front of him, lowered his head and coughed, lowering his voice: "Miss Feng, how can you be sure that there is a Ghost King in Qingshantou's generation? If it's not the Ghost King, there's no room for negotiation. Even if we have a way out tonight, we may not be able to get out."
Feng Zhibai leaned back a bit, tilted his head, and whispered, "Do you know why I didn't take action just now?"
"Because you're scared?"
Old Mitou poked his head in.
Feng Zhibai rolled his eyes at him and said, "Bah, that's because I'm good at literature but not martial arts! I'm not good at fighting or catching ghosts, but when it comes to knowledge, I'm a prophet and I'm not lying!"
She pulled her hand away and motioned them to look up at the sky, then drew a big circle in the sky with her finger.
"When the carriage carried us into the Qingshantou area, I immediately noticed that besides the evil aura of Qingshantou, there were also scattered ghostly auras and resentful spirits. This area is only a few dozen miles long, and we've traveled several dozen miles from the restaurant to here, but the only evil aura above us is Qingshantou. What does this mean? It means that the evil creatures in Qingshantou are in charge of this area."
She withdrew her hand and paused, "You all know that the Ghost King of the Underworld has different jurisdictions. If we can let Qingshantou Yinsha take charge, it means that this generation of Ghost King will be fixed in Qingshantou!"
There is not just one ghost king in the world, but countless.
There is also a division of regional responsibilities among fans.
For example, Qinghai City is divided into several districts, and there will be a big ghost king corresponding to each district. In order to facilitate the management of hundreds of ghosts, the big ghost king will also appoint small ghost kings in the corresponding areas under his command.
It is exactly the same as the job grade divisions in provinces, cities and counties in the human world.
But there is only one Ghost King in the underworld, and his rank is the Yin Ghost Envoy among the Ten Yin Generals and Ghost Messengers.
There are three types of organizations for the Ghost King.
One is an official who enjoys salary from the underworld, another is a ghost king who is too vicious and is not included in the underworld's list of recruited ghosts, and the last one is a ghost king who has not been recruited.
The first two are under the control of the underworld.
However, the ghost kings who are recruited are freer and more ferocious than the ghost kings who are organized by the underworld.
Because they were too vicious during their lifetime, they could not be organized and could only rule one area. Even if they were under the control of the underworld, if they really did evil, the underworld would have to see if it could capture them.
The official ghost king is equivalent to being recorded in the official register of the underworld. Once he commits evil and is discovered by the underworld, he will be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell and will never be reborn.
The organized ghost king is protected by the underworld.
Those who are recruited can only bear it themselves.
As for those who have not been recruited, even if they have done evil, the underworld will choose to turn a blind eye.
Because this kind of creatures did evil in their lifetime and even evil spirits are afraid of them!
The underworld doesn't dare to intervene, fearing that these evil creatures will cause chaos in the underworld.
In a place like Qingshantou, there is only one possibility for it to have done evil for so many days without attracting the attention of the underworld, and that is that the ghost king of Qingshantou has not been recruited.
Qu Yun's face turned pale. "If this is really the Ghost King, then doesn't that mean he hasn't been recruited?"
"It's over, then we have run into a tough opponent, right?"
Old Mi started to panic.
Feng Zhibai waved his hand and puffed out his chest: "I'm still here! Today I'm making a promise. Anyone who dares to touch you will be against me!"
"You just said you're good at literature but not martial arts! If a fight breaks out, you won't be able to protect us."
Old Mi ruthlessly exposed Feng Zhibai's words.
Feng Zhibai couldn't hold back his pride anymore and slapped his palms. "Yes, I can't fight! But I can reason with others and win them over with virtue, you know?"
"Who dares to trespass into my humble residence?"
Just as Feng Zhi finished speaking, a sonorous and oppressive male voice came out from the pit!
Old Mitou quickly pulled Feng Zhibai over and said, "Come here!"
At the same time, several thick and lingering yin auras slowly seeped out from the pit.
What gradually came into the eyes of the three people was a corpse that had long been rotten!
Broken limbs and arms, black blood seeped into the white bones!
The corpse had long hair and was wearing a piece of tattered cloth that was worn across the waist. Judging from the clothes, it seemed that the person had been dead for a hundred years.
His head was already shattered, his cheeks were completely destroyed, revealing the white skull visible to the naked eye. Looking closely, a large piece of broken bone could be seen inside the skull!
Just looking at it from a distance was terrifying enough.
Old Mitou exclaimed and pulled Qu Yun back hard.
After all, Qu Yun has been a Taoist priest for many years. Although he has rarely seen any ferocious creatures, he has also experienced some storms.
"Looking at this appearance, he must have suffered inhumane treatment during his lifetime."
Shaking his head with regret, Qu Yun couldn't bear to watch any longer.
Feng Zhibai frowned, and after squinting his eyes for a moment longer, he raised his head and looked at the Ghost King nonchalantly before speaking loudly from a distance, "I am Feng Zhibai, and I invite you to see the Ghost King."
The ghost king stopped at the edge of the pit and did not move forward. After hearing Feng Zhibai's name, he walked towards the three people with his legs that were only bones left.
"Feng Zhibai, Feng Zhibai... Feng... Zhibai."
When they were about eighty meters away from Feng Zhibai and the other two, the Ghost King stopped and repeated Feng Zhibai's name in a deep voice.
Feng Zhibai felt strange when he heard the Ghost King repeating his name.
After straightening her expression and looking at him, she actually felt that the Ghost King looked extremely familiar and his voice seemed to be one she had heard somewhere before.
"Is the young lady Feng Zhibai of the Yunyang Feng Clan?"
Just as Feng Zhibai was giving his instructions, the Ghost King suddenly asked in surprise.
This question also made Feng Zhibai stunned and alert: "Do you know the Yunyang Feng family?"
With a "dong" sound, the Ghost King knelt in front of Feng Zhibai without hesitation after hearing her question!
A pair of white ghost eyes with red bloodshot actually shed two lines of blood and tears!
"I, He Zhong, have met the Prophet Feng."
Qu Yun and Lao Mi Tou didn't understand the situation and looked at Feng Zhibai with confusion.
"Is this the Ghost King? Why is he kneeling before you?"
Qu Yun hesitated for a long time before calling Feng Zhibai softly, "Miss Feng?"
Feng Zhibai raised his hand and interrupted their thoughts. A long-forgotten memory in his heart was slowly opened.
She lost her nonchalant attitude and turned her head to Qu Yun and Lao Mitou and said, "Please both of you step aside first. I have something to discuss with him in private."
"No, what will you do if we go out? We can't leave you here alone, it's too dangerous!"
At this moment, Lao Mitou felt a sense of loyalty.
Qu Yun noticed the strange atmosphere and pulled him, saying with a meaningful smile, "Mr. Mi, I'm still injured. How about you take me out first?"
He raised an eyebrow at Lao Mitou, who then realized that things were going wrong. After reacting, he quickly cried out: "Oh~ That's right! Um, girl, I'll send Master Qu Tian out first. You two can have a good chat. There's no rush. Take your time."
Holding Qu Yun's hand, Lao Mitou stepped forward and headed towards the outside of Qingshan Mountain.
After the two limped out of the main gate of Qingshantou, Old Mitou looked back and asked, "Master Qu, isn't this situation a little strange? That's the Ghost King, who seems to have been dead for many years. How could that little girl know the Ghost King? Is she related?"
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