deceitful cultivator

Chapter 68: The Jailor Who Shouldn't Appear

Ren Qing smiled awkwardly.

Only then did he learn from Mu Yi that the main reason why it took more than [-] days was that Lin Cheng was seriously injured and hadn't confirmed his reserve quota until now.

"There are four people in the reserve this time. After you are promoted to the Ghost Envoy Realm, you will become an official jailer after one year."

Mu Yi took out this booklet and asked: "You tell me your major in spells. If something related to strange objects occurs, the prison hall will send them there according to the spells."

Ren Qing said without hesitation: "I major in Wumu method, and my realm is half-corpse state with double pupils."

Usually, for similar tasks, there are at least two or three guards and reserves, and the auxiliary ability of the double pupil is the most suitable for soy sauce.

"kindness?"

Mu Yi was stunned for a while.

The Wumu method is not a rare technique in the prison hall, after all, it has been spread inexplicably as early as a few years ago.

But it was the first time hearing about double pupils, so she couldn't help but be a little curious.

"What is the specific ability of the double-pupil person?"

Ren Qing only said that his eyes could see more details.

But the separation of mind and soul, which was gradually developed, was deliberately concealed.

Mu Yi didn't feel strange when he heard about it, even when he recorded it, he only briefly described the person with double pupils.

It can be seen from Ren Qing's performance in the restricted zone that it won't take too long for the other party to be promoted to the Ghost Envoy Realm, so it's better to sell face.

"Actually, there are some monks living in the prison hall to facilitate the acquisition of resources."

Ren Qing couldn't help asking: "Is there a market for trading in the Jail Hall?"

"There's a place called a ghost market, but it's only open on the fifteenth of every month."

Ren Qing quickly thanked her.

I heard Mu Yi say again: "I don't know if Elder Song has mentioned the secret pavilion to you, there are those who are promoted to the ghost envoy realm..."

Before Mu Yi finished speaking, he suddenly turned into debris and disappeared, it turned out to be just a puppet born by magic.

After thinking about it for a while, Ren Qing decided to go to the secret pavilion before being promoted, but let's talk about the outside world first.

He was mainly hesitating whether to move out of the Huogongtang, and he simply checked whether there was a suitable courtyard in the city.

But before Ren Qing could make a choice, Zhao Shuli, who learned the news, was even more anxious than him.

When Zhao Shuli heard that Ren Qing had become a reserve, he felt incredible at first.

He had indeed been in contact with Ren Qing a few times, and he only felt that Ren Qing was more alert. Could it be possible that he had already mastered the magic technique?
Immediately, Zhao Shuli realized that this was a great opportunity.

If Ren Qing can be kept, even if it is only a false job, he will have something to rely on in case of trouble.

Zhao Shuli secretly came to the Huogongtang, and the two quickly reached a consensus.

Ren Qing usually doesn't need to pay attention to the affairs of the Firework Hall.

Even if Secretary Zhao wanted something from him, his duty was only to confirm the situation to avoid causing a large number of casualties among the government officials.

Ren Qing's salary has naturally increased a lot, so why not do it.

In this way, he changed from a hands-off shopkeeper in secret to a hands-off shopkeeper in the open, and Bofeng called him a good guy.

The Blood Dog Gang may have heard about it, and since then, they have been sending the eyes of livestock to the Yamen.

On the surface, Ren Qing accepted all of them with a smile, but in fact, he has already begun to consider whether to cut off the stewed boiled business completely.

Fighting between gangs intensifies.

There are more than a dozen corpses in the west of the city every day, and even monks from the martial arts realm are mixed in, which shows that the situation is a little out of control.

Ren Qing did not intend to intervene in it.

He just wanted to be promoted to the Ghost Envoy Realm as soon as possible, and before he knew it, the accumulated lifespan had already exceeded ten years.

It seems that this trip to the Secret Pavilion is unavoidable.

Even if you use information flow to force promotion, you should go if you are emotional and reasonable.

At least you can avoid detours.

Ren Qing took out the bone spoon from the strange stomach late at night.

He put on a rain-proof coir raincoat and a hat, and covered his face with a black cloth.

Immediately Ren Qing cut the palm of his hand, and the bone spoon greedily absorbed the blood, becoming as moist as jade.

The ten breaths were fleeting, and the bone spoon turned into blood-red powder.

Ren Qing followed what Song Zongwu said, dipped some blood powder on his fingertips, and then drew a doorway shape on the wall of the wing room.

The smell of blood permeates.

The bricks in the doorway gradually turned into rotting flesh, giving the impression that it was cobbled together from scraps of flesh.

After a long time, the flesh and blood portal turned into ordinary wood.

But Ren Qing always felt that the original wooden door lines became more and more distorted, some of them looked like distorted and deformed human faces.

He made up his mind and stepped forward, but his eyes were once again plunged into boundless darkness.

This time, Ren Qing found the tunnel leading to the Jail Hall with ease, and landed on the ground after a short period of weightlessness.

He couldn't help but look around, and quickly figured out where it was in the pouring rain of blood. In fact, it was still at the junction of the ribs and the stomach wall.

Ren Qing knocked off a bone spoon and put it into the different stomach, then went down along the ribs.

It may be because the selection of reserve service is over, and there are more people in the prison hall.

On the road, Ren Qing met several strange jailers.

There is even a mouth with mosquito-like mouthparts on its face, which is constantly sucking the blood gushing out from the stomach wall.

Ren Qing didn't have much contact, but followed Song Zong Wuhua's route and headed towards the northwest corner of the Jail Hall.

He wasn't worried about getting lost in the jailer's hall.

The Secret Pavilion is relatively easy to find. After all, it looks like a five-story pagoda hanging upside down, and it is the tallest building in the Jail Hall.

It's a pity that the ghost market is still half a month away from opening, otherwise I can see it along the way.

When Ren Qing was far away from the ribs, the number of people who could meet the jailer gradually became rare.

In fact, most of the jailers live outside, and since the area of ​​Abi Hell is relatively vast, there are not many areas really divided by the jailers.

Ren Qing was not in a hurry to reach the secret pavilion, and focused on training himself.

The pig's eyes were devoured one after another, and the longevity steadily increased.

When Ren Qing could vaguely see the tower through the mist, he hurriedly quickened his pace.

Half an hour later, a quaint black tower appeared in his eyes.

The high tower is big and small, like a funnel standing on the hill, which looks extremely strange.

Ren Qing came to the front of the pagoda, pushed open the half-hidden door with light force, and heavy dust rushed towards his face.

There are eight bookshelves on the first floor, and there are spider webs everywhere in the corners. It can be seen that there are not many jailers on weekdays.

Ren Qing choked on the dust and couldn't help coughing a few times.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

After a jailer found the stranger, he hurried to the outside of the secret pavilion.

Ren Qing glanced subconsciously, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

The land is completely invisible, and the traces of animalization on his body are more obvious. He is covered with thick scales, which can only be vaguely recognized by his eyebrows.

"Ahem, cough, do we know each other?"

The hoarse voice of the earth sounded.

"Senior, I don't know."

Ren Qing replied blankly, scanning the ground out of the corner of his eye, he always felt that he was a little different from the jailer he had come into contact with.

The two passed each other, and the land disappeared in the rain of blood.

　[No surprises, promotion tomorrow! 】

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