The system's voice sounded in his mind.
Ding! Reward has triggered a special check-in. Do you wish to sign in?
"Sign in."
The sign-in was successful.
[Sign in. Obtained: Ghost God Cultivation Method.]
[Sign in: Obtained: Abyssal Baptismal Pool]
" Ghost God Cultivation Method?" in the depths of peace I murmur softly.
Immediately, An Shiyuan checked and realized that this cultivation method was different from the cultivation method he had imagined.
The literal meaning of the Ghost God Cultivation Method was to give the Ghost God a cultivation method. And that was the truth. The Ghost God absorbed Yin Qi to make itself stronger.
However, other than this, there were two other special points about the cultivation technique.
The messengers of death who cultivated in the Ghost God Realm could form different battle formations. Different numbers of people could have different battle formations. The highest battle formation was ten messengers of death, which could temporarily increase the strength of the messengers of death by ten times.
The other point was that the messenger of death who cultivated this technique could produce one merit, and ten messengers of death were ten merits.
"Giving cultivation techniques to the patrolling ghosts and deities is equivalent to merit?”
An Yanyuan smiled faintly.
Could this be considered a pleasant surprise?
Then, he looked at the second reward.
It seemed like a long time had passed to check the reward, but in reality, only one or two seconds had passed.
Ox Head stood quietly in front of An Yanyuan. He saw Lord Shing Wong flip his left hand and a small stone platform that looked like an ink slab appeared in his palm.
"This is?" Ox Head was surprised.
Blue water was flowing in the groove of the small stone platform, emitting a dense extreme Yin Qi. It seemed to be the foundation water of the Nine Nether, an important part of the construction of the Netherworld. When the ox-headed man saw it, he had the urge to kowtow. This was a kind of suppression from the origin.
"Lord Shing Wong, what kind of treasure is this stone platform?”The ox head was curious. Its eyes flickered with surprise as it spoke in a low and muffled voice.
"Nine Serenities Baptismal Pool."
Seeing Ox Head's curious expression, An Yuanyuan chuckled." It's very beneficial to you.”
"Benefits?"
"It can cleanse the bodies of ghosts and gods and speed up your cultivation. However, there are some things to take note of. One person can only be baptized once.”
An Yanyuan explained and warned.
Then, he continued to talk about the function of the Baptismal Pool.
Apart from improving the bodies of the Reapers, the Baptismal Pool also had another function: to convert souls like Zhong Chengyi into Reapers of Death. This would save the time for the leaders like Bullhead and the others to help them transform. They only needed to let Zhong Chengyi soak in it to transform them into Reapers of Death.
"…Go ahead."
After An Yuanyuan finished speaking, he threw the small stone platform in his hand into the air.
Boom!
A thunderous sound rang out in the Underworld Space.
In an instant, the messengers of death in the Shing Wong's underworld, whether they were orthodox messengers of death or small ghost messengers of death, stopped what they were doing and looked into the depths of the underworld.
" That's…" Sun Wandering God sat in the square and cultivated. He opened his eyes and looked into the depths of the Shing Wong Yin Si.
In his eyes.
A dark rainbow bloomed in the depths, illuminating the entire netherworld. The grand aura was like the birth of a Netherworld Emperor, walking the world and patrolling the nine heavens and ten lands.
The source of all this came from a small stone platform that was constantly enlarging. In a few breaths, it turned into a large pool and fell into the southeast corner of the Shing Wong Underworld, causing a huge tremor.
Southeast corner of the netherworld.
In the empty darkness, an ancient and vast wall rose from the ground. Stone pillars emerged one after another, and stone chips fell off on their own, causing carvings to appear on the surface of the stone pillars. Nine Yin Dragon, Nine Yin Wind, Nine Truth Listener, Nine…Nine ancient beasts coiled around each stone pillar. Each stone pillar had a pattern, and there were a total of nine stone pillars that fixed the foundation of the Nine Serenities.
The big pool flew over and landed with a loud crash. The water in the pool did not shake at all. The scene was strange and terrifying.
At this moment.
Yin Si, which was already filled with Yin Qi, became even denser.
The Sun Wandering God breathed in a wisp of Yin Qi. In an instant, he felt refreshed and his fatigue dissipated.
The Wandering Sun God and the messengers of death had discovered this change. At this moment, a warm and magnetic voice rang out from the depths of the vast underworld.
"After the Nine Nether Baptismal Pool is set, everyone can enter and be baptized once to refine themselves and strengthen the soul of the ghost god.”
Hearing this.
Sensing the changes in the netherworld, the messenger of death who was originally holding something put down the thing in his hand. The messenger of death who was originally cultivating stopped cultivating. Originally…
Each messenger of death stood and bowed towards the depths of the underworld.
"A gift from the City God. I'm deeply grateful." The sound condensed, and the sound was grand and rippling.
Zhong Chengyi was shocked.
Under Kong Gongliang's lead, he familiarized himself with the surroundings. Just now, he saw a dark rainbow light in the depths. Then, the rainbow light landed in the southeast direction. A warm voice came from the depths. Lin Shu and the others beside him bowed to the depths.
When Zhong Chengyi saw this, he hurriedly learned how to bow as well. His eyes were filled with shock.
The voice just now was…him?
Zhong Chengyi raised his head and looked into the depths. There was shock and reverence in his eyes.
The power just now was the most terrifying power he had ever seen in his life.
"Chengyi, you're in luck." Kong Gongliang's voice rang out, and Zhong Chengyi looked up.
Kong Gongliang smiled.
He pulled Zhong Chengyi to the southeast and said," Let's go to the Baptismal Pool.”
Many messengers of death headed towards the southeast corner. Along the way, Zhong Chengyi saw the messengers of death and also saw one of the few S-class files in the headquarters-Day Wandering Divine Wander Light!
Day Wanderer stood by the pool.
The tall figure could be seen from afar. His aura was ferocious and terrifying.
He looked at the Baptismal Pool and whispered a few words to the messengers of death. He spoke, and his deep voice spread out, allowing the messengers of death to enter the Baptismal Pool in an orderly manner to receive the baptism.
……
On the other side.
Hearing the messengers of death's words of gratitude, An Yanyuan smiled slightly.
He looked at Ox Head." You go and handle the follow-up matters with You Guang. Oh right, that Zhong Chengyi, let him…"
After waiting for An Yuan's instructions, Ox Head turned around and left. When he left, his footsteps were hurried. He wanted to quickly go to the Baptismal Pool to have a taste of the 'freshness'.
"Ah Bang." An Shiyuan shook his head and smiled knowingly.
He did not expect Bull-headed Abang to have such a side to him.
Every messenger of death had their own personality. An Yangyuan was very clear about this, and he liked this very much. He didn't like cold, cold-blooded tools like messengers of death. Only such messengers of death were true messengers of death. Every time he summoned a messenger of death, he would remember and read the historical stories of each messenger of death.
These experiences made him feel like he was watching a fairy tale, and he learned a lot from it.
He cherished every messenger of death.
This was also why he had a smile on his face the moment he obtained the Ghost God Cultivation Technique. He was happy to be able to obtain such a cultivation technique. This meant that the messengers of death had another layer of protection and felt happy.
The messengers of death were ghosts and gods, but they were not immortal ghosts and gods. If they encountered malicious ghosts that were stronger than them, they would die. This was an inevitable problem. The messengers of death had always been like this in historical records. The messengers of death often died during their patrol, their body and soul destroyed.
An Yuan had thought of this long ago and had done many things.
This was the reason why he had spent incense and merit points to refine the uniform.
An Yanyuan looked around.
As the ruler of the underworld, he could see everything.
"Yin Si is more popular than before, and it's more lively.”An Yuanyuan was extremely satisfied.
He was a person who liked peace and quiet, but he was also not a solitary person. Only when the underworld was lively would life be interesting and not boring.
An Shiyuan retracted his gaze.
He stood up and walked into the room next to him. That was where he refined incense magic tools.
He planned to refine some ghost bags.
As for the consumption of incense, An Yanyuan didn't feel any heartache at all.
"What is taken from the people is used by the people."
This was what An Yuanyuan thought.
An Yuanyuan smiled." Speaking of which, the incense offerings have become more popular recently.”
He used a lot of incense, but the incense he absorbed every day only increased. An Yuanyuan knew why. The rate of incense offerings was high, and more and more people came to the temple to worship him and pay tribute. What he did was to maintain his own heart and do what he had to do. He did not deliberately satisfy anyone.
Soon after.
An Yanyuan raised his hand to condense incense and formed a seal.
Refining ghost bags was quite easy for him. He could make one in the blink of an eye, and it did not affect his important work for the day.
A dark yellow light flickered in the room, and the refreshing sandalwood fragrance quietly spread.
……
In the southeast corner of the Netherworld, the Baptismal Pool of the Netherworld.
Zhong Chengyi stood at the entrance of the pool. The messengers of death were waiting outside the door to enter and be baptized in the pool.
At this moment.
Zhong Chengyi was surrounded by many messengers of death.
When the messengers of death learned that a 'newcomer' had arrived, they came over to greet him. They learned that he was a ghost controller when he was alive, the guardian of the order of the Yang Realm, and after his death, he became the guardian of the order of the netherworld. This made many messengers of death have a good impression of Zhong Chengyi. At the same time, there were also messengers of death who came to ask about the 'ghost controller' to make it easier for them to patrol in the future.
"Next, seventeen." A messenger of death shouted at the door.
"It's my turn."
A messenger of death beside Kong Gongliang said with a smile. For the sake of a fair baptism, everyone drew lots and numbered. When the number was read, they entered the door and entered the pool for the baptism.
The messengers of death nodded.
At this moment, they saw a tall white figure walking over not far away.
"Lord Ah Bang." The messengers of death bowed.
Zhong Chengyi followed suit and bowed.
The bull nodded and looked at Zhong Chengyi, who was wearing a good official robe." Gong Liang and Lin Shu told you everything, right?"”
"He told me, and he also brought me to familiarize myself with the surroundings of my residence and the general layout of the netherworld.”
Hearing Zhong Chengyi's words, Ox Head nodded slightly.
He looked at the scene inside the door. There were messengers of death entering the pool in an orderly manner. The Sun Wandering God was watching by the pool, and then when it was about time, he let the messengers of death come out.
"You Guang hasn't entered the pool yet.”
Ox Head understood what was going on.
As the leaders, they did not enter the Baptismal Pool first. Instead, they let the others undergo the baptism first.
"Looks like I'll have to wait for a while.”Ox Head sighed. He really wanted to try the Nine Nether Baptismal Pool, but he did not care too much. He would be waiting for him eventually.
" I'll use this time to tell you about your arrangements…"
He looked at Zhong Chengyi.
Ghost energy spread out from his hand, and the rough appearance of Cang City appeared.
Immediately, he pointed out an area and drew a rough outline. This area was where Zhong Chengyi lived.
"You are in charge of this area." For the first time, a smile appeared on Ox Head's serious face. He smiled and said," Lord Shing Wong just instructed me to arrange for you to patrol during the day. This way, you can see your family in the dark from time to time and know their joys and sorrows.”
"It's a good thing."
Lin Shu spoke and expressed her opinion concisely.
The other messengers of death nodded. They all had smiles on their faces. It was a blessing to be able to watch their families grow after death.
"Thank you, Lord Shing Wong, thank you, Lord Ah Bang.”Zhong Chengyi was stunned at first. Then, he bowed to the depths of the underworld and thanked him. Then, he turned his head to thank him.
" No need to thank me. This is Lord Shing Wong's arrangement. It's a benefit for you after you die. In addition, you can protect your descendants for three generations. After three generations, you'll have to change places to patrol. In addition..."
the bull head said.
He explained some things about the messengers of death.
Becoming a messenger of death could accumulate merits and blessings for future generations. This kind of accumulation of merits and blessings was very mysterious. To exaggerate things, it meant that future generations would become lucky and win the lottery. It was a kind of power in the dark.
Of course, this was an exaggeration. Accumulating merits and blessings wouldn't show like this. Generally speaking, everything went smoothly and there were fewer disasters. It seemed like a small matter, but over time, it became very terrifying. This was what Zhong Chengyi had earned by doing merits all his life. After he died, he became a messenger of death. Being a messenger of death would accumulate blessings for future generations.
Zhong Chengyi listened very carefully and would ask one or two questions about the tour from time to time.
……
Unknowingly, two days had passed.
The morning light shone on the earth, coating it with a beautiful layer of light.
Shing Wong Yin Si.
"Chengyi, it's daytime." Lin Shu's cold voice came from outside the room.
Zhong Chengyi woke up from his cultivation.
He opened the door and walked out. Lin Shu's figure was standing at the door. For the past two days, Lin Shu had been patrolling with him in a team, allowing him to familiarize himself with the work of the messengers of death.
To be honest.
Even with two days as a buffer, Zhong Chengyi was still in a daze. He couldn't believe that his current situation was real and felt like a dream.
"Let's go."
Lin Shu said.
Then, he and Zhong Chengyi walked out of the underworld and appeared in the City God Temple.
It was the middle of the night, and the Shing Wong Temple was very quiet. Occasionally, the cries of wild cats could be heard from the courtyard.
A black umbrella appeared in Lin Shu's hand.
This umbrella was not used to block the sun. The sunlight did not harm them. The reason why they had this umbrella was to remind them that the messengers of death belonged to the netherworld and not the world of the living. Even during the day, they still belonged to the ghosts and gods of the netherworld and lived in the unknown darkness.
The umbrella opened.
He and Zhong Chengyi turned into black shadows and disappeared from the temple, heading into the distance.
Some time later, near the southern district of Cang City.
Zhong Chengyi was wearing a black official robe, and Lin Shu was beside him, holding a black umbrella to cover them. The two of them floated in this area, their eyes sweeping across any place that might be hiding ghosts.
"There's no movement from the Ghost Guide. There shouldn't be any malicious ghosts on this street.”
"We can't let our guard down. Patrol every place carefully. We can't miss a single malicious ghost.”
Hearing Lin Shu's words, Zhong Chengyi nodded.
Just as he was about to walk into the distance, a familiar shout suddenly came from a shop on the side of the street.
"Chengyi."
Zhong Chengyi stopped in his tracks and looked up at a middle-aged woman who was walking out of the bakery on his left…
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