"Sign in successful."
[Sign in. Obtained: 10 Little Ghost Divine Pills.]
Hearing this daily check-in reward, An Shiyuan was stunned." A new reward?”
Ever since he woke up, he would sign in every day, and the reward was different every time. However, the difference referred to the amount, but the reward was always merit and Joss Flames cultivation. For example, ten merit points/ten days of cultivation, one merit point/one day of cultivation…
It could be said that it was like rolling a dice. The number of points rolled would increase a few merit points/days of cultivation.
Why did it suddenly change today?
This change surprised An Yuanyuan.
"Pills for ghosts and deities? Xi 'er and the messengers of death can use it?" Looking at the introduction of the reward, he understood what kind of pill it was.
To put it simply, it was a pill that could increase the cultivation of ghosts and gods.
He could eat it himself. After all, the Shing Wong was a great god of the Netherworld. He was a ghost god, but he was a ghost god of a very high level.
An Shiyuan looked at a small bottle of pills that appeared in his hand.
"Why didn't the introduction say how much cultivation it would increase?”
He poured out a transparent blue pill from the small bottle. It seemed to be refined from the soul and emitted wisps of Yin spirit and ghost qi.
gurgle ~
An Yanyuan swallowed the pill.
He quietly sensed the changes in his body. A few seconds later, a pained expression appeared on his face.
…It's just for ghosts and deities that aren't even of the sixth rank. I'm already of the sixth rank. It's such a waste.
The amount of increase in his cultivation after eating this pill was not as much as the increase in his cultivation after meditating for a few cycles. This pill was most suitable for ghosts and gods who were not ranked.
"I wasted one." An Yuanyuan smiled bitterly.
In the next moment, he realized that the introduction had something else to it. In fact, it wrote about the increase in cultivation. It mentioned an ancient sentence,'The person who is the most suitable for the medicine will have to pay for the rest.' This had already mentioned that the consumption was the lowest level of ghosts and gods, which meant that it was most suitable for ghosts and gods who did not enter the grade. Other consumption was a waste, so he accidentally missed it.
This discovery made him smile bitterly.
"A mistake I shouldn't have made." An Yuanyuan sighed.
Although he was a Shing Wong, he was a human in his previous life. He knew that he would make mistakes. He was a Shing Wong, so he had to deal with many things. Therefore, he had always tried his best to avoid making mistakes and think twice before acting. However, a person could not be perfect for life. He still made mistakes. This was the case.
This mistake could be big or small.
In An Yanyuan's eyes, this was a huge waste. One more pill would increase the cultivation of one more Messenger of Death.
"Be careful in the future."
he muttered.
Then, he looked at the bottle of pills and thought about how to deal with it.
Ten, no, nine medicinal pills. The amount of these medicinal pills could not satisfy the messenger of death's consumption, so how should they be divided?
A few seconds later, a smile appeared on An Yanyuan's face.
He thought of a way.
Then, he raised his hand and summoned a piece of paper and a brush. The brush fell and ink came out. He wrote some words on the paper. At the beginning, he wrote the words 'Ranking of Death Messengers.'
After writing.
An Yanyuan put away his brush and picked up the paper with both hands. He couldn't help but smile and nod as he read the contents of the paper. The next moment, he called out to the messenger of death," Someone come."”
Buzz!
There were black ripples in the temple behind him. A messenger of death dressed in official robes walked out from within. He walked three steps behind An Yuyuan and bowed respectfully.
This messenger of death had a well-proportioned figure, a long face, and his body emitted an ice-cold ghostly aura.
Looking at the messenger of death, An Yanyuan smiled." Liu Zong, take this down."”
"Yes."
Liu Zong received the paper with both hands and looked at it.
After taking a few glances, his expression was one of shock, surprise, and curiosity…
The content of the paper was about a small competition between the messengers of death. Rather than calling it a competition, it was more like a small reward for the messengers of death.
The Ranking of Death Messengers. In the next week, the number of death messengers who killed and captured malicious ghosts, as well as the various incidents they dealt with, would be calculated and ranked. Ah Bang, You Guang, and the others would be the supervisors. They would then select some people from their respective groups and select nine death messengers to be rewarded with the Little Ghost Divine Pill.
The specific criteria for this selection were not detailed. There were considerations for fairness, as well as some special factors to consider. For example, malicious ghosts could not be caught as and when they wanted. There were very few of them in the territory under his jurisdiction. This was unfair to the messengers of death patrolling in different areas. It could not be used as a standard. There needed to be some sub-criteria.
"This…"
Liu Zong was stunned. He looked at Lord Shing Wong and saw Lord Shing Wong smiling at him. He said," Go and inform the others. We have to have some small activities occasionally."”
"Yes, my lord." Hearing this, Liu Zong did not hesitate to turn around and enter the underworld.
……
When they entered the tent.
The Shing Wong Temple was quietly located at the edge of Mulou Village.
Phew...
The autumn wind blew, and the withered branches and treetops swayed in the wind. In the distance, there were six different black shadows flying towards the Shing Wong Temple from three different directions.
After a while, the black shadow landed on the ground and emitted a cold ghost mist. Six black-robed messengers of death appeared.
The three of them were orthodox messengers of death, while the other three were little ghosts.
"You guys are back too." A quiet voice echoed.
Zhong Chengyi looked at his other two colleagues. The dignified face that he had gradually developed recently disappeared and revealed a smile.
These two messengers of death who had returned at the same time as him were Kong Gongliang and Lin Shu, the messengers of death who had led him into the Shing Wong Underworld.
"The three of us came back together. What a coincidence. This is a good sign. As the saying goes, no coincidence makes a story…"
Zhong Chengyi shook his head helplessly as he listened to Kong Gongliang's vivid narration of his metaphysics.
He had been in the Underworld for some time now.
During this period of time, he had made many friends. Among them, he had the best relationship with Kong Gongliang and Lin Shu. This might have something to do with them being his messengers of death. As he became familiar with them, he gradually knew what kind of person Kong Gongliang was and knew some stories.
Each messenger of death had a different personality and had their own experiences when they were alive.
In Zhong Chengyi's eyes, these stories were gorgeous and rich, each with their own colors.
Their experiences in life might seem like a short story to many people.
However, Zhong Chengyi didn't think so. He felt that these were 'paintings' of unparalleled value. Although they didn't leave any traces in the long river of time, there were also stories that belonged to them. They were the unique life experiences of the messengers of death. Every messenger of death had a different personality and had different experiences. From there, they drew and wrote their own stories.
Kong Gongliang is kind-hearted and believes in metaphysics.
He was raised by a blind fortune-teller and was an orphan himself. Since he was young, he often followed his 'father' on the streets and alleys. Over time, he became tactful and kind. After following his father for a long time, he liked to do things and find mystical numbers, such as the Six Directions and Nine Nine to One...
The reason why he could become a messenger of death was related to what his father had said.
When Kong Gongliang was still young, he slowly became sensible and no longer ignorant. There was once when he got into a fight with someone. After that, his father told him," Gongliang, do you know why I raised you?”
Kong Gongliang didn't know how to answer this question. He just blew his nose, which was about to flow out because he was not wearing enough clothes and was blown too much by the cold wind, and looked at his father curiously.
Kong Gongliang remembered very clearly that day when his father patted his head and smiled.
" Because of your voice and my touch of your facial features, this is the sign of success. You will definitely have a promising future. However, your good fortune depends on the situation. You have to do more good deeds. You can't bully others and treat others well. Only then will your path be smooth. You will have good fortune to accompany you in life and death.”
When he said that.
There was a glow above his father's head. It was the light of dawn. Two magpies landed on his father's messy head.
The impact of such a scene, coupled with his father's metaphysics, had a huge impact on Kong Gongliang's childhood. He had always remembered his father's words. He had followed his father's words all his life. He had also followed his father to the streets and alleys to read fortunes. He had traveled to many places and done many good deeds...
Zhong Chengyi was stunned when he heard Kong Gongliang's description.
At that time, he finally understood why Kong Gongliang would often smile at people and why he would occasionally like to talk about ancient metaphysics. He had learned it from his father.
It sounded like something that only existed in novels and was unrealistic, but sometimes, people could really change their lives because of a sentence. Such things were not unheard of.
At the same time.
Zhong Chengyi was also puzzled. Kong Gongliang's father was a living immortal?
'Blessed company in life and death.'
Zhong Chengyi voiced his thoughts on the spot. Kong Gongliang shook his head after hearing it." I don't know either. Father's words only came true halfway. I didn't have much potential when I was alive and had always been ordinary. However, after I died, I became a messenger of death. This came true. I actually don't think my father is a living immortal. In fact, before you came, I had already asked Lord Shing Wong about this.
At that time, Daren smiled and told me that there were no immortals in the world, but your father was. He was an immortal that belonged to you.”
Hearing this answer, Zhong Chengyi was stunned on the spot.
Ask Lord Shing Wong?
After that.
Every time Zhong Chengyi heard Kong Gongliang talk about metaphysics, he felt both amused and helpless.
"Speaking of which, what do you think of Cheng Yi bringing the little ghost messengers out for a tour?”Kong Gongliang said with a smile as he walked into the netherworld after explaining his metaphysics analysis.
Zhong Chengyi's face was filled with confidence.
"It's already handy."
There was pride in his voice, and it carried the elegance of a ghost general.
After he became a messenger of death, he had been learning from Kong Gongliang, Lin Shu, and the others. In the past three days, he had graduated from his apprenticeship. He brought a little ghost messenger of death to form a patrol team to patrol the area under his jurisdiction.
Seeing this, Kong Gongliang laughed." Alright.”
He liked this kind of situation. This kind of Zhong Chengyi also hoped to have more and more messengers of death as his colleagues. This was the happiest thing for him.
A smile appeared on Lin Shu's cold face.
At this moment.
They looked around in surprise.
In the Messenger of Death's Residence, Lin Shu and the other two realized that their colleagues were much more active than usual, and they were communicating with each other.
"Gong Liang, you guys are back." Liu Zongzheng was conversing with several of his fellow messengers of death, preparing to go on a night patrol with his saber in hand. When he walked over, he saw Zhong Chengyi and the other two and greeted them with a smile.
"Yeah, why is everyone so active all of a sudden? Did something happen?”
Kong Gongliang asked.
"It's a good thing." A slightly plump messenger of death who followed Liu Zong out laughed.
He looked at Liu Zong." Liu Zong posted an announcement today. It was made by Lord Shing Wong. It's over there. You'll know when you see it."”
After saying that.
They said that they were leaving to go on duty and walked out of the underworld.
"You guys go ahead." Zhong Chengyi and the other two nodded with a smile. As messengers of death, their duty was to patrol and guard the peace of their territory. It was now the time for the day and night patrols. It was enough for Liu Zong and the others to say hello. If they continued to chat, they would miss the time. If something happened, it would not be good. Not to mention the Shing Wong's blame, they would have to go and beg for forgiveness.
After that.
The three of them walked in the direction pointed out by their colleague and saw the announcement of the 'Minor Ranking of Death Missionaries' competition.
"Look, look, I was right. It's a good sign that we came back together.”
Kong Gongliang smiled as he looked at the two people beside him.
"Everyone is eager to try." Zhong Chengyi looked at some of his colleagues who were preparing to go to the square to train. It was obvious that they were planning to cultivate the body of a ghost and god to increase the possibility of him winning the award.
"Let's go to the square too."
It was rare for Lin Shu to open his mouth and say this.
"Yes." Zhong Chengyi nodded. His eyes flickered as he swept his gaze across the depths of the underworld. There was anticipation in his eyes.
He also wanted to obtain the Little Ghost Divine Pill!
The announcement had already mentioned that it was a product of Lord Shing Wong. When he thought about how this small pill was taken out by 'him', how could he not want it? When he was young, he had watched many Wuxia and Xianxia novels. His understanding of pills was that they were the stuff of gods. Once he ate them, he would be able to break through.
On the square.
The messengers of death worked hard, training, sparring…
Zhong Chengyi suggested that the three of them fight each other to improve their actual combat strength. The assessment standard was not set, but all the messengers of death, including them, knew that the most important thing in this competition was to do their best, and the most important thing was strength.
He was strong and efficient, so many things went up.
An hour later.
Zhong Chengyi collapsed on the ground, panting heavily. More than half of the ghost energy in his body had been consumed.
"It seems that everyone is risking their lives to obtain Daren's reward.”Suddenly, a deep voice with a hint of laughter sounded.
Instantly, Zhong Chengyi looked in the direction of the voice.
Two figures with different figures walked over. One was white and the other was black. As they walked, the surroundings were cold. A wisp of aura that inadvertently spread out made people feel afraid and their bodies trembled.
"Greetings, Chief Bai, Chief Hei."
The messengers of death on the square bowed to the two figures.
Zhong Chengyi also stood up and cupped his fists respectfully. Then, he raised his head and looked at the two people walking over. His eyes were throbbing.
…Black and White Ghosts!
This was not the first time he had seen the Black and White Ghosts. He had seen them three times, and this was the fourth time. However, his heart could not calm down every time he saw him.
This was the legendary Black and White Soulbringer.
The messengers of death didn't address them as 'Lord White' or 'Lord Black', not because they were superior or inferior, but because they respected and respected the two ghosts and deities.
White Impermanence stuck out his tongue and smiled at everyone." Don't worry about us. Do what you have to do."”
"Hehe."
The Black Impermanence laughed strangely and said in a special, gloomy voice," You guys continue with your work. Don't worry about us. We're here to... Well, according to the new term that the lord said, we're here to perform.”
As he spoke, he casually sat on the rock beside him and sat on the ground.
Hearing this, the messengers of death looked at each other.
"So fast?"
They thought that the selection would only begin tomorrow.
Whoosh--
Black Impermanence put aside the chains he was carrying. It was time to put them down after a day. Then, he looked at the messengers of death." The Lord asked us to decide on the nine messengers of death. Since we are going to be assessed, we will naturally be assessed on your style. We can't just put on a show at the last minute, so we will be assessed. Now, we will observe and assess you and record your style.”
His voice echoed faintly…
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