Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1069 Loyalty

As a well-informed old man, Ji Fangyuan was not as impulsive as Ding Ermiao.

His fishing net also had the power to crush souls, but it failed to do so and left him alive instead.

A group of people returned the same way, and as the level under their feet rose, the light became brighter and brighter.

When we reached the mountain pass, we realized that it was already the morning when the sun was rising.

Wan Shugao almost collapsed from exhaustion. As soon as he came out of the canyon, he sat down on the ground and lay down with his back stretched out.Ding Ermiao kicked him several times but did not kick him up.

I had no choice but to rest on the spot.

Food and water have been exhausted, and everyone is empty.

Ding Ermiao ordered Hei Bai Wuchang and Riyou Yeyou to appear together, saying:
"As the saying goes, before the soldiers and horses have food and grass, they go first. This time I became the unlucky army marshal. Why didn't Pluto give me any food and grass? Tell me to drink from the northwest wind and go hungry to work for my life?"

Now the first thing to do is to solve the problem of food and drink, but after a night of fighting, Ding Ermiao was sleepy and tired, and was too lazy to go hunting, so he had to blackmail the six handsome men.

Hei Wuchang smiled and said: "Generalissimo, don't get angry, this food is easy to solve, just wait a moment."

After that, the black and white impermanence disappeared together into the wind.

Day Tour, Night Tour and the Niutou Old Ghost are still hiding on the side, obeying orders in front of the account.

Hearing that there was food, Wan Shugao regained half of his life. He sat up and turned around to look around and said, "Where in this barren mountain and wilderness can Black and White get food for us?"

"Within a hundred miles around, there must be Yin gods, earth city gods, mountain gods, etc. Most of these Yin gods enjoy worship from the people, and most of them are food and drink." Ji Fangyuan said.

"So that's it? I don't know if there is any wine. We have been fighting all night, so I would like to drink some wine to refresh myself." Wan Shugao's saliva started to come out again.

Ding Ermiao glared at Wan Shugao, turned to Ji Fangyuan and said, "Master Ji Jiu, let's release those ghost bandit prisoners first."

Ji Fangyuan nodded and spread the fishing net.

Fishing nets were spread on the ground, covering an area of ​​two feet.

The female ghost Chen Rong and a dozen Qingqing ghost generals were suddenly exposed to the sun. They couldn't help but panic and struggled.

But trapped in the fishing net, their struggles were in vain and they could not escape.After all, these ghost bandits had been injured in the previous fighting, so their resistance was seriously insufficient.

"Kill if you want. Why torture us and put us in the scorching sun?" The female ghost Chen Rong looked at Ding Ermiao and asked through gritted teeth.

Ding Ermiao was furious and shouted: "How dare you still be so arrogant? Believe it or not, I will use the three flavors of real fire to roast you again?!"

Ji Fangyuan was startled and said hurriedly: "No, no, no, no, my fishing net is impervious to water and fire, but it cannot withstand the real fire of the three flavors."

"Master Ji Jiu, I just want to scare them, why don't you know how to cooperate?" Ding Ermiao smiled bitterly and said: "To be honest, I don't have the energy to deal with them now. I have to wait until I have something to eat and drink." .”

The ghost bandits were caught in fishing nets, unable to escape and shivering under the scorching sun.The female ghost Chen Rong seems to be very aggressive and abuses her endlessly.

"Master Ji Jiu, please put away this chirping female ghost first. Noisy people will not be clean." Ding Ermiao said.

Ji Fangyuan nodded, made a finger, and recited a few spells.I saw Chen Rong's ghostly figure slowly moving along the outline of the fishing net and getting into the paper charm in Ji Fangyuan's hand.

"Listen, you ghost bandits, I am the bandit marshal of Pluto, do you all know that?" Ding Ermiao looked at the remaining Qingqing ghost general in the fishing net and asked.

The ghost bandits looked at each other and finally nodded together.

"Since you are the bandit marshal, you should know that I can let you die, or I can... let you be reincarnated as a human being."

Ding Ermiao sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "If you are willing to cooperate with me, there will be benefits for you, do you understand?"

The ghost bandits remained silent, as if they did not want to betray King Qilicha.

"Very good, very good, very dignified." Ding Ermiao was angry but smiled broadly.

He stood up and walked forward, opened the fishing net, grabbed a green-shooting ghost from inside, and put a piece of paper talisman inside.

Then, Ding Ermiao took out another fire dragon talisman, put the two paper talismans together, shook them in the wind, turned into a ball of flame and threw them on the ground.

"what……!"

The shrill screams of ghosts can make people's scalp numb.

The remaining ghost bandits in the fishing net were all like chaff, huddled together.However, no one asked for mercy.

Two minutes later, the flames gradually extinguished, and a dark ghost figure sat on the ground, dazed.

"Are you going to tell me? If you don't tell me, there will be something worse to deal with you." Ding Ermiao asked calmly.

But the Qing Qing ghost general on the ground shook his head with difficulty and refused to speak.

Ding Ermiao felt depressed looking at these guys who refused to obey San Zhen Jiu Lie.

From this point of view, King Qilicha can be regarded as well-organized, and his men are all loyal soldiers.

"Old Niu-headed ghost, do you have any good means to make these ghost bandits talk?" Ding Ermiao asked.

The voice of the bull head came from the grass beside him, saying: "Generalissimo, this is the world of the sun, and we can't torture them unless we take them to the underworld..."

"It's so troublesome. It's time-consuming to come and go." Ding Ermiao waved his hand and was about to think of another solution when he saw the sound of the wind and the black and white impermanence returned.

Behind Black and White Wuchang, there was a gentle man, wearing a Ming Dynasty gown, about 30 years old, with a mustache.

Behind the man were two little ghosts, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old.The two little guys were holding trays in their hands, which contained a big pig's head, roast chicken, white wine and other items.

The aroma penetrated into the nose, and Ding Ermiao's index finger moved.

"General Marshal, this is Deng Jiaming, the land lord of Heizhugou. He has brought food and grass to everyone." Hei Wuchang pointed at the gentle man and said.

Before Ding Ermiao could speak, the gentle man had already stepped forward, clasped his fists and saluted, and said: "The little god Deng Jiaming has met the Generalissimo. Please forgive me for being late for the reception."

"You are indeed too late. You should have shown up yesterday to lead us." Ding Ermiao said loudly without getting up.

"The generalissimo doesn't know that Deng Jiaming was later granted the title of Land Lord, but the Heizhugou area is under the influence of King Qilicha, so Deng Jiaming doesn't dare to be here."

Hei Wuchang quickly explained and said:
"It is said to be the land here, but Deng Jiaming has always lived in the Tutu Temple in Linxian County. He also borrowed these foods from the Tutu Master in Linxian County."

"So that's it, well, I'll spare you the crime of being late in the reception." Ding Ermiao waved his hand, and told the two little devils to bring up the tray.

If you are unbearably hungry, it is important to fill your stomach first.

Deng Jiaming breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you so much, Generalissimo. I wish you the best to wipe out the ghost bandits as soon as possible, so that the little god can move to Heizhugou and find a place to establish himself."

(The third update is completed today, thank you.)
　I recommend a wonderful supernatural novel "The Infernal Patrol", with more than 100 million words, which is quite fat.

　　


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