Chapter 309 Ghost Lord
Ye Xiaoman was humble and eager to learn, so Jing Zhui showed her a way.
"The ghost realm is barren, the land vast but lacking in resources. Resentment is rampant, the seasons are chaotic, and it's impossible to grow food and other cash crops. The only way to generate income is to export black ore."
"Every time a black mineral mine is discovered, the Ghost King will apply to the Ghost Lord for a mining order and drive out the ghost cultivators to mine. It often takes thousands of years to empty a single vein, and more and more ghost cultivators will gather there."
“When there are more people, they first gather into villages, then expand into countless small towns, and finally gather into a city.”
Ye Xiaoman nodded to show her understanding. The establishment of the ghost city was based on the development of black mineral ore.
Each ghost king controls thousands of cities. Such a large area is definitely beyond the reach of a ghost king alone, so a series of administrative regions and officials of all sizes are set up.
Under the Ghost King is the Ghost General, who can be understood as the mayor under the governor. Under the Ghost General is the Ghost General (county magistrate). Below the Ghost General is the Ghost Messenger (village chief). Each Ghost Messenger commands hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers.
The ghosts manage the miners, who are at the bottom of the chain - but at least they have a job and their status is not bad, much better than being unemployed.
Jing Zhui looked at Ye Xiaoman quietly.
Ye Xiaoman suddenly understood. She took three steps back and said tremblingly, "You're not asking me to go mining, are you?"
First become a glorious miner, then step by step be promoted to a ghost soldier, ghost messenger, ghost general, and finally become a big ghost general who manages thousands of cities and is close to the ghost king.
What a clear path to promotion.
Not to mention whether she could reach that position within a year, she had no desire to do it.
I can't stand the hardship of doing physical work at all.
She even thinks that soft rice is too hard to chew.
Ye Xiaoman shook her head repeatedly: "If mining could bring you closer to the Ghost King, you would have arranged hundreds of people to dig. Why is there no one available when you arrived in the Ghost Realm?"
"This means that mining must be a dangerous business. Your people may have died in the process of mining."
Jing Zhui didn't want to hide it from her: "Miners in the Black Essence Mine are not ordinary people who can do this. Only monks can do this."
"The ghost world is the realm of the dead, full of resentment and miasma, especially underground. Cultivators with weak cultivation and weak minds can easily be invaded by resentment after going into the mines, and become insane and die."
"Undead spirits and monsters are often dug up from underground, along with all sorts of unspeakable horrors. These can also cause mass deaths among monks."
Despite the harsh working environment, there is no shortage of miners in the ghost world.
Because the money comes quickly, there are still many monks who do this job.
Some ghost cultivators specialize in being human traffickers, traveling from all walks of life and luring people to work for them with promises of high salaries and benefits.
Ye Xiaoman's cherishment of life was engraved in her bones, and she refused the clear path pointed out by Jing Zhui.
"There must be another way. Let me think about it."
After Jing Zhui assigned the task, he became a hands-off manager. "Within a month, I want to hear a specific action plan."
Ye Xiaoman made a face behind him and mouthed: Down with the black-hearted capitalists.
Jing Zhui turned around unexpectedly and happened to see Ye Xiaoman rolling her eyes at him.
Ye Xiaoman pretended that there was sand in her eyes and fanned herself with her eyes rolled up.
Jing Zhui raised an eyebrow, took out a large map from his sleeve and slapped it on Ye Xiaoman's head.
Ye Xiaoman took it down and took a look. It was a map of the ghost world, which was much more detailed than the one Qi Kou had given. It included the key defense areas throughout the territory and the garrison forces of each city, all clearly marked. It was reasonable to suspect that it was provided by Jing Zhui's undercover agent in the ghost world.
There is a red dot on the map, which serves as a navigation function. When a person moves, the red dot will move with her to indicate her location.
Ye Xiaoman became happy again, "Thank you for the tools, boss."
She remembered, "I helped you get the heart, and you haven't rewarded me yet!"
Jing Zhui was very straightforward: "What kind of magic do you want to learn?"
Ye Xiaoman had already made up her mind: "I want to learn the time-space teleportation array."
With a pinch of magic, you can travel thousands of miles away freely and date several men in one night. It is a must-have for Aquaman. The bad girl next door will cry with envy.
Jing Zhui raised his hand, and a ray of light flew into Ye Xiaoman's brows. "Memorize the formula first, and I will teach you step by step later."
He yawned and walked away.
Ye Xiaoman closed her eyes, and a long string of runes, formation methods, and several thousand words of spellcasting formulas appeared in her sea of consciousness.
The ancient secrets that have long been lost are extremely precious.
She was happy. Jing Zhui's mission was extremely important, and the benefits were also extremely good.
Progress of completing the task of getting rid of the online connection: (3/10)
As long as the progress is smooth, you can still make seven more attempts to get the wool.
Ye Xiaoman made some preparations and left Huanxi Villa the next day.
If we can’t come up with a good solution by working behind closed doors, we still need to go out and investigate.
Before leaving, she entrusted the affairs of the villa to Qi Kou, who patted her chest and told her not to worry.
Qi Kou didn't ask Ye Xiaoman where she was going, but directly imagined Ye Xiaoman as a chivalrous man with a sword.
When he returns to the world of the living, he must promote the glorious image of Fairy Ye!
After Ye Xiaoman left, she reported her itinerary to Jing Zhui: "I'm going out on a mission."
Jing Zhui: [Yes.]
With a thick nasal voice, he mumbled his second reply after a long while, as if he had fallen asleep in the middle of the sentence. "I'll come find you when you're settled."
Ye Xiaoman scratched her head, not understanding what he meant.
According to Jing Zhui's laziness, he used to come and harvest the fruits of her labor after she finished her work. When did he start to do it himself and come to her for help?
Like a fish in her pond, create opportunities to spend time with her.
Ye Xiaoman put this absurd idea behind her, summoned the flying boat, and flew north.
Five hundred miles away, there is a city, and the surrounding small towns are just dependencies of the city.
She wanted to go to the city to gather intelligence.
She stood at the bow, overlooking the land below the flying boat, where regular lands stood.
When one family perishes, another rises. As long as the ghost exists, it will not perish.
"Ghost Lord..."
Ye Xiaoman was talking to herself while feeling the wind. No one knew whether the ghost master was a woman or a man, tall or short, beautiful or ugly. No ghost dared to call the ghost master by his name, and even his name was not revealed.
He seems to have a pretty bad personality.
Hundreds of years ago, a rumor spread among the people that a fairy island appeared in the sky of a certain place, and a powerful person left behind a quick method of ascension. Countless cultivators rushed there from all over, and at the beginning, they did find many good things on the fairy island.
Word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and more and more people went there. Gradually, the monks discovered that the spiritual energy there was richer than on the ground, and countless people chose to settle down there to practice.
A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, and late one night, the fairy island devoured nearly 100,000 monks who lived there.
It turned out that this was the ghost lord in disguise, with his mouth opened like a vicious shark, waiting for people to fall into his trap.
As for the ascension magic that spread from the fairy island, whoever practiced it would turn himself into a ghost lord's lackey. It spread widely and took the lives of a group of cultivators.
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