He felt as if the back of his neck had been pinched by the Soul-Severing Scissors. The Ghost King had lost seven of his three souls. If he were to cut it off, not to mention five hundred years of his cultivation, even eight hundred years of his cultivation would disappear into thin air.
If ghosts could sweat, the Ghost King would be drenched in cold sweat by now. However, ghosts could not sweat, so the Ghost King could only use his soul to tremble to express his fear.
"Lord xiuzhe, grandpa xiuzhe, please let me go!”
"Hehe, you want to live?" Wu Liang was carrying a ghost king that was not even two taels of silver. This was already the heaviest ghost cultivator he had ever caught in the Yang Realm.
Ghosts, as their cultivation increased, their height and weight would increase. Basically, every ten years of cultivation, their weight would increase by one gram and their height would increase by one centimeter.
This ghost king weighed about eighty grams and was two meters tall. Ignoring the weight of ordinary ghosts, which usually weighed more than twenty grams, and the height of ordinary ghosts, Wu Liang roughly estimated that this ghost king had cultivated for nearly six hundred years.
"Young man, you're good! For six hundred years, the reapers didn't find you! Tell me, how did you avoid the reapers?”
Under Wu Liang's control, the Ghost King's soul had shrunk to about 1.5 meters. This was also a sign of his submission to Wu Liang. It had to be said that this Ghost King was very good at being a ghost.
"Grandpa xiuzhe, please show mercy. I will tell you everything I know.”The Ghost King promised before explaining the reason.
It turned out that this Ghost King was also an awesome person in his early years.
He was originally a top scholar of the Ming Dynasty's Yongle Dynasty. His name was Lin Huan. Back then, he had outstanding knowledge and was familiar with the affairs of the world. He was deeply valued by Ming Chengzu Zhu Di. He was an official in the Imperial Academy and often served beside the emperor.
At the same time as his official career was prosperous, he was also proud of his love life. He had a wife and two concubines, all of whom were famous beauties in the village.
However, heaven was jealous of talent. In February of the twelfth year of Yongle, Lin Huan followed Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty to Wala and died of illness on the way. He was only 38 years old. At that time, the ministers of the court deeply regretted his early death.
Who knows that people's hearts are separated from the belly, and then know people, there are times when people are not recognized.
On the night of Lin Huan's seventh return, he saw his best friend and most trusted brother in the court plotting against his wife and concubine.
He was so angry that his eyes were about to split open. He wanted to strangle the other party to death, but there was no way.
Just as he was crying out for Haotian's injustice and seeing that his wife and concubines were about to be humiliated, a pair of his sisters suddenly cast a witchcraft blood curse and cursed everyone in the house to death in the blink of an eye. Including themselves.
After his wife and concubines died, his soul left his body, and he saw that Lin Huan had been watching all of this.
He did not expect to meet his wife and concubines again in the form of a ghost.
The ghosts hugged each other and cried, but they were also glad that they could meet again in this form.
When they were about to return to the underworld to be reincarnated, they found that his two concubines were imprisoned in the courtyard because of the blood curse.
Fortunately, a Maoshan Taoist priest passed by and helped them release the curse.
However, due to the great karma of the blood curse, the Maoshan Taoist priest could not completely resolve it. He had to leave a soul to guard the house until the blood curse's mana was completely absorbed. Otherwise, everyone within a hundred miles would be affected by the blood curse.
In order to allow his wife and concubines to be reincarnated, Lin Huan volunteered to stay behind to resolve the blood curse.
Today, the blood curse had been completely resolved a hundred years ago, and at the same time, Lin Huan had become the number one ghost cultivator in the capital.
Instead, he was unwilling to reincarnate, so he became a ghost king in the capital.
After listening to the Ghost King's explanation, Wu Liang cooperatively sniffed.
Lin Huan thought that he was touched by her and begged,"I hope you have pity on me, grandfather xiuzhe. I've been staying in the human world because I want to see my three delicate ones who have reincarnated! If you spare my life, I'm willing to be your slave.”
"Look at you, you're so useless. Bai Blind was a top scholar back then and was once with Ming Chengzu, Zhu Di!”Wu Liang laughed." It's not impossible to spare your life. I'm lacking a subordinate, but…how do you want me to trust you?”
Lin Huan's soul revealed a miserable smile. In order to survive, he had to show enough sincerity.
Under Wu Liang's gaze, the Ghost King took a deep breath and suddenly exhaled.
Two rays of dim light shot out from its belly.
These two rays of light were the Ghost King's natal magic treasure, the Soul Fangs.
The most obvious difference between a spectral Cultivator and an ordinary malicious ghost was that as their cultivation level increased, two fangs that resembled canine teeth would grow out of their mouths.
The higher the cultivation, the longer the fangs.
When they cultivated to a certain stage, the fangs would be broken and swallowed by them. Through the refinement of soul power, they would finally become the ghost cultivator's natal magic treasure.
The so-called natal dharma treasure was naturally a matter of life and death.
Once a life-bound magic treasure was controlled by someone else, it was equivalent to a ghost's life being controlled by someone else. This was because once the soul fang was destroyed, their souls would dissipate, and they would not even have the chance to reincarnate.
Ghost King Lin Huan spat out his soul fang, meaning that Wu Liang had his natal magic treasure, so he naturally didn't have to worry about him escaping or betraying him.
Wu Liang was very satisfied with Lin Huan's sincerity. He reached out to catch the soul fang and played with it in his hand for a long time. He liked it very much.
This was because the Soul Fangs were similar to the Soul Pearl. They were both cultivated from the pure Yin True Qi of ghost cultivators, and were both good supplementary items for Wu Liang's cultivation.
Lin Huan saw Wu Liang fiddling with the soul fang in his hand, and he was afraid that he would accidentally crush it. Cultivators who could form the Soul Severing Scissors with their bare hands were at least Grand Heavenmaster level of cultivation, so he was afraid that he could crush the two fangs with just a little bit of force.
However, Lin Huan's worries were obviously unnecessary.
Wu Liang played with it for a while and drew two talismans on it with his finger. Then, he threw the Soul Fangs back to Lin Huan.
"I've already carved a Yin Talisman on it. If you try to betray me, you know the consequences!”
Wu Liang's words were concise and comprehensive. Lin Huan also understood the situation and immediately nodded to show that he understood.
"Alright then, you'll stay here in the future and continue to be your Ghost King. If any blind little brat comes to harass me again, just kill him directly, so that I don't have to come out every day to hear the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves.”
"No problem!" Lin Huan didn't expect it to be such a simple task.
" Also, tell me about you in detail as if you were a story…" Wu Liang rolled his eyes and had an idea.
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