Chapter 391 Employee Benefits
"This is the place you're looking for."
The ghost general took Jing Zhui into a sea of blood.
This place is several miles away from Huangquan Ferry where a great battle just took place.
The local ghost king was still on guard with his weapons, and he suppressed the Buddha-killing formation personally without untying his belt. The ghost general thought he was a traitor, but he didn't dare to run to the ghost king to make it public.
There is a windbreak cliff on the sea, where a whirlpool of blood forms. The precipitated blood looks a bit like black, and clusters of red flowers grow sparsely on the back of the reef.
Jing Zhui raised his hand, and a flower broke off automatically and flew into his hand.
The mask was lowered slightly, and the eyes behind the mask were slightly depressed. "Not here."
Jing Zhui was disappointed.
After dozens of times of anticipation and subsequent disappointment, he still couldn't find the black water and red flowers in his memory.
A thousand years ago, he had a fierce battle with the ghost lord Zhu Chuideng in order to seize the ghost realm.
The fight lasted for more than half a month, until the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the stars fell. He and Zhu Chuideng had their wins and losses, and both felt very satisfied. He still remembers the pleasure of being evenly matched.
Zhu Chuideng was finally forced to reveal his trump card and took out the Black Water Red Flower, a piece of land that condensed all of Zhu Chuideng's obsessions and secrets. It almost trapped his soul and suppressed him forever under the Yellow Springs Ferry.
Zhu Chuideng used this trump card to drive him out of the ghost realm.
Before he left, he took away a small piece of soil and, based on it, cultivated the Youtanbala flower, which was specifically designed to restrain ghosts.
This time he returned to the ghost realm and searched for Zhu Chuideng many times but to no avail. He deduced that Zhu Chuideng might be hiding in the Black Water Red Flower Field.
He ordered Ye Xiaoman to get close to the Ghost King to find out the whereabouts of Zhu Chuideng, while he himself went to search for the secret place - that place was too evil, and a rookie like Ye Xiaoman might be eaten to pieces if he stepped in.
Jing Zhui's obvious displeasure frightened the ghost general.
The ghost general who was so arrogant outside, felt so insignificant in front of Jing Zhui, like a lamb to be slaughtered. He said in panic:
"It can only be here. I've searched the entire ghost world and used my authority to ask around, but there's really no place you're looking for..."
Jing Zhui was indifferent and did not listen to the ant's words. He just turned his eyes and looked at the other side of the sea.
The sea water exploded, and a black evil spirit grabbed hundreds of evil spirits and pulled them out of the seabed.
The ghost general turned pale and begged for mercy, "I didn't mean to ambush you, they were my men helping... Ugh!"
The evil energy grabbed their necks and froze them in mid-air, and a ball of black energy blocked their mouths, silencing their voices, leaving only their bodies struggling.
"What's up?"
Jing Zhui turned around, with his back to the scene of killing, and answered Ye Xiaoman's message in a normal tone.
[Boss, have you ever been to Black Island? ]
Based on the unique empathetic connection between Jing Zhui and Ye Xiaoman, they can feel what the other feels and see what the other sees. As long as Ye Xiaoman is willing, she can share a certain memory of hers with Jing Zhui.
Through Ye Xiaoman, Jing Zhui "saw" the water mirror in the hands of the snakeman chief, the so-called panoramic view of the Black Island.
The dead water with wronged souls and the red flowers stretching for thousands of miles are exactly the same as the memories.
He lowered his head and looked at the sea of blood beneath his feet.
It was beyond his expectation that the farmer who built the Chuideng did not bury the treasure in the ground but hid it underwater.
He had always thought that the great battle that year took place on land, but he didn't expect that Zhu Chuideng had tricked him into going to Huangquan Ferry.
The Black Water and Red Flower Field is hidden below the Yellow Springs Ferry.
As the saying goes, you may search high and low for something, but when you find it, it comes without any effort.
Jing Zhui curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled silently. He clenched his five fingers, and the ghost generals and hundreds of ghost messengers behind him were crushed in an instant, exploding into blood flowers.
The blood sprayed onto Jing Zhui's robe and was completely absorbed by the robe.
The corpse turned into ashes and floated away with the water. As for the monster that attacked people under the water, it had already escaped.
He said happily, "I'm very relieved that you can still remember the mission while playing with men."
[I'm not playing around. I've been working diligently overtime...]
Ye Xiaoman immediately refuted to defend her reputation, but when she remembered that she had indeed passed on her skills to Yue Mushan recently, she wondered if she had connected with Jing Zhui again. Her voice became weaker and weaker.
[Hey, what does Black Island have to do with my mission? The Ghost Lord lives on Black Island? That's not right. The real Lord is on the island, so the deity worshipped by the islanders wouldn't be called a false Lord.]
What's the origin of that island? Is it dangerous? Ye Xiaoman's fear of death resurfaced, and she confessed to Jing Zhui, "I only dared to go there because I could rely on Jiaying."
"Let's talk in detail when we meet." Hei Dao's background was complicated, and Jing Zhui couldn't explain it in a few words. "Stay connected with me, I'll come find you."
Ye Xiaoman: [When I told you I was trapped in Huangquan Ferry that day, you immediately hung up the phone. Now, when I mention Hei Dao, you rush over immediately.]
[I understand. There are treasures on the Black Island that are a hundred times more precious than my life.]
Jing Zhui could imagine Ye Xiaoman's greedy look. Subordinates who dared to take money were always short-lived under him, so it was rare for him to be so tolerant of her.
[I intend to use the things inside to force the ghost master to show himself.]
[Your strength is not enough, so don't touch it. ]
Ye Xiaoman: [Were you driving me just now, boss?]
Jing Zhui: "Shut up."
Ye Xiaoman: [Damn, now you even understand my jokes?]
Every time Jing Zhui spoke a few more words to Ye Xiaoman, veins would pop out on his forehead. Why was she never afraid of him?
Considering that Ye Xiaoman had made a great contribution this time, he calmed his tone and asked, "What reward do you want?"
Ye Xiaoman sat cross-legged in the cabin. On the same boat were other tribute couples from the Snake Village. Jiaying was meditating beside her.
Yue Mushan walked in with a plate of grilled fish. When he lifted the door curtain, a fishy sea breeze blew in.
Yue Mushan placed the food tray in front of Ye Xiaoman. When he handed her the chopsticks, he glanced at Jiaying and sighed lightly.
"Sister, it would be nice if I had a silver hairpin. If I forget to bring chopsticks when eating fish, I can use the hairpin to poke it."
After saying that, the cat demon looked at Ye Xiaoman with the eyes unique to small animals, and almost meowed.
Yue Mushan wanted a gift and had hinted at it more than once.
When he woke up, he would say, "It's so inconvenient to have my hair down. It would be nice if I had a silver hairpin." When discussing the enemy situation on Black Island, he would inexplicably sigh, "I wonder if those evil spirits on the island use silver hairpins." Even when walking on the deck with Ye Xiaoman, he would point to the dark clouds in the sky and ask her, "Do those clouds look like hairpins?"
Ye Xiaoman was so annoyed that she even told Jiaying, "Master, how about you return the hairpin to me?"
As for Jiaying, he closed his eyes and chanted Buddhist scriptures, pretending not to hear.
Yue Mushan laid Ye Xiaoman down and let her rest on his legs. Ye Xiaoman lay there numbly, feeling Jiaying's gaze suddenly fall on her head.
[Please, boss, please get me out of this prison.]
Ye Xiaoman hugged Jing Zhui's thighs and cried bitterly in her mind, fulfilling her rare employee benefits.
Even though my mind isn't working very well right now, I have a feeling I'm about to have a terrible accident.
She heard Jing Zhui's gorgeous voice sneer, and she wondered if he was mocking her cowardice.
"Okay."
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