He had to act well.
Yang Hao checked the route. The road outside the town was a straight line from the West Mountain Graveyard to the abandoned funeral parlor.
Therefore, Yang Hao came here to block the way.
Of course, he couldn't just block the way.
Now, he was pretending to be a filial son who was paying his respects to his ancestors, blocking their path and burning the joss paper.
They were even burning handmade paper money and incense sticks that were extremely attractive to ghosts. Think about it, would those big ghosts stop when they passed by?
In this world, these big ghosts were almost all evil ghosts and poor ghosts. When they saw a consecrator, Yang Hao knew with his feet that these ghosts would come up to snatch food.
If that was the case, pretending to be an ordinary person…
Yang Hao burned the joss paper very slowly. He had only brought two to three catties of joss paper with him. He didn't know when the big ghosts would come, so he couldn't burn too fast!
The cold wind was biting. Yang Hao took a look at his commission.
[Age: 20]
Constitution: 1.5 (1 for a normal person.)
Spirit: 2.6
[Magic Power: 500]
[Cultivation Technique: Maoshan Qi Drawing Technique ]
[Cultivation: Late-stage Dao Stepping Stage.]
Shop: Yang Ji Bai Shi Items Monopoly.
[Order: One Spirit House.]
[52548 commission points]
Merit: 0
The commission points, the sporadic sales of joss paper and incense sticks over the past few days, had also brought his data to more than 50,000. This seemed to be enough for now.
Yang Hao didn't look at it too much. He let the system open his store and started looking.
He wanted to pick something out. Of course, he couldn't exchange it now. At this moment, even the peach wood sword had been thrown on a tree branch a few hundred meters away.
Yin ghosts couldn't be too abnormal. Powerful talismans and even thunderstruck peach wood swords had dense yang qi. It wouldn't be good to bring such things with him and alert the ghosts.
At the same time, if an ordinary person came to the abandoned funeral parlor, they would definitely be shocked.
The abandoned funeral parlor and the buildings were covered in withered grass and vines, but it was no longer the same scene.
Even the building of the funeral parlor was gone. What was left was a huge retro courtyard and building.
It was decorated with lanterns and streamers, as if they had traveled through time. Red lanterns hung high in the retro gatehouses, and people were carrying all kinds of things inside and outside in a hurry.
Stopping in the courtyard was a red sedan.
Eight sedan bearers dressed in red vintage clothes were waiting quietly with their heads lowered. In front of them were figures holding locked drums, lanterns, and various musical instruments.
Behind him, a tall white horse stood there quietly. It did not shake its head or kick its feet, just like a statue.
The scene here was very strange. It clearly looked very lively, but there was no sound at all.
Yes, there was no sound at all. Usually, happy events would be filled with laughter and joy, but there was no such thing here. There was only a deathly silence. Even if those figures came and went, there was still no sound. There was no sound of footsteps.
Of course, this was the outer courtyard. At this moment, there were still some sounds in the middle hall opposite the courtyard.
"Congratulations to Your Majesty for getting married tonight!”A shifty-eyed, thin man in his thirties, dressed in red and black retro clothes from the Republic of China, was currently kneeling in the hall with a smile on his face. He was speaking to a vulgarly mouthed man in a red robe sitting on the main seat.
Following his words, many people of different ages stood on both sides of the hall. They all knelt down and shouted in unison.
"Congratulations, King!"
"Haha! Alright, reward me with wine!" The burly man was obviously very happy. With a wave of his hand, black porcelain cups floated in front of the kneeling people.
Among them, the black and greenish black wine was filled to the brim, causing the group of people to be overjoyed.
They hurriedly knelt on the ground and reached out to take the wine cup with both hands. At this moment, the group of ghosts revealed intoxicated expressions. If one looked closely, one would seem to be able to see waves of redness on their pale and bloodless faces.
This was truly a good thing. The Ghost King had condensed the Yin Qi from the Yin veins here and brewed it with all kinds of pure Yin items.
It could be said that for ghosts, drinking a cup of wine like this was equivalent to absorbing ten thousand copper coins of Psyche Power.
This was a treasure. Normally, the Ghost King wouldn't even drink it. Only at this time could they benefit from it.
"Your Majesty, it's almost time!" The shifty-eyed male ghost from before cupped his hands and spoke again after consuming the Yin Qi in the wine.
"Yes! I know. Even so, I'll set off. You guys take care of the house and help me receive those who came to congratulate me. I'll go and pick up my wife now!”
The real name of the Pingjiang Ghost King was unknown. He was born during the Guangxu period and died during the war.
When he was alive, he was a well-known bandit leader. Back then, he was the king of Nanjiang. However, in the end, he was surrounded by the nearby armed forces and died in Nanjiang. His body was then dumped and buried here.
This was a place that contained Yin in the Fengshui Bureau. The place where he was buried was the eye of this array. With the help of the Yin Qi underground, even if there was no incense and he could not go down to the underworld, his cultivation would still increase day by day…
(The update is a little late. I'm going back to my hometown these two days. I'll spend the next day in the car. I'll try to update steadily. It'll be fine after 15. It'll be quieter at home!)）
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