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Chapter 64 Promotion

Chapter 64 Promotion ( chapters, please subscribe)

After Wang Wen watched Zhao Zhiling leave, he turned around and called Xu Ergou.

Xu Ergou, dressed in his official uniform, rushed over with a knife in hand: "Brother, what's going on?"

Wang Wen: "Go to the docks and call the brothers. Spread the rumor that the evil spirit in the government office will burst out of its den tonight and start a killing spree... Act quickly. I want all of Yangzhou in a state of panic before noon."

Xu Ergou thought for a moment and asked doubtfully, "Brother, what have you and Lord Zhao decided to do?"

There was nothing to hide about this matter, so Wang Wen immediately told Xu Ergou the countermeasures he and Zhao Zhiling had discussed.

After hearing this, Xu Ergou immediately understood Wang Wen's intention in asking him to spread the rumor. He said regretfully, "It's a pity that the Beggars' Sect is gone. Otherwise, with a little money, we could have done a great job..."

Wang Wen patted his shoulder and said, "So, I'll only feel at ease if you personally handle this matter."

Xu Ergou beamed and patted his chest, "Leave it to me. I guarantee you'll hear this rumor before noon even when you're buying a pancake on the roadside... But, brother, a rumor alone won't scare these people away!"

Wang Wen looked at him curiously: "Do you have any good ideas?"

Xu Ergou: "Look, can we have the government issue a notice and post it all over the city, recruiting extraordinary people to work together to deal with this evil spirit..."

"Two-pronged approach?"

Wang Wen's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands, saying, "What a good idea! I've always known that you have a smart mind and will definitely achieve great things in the future!"

Xu Ergou grew even more confident at his praise. "The best thing is, we can mobilize our own brothers, line up, drag their families, and push wheelbarrows out of the city... With all three of these combined, plus the opera troupes at the temple fair outside, we'll have everything we need. I guarantee everyone in the city will grab their valuables and flee the city overnight. They won't be able to stop us!"

"Good good..."

This idea hit Wang Wen's heart. He patted Xu Ergou's shoulder with praise and said, "Just go for it. If you get it done, I'll guarantee you a position as Lingtailang. If Zhao dares to refuse, I'll definitely have a fight with him!"

Xu Ergou was overjoyed: "You said it, you can't go back on your word!"

Wang Wen patted his chest and said, "A grown man, a word of spit is a nail!"

"Okay, just wait and see!"

Xu Ergou clasped his fists and said, "You've already set up the stage for me. If I can't get everyone out of the city before sunset, then I, Xu Ergou, am useless..."

Wang Wen nodded. "Think of a way. It's best to move everyone to the Qiling Temple. Although there aren't many monks there, at least our ancestors were wealthy. If anything unexpected happens, the Buddha can still stop them..."

Xu Ergou made a funny expression and nodded heavily, "I understand."

After saying this, he hurried away with a brisk pace, holding the knife.

And Wang Wen took one last look back at the shimmering blood behind him, then turned around and hurried to the Qinghe Gang's headquarters at Guangji Bridge... In order to hold a temple fair, Huang Laodeng had to be asked to personally organize various merchants.

……

There is no need to say too much between father and son.

Wang Wen simply gave Huang Xingde a rough outline of the situation at the government office. Huang Xingde agreed without a second thought, allowing him to focus on his own important matters. He promised to organize a lively temple fair at Qiling Temple before nightfall and to prepare enough food to feed a population of 100,000 people for a day...

Wang Wen was of course relieved to leave the matter to Huang Xingde, more relieved than if he had done it himself.

He returned to his bedroom with his rifle and went over everything from beginning to end. After confirming that he had done his best and that nothing was missed, the lingering sticky and disgusting feeling in his heart finally dissipated a lot.

He raised his head, his eyes dim as he murmured softly into the void: "I'm sorry, uncle couldn't rescue you earlier..."

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, he was careless and indifferent to many people and many things.

To say that he doesn't care about the outcome at all might not be quite right.

But compared to the results, he now values the process more.

As long as he has done it, no matter what the result is, he can accept it calmly...

In other words, in the Great Zhou, there were not many people he could not afford to lose, nor were there many things he could not get over.

This is how gangs used to be.

The same thing happened later when I was in the officialdom.

Until last night when he saw those white porcelain dolls clearly...

For a moment, he suddenly hated himself for being so careless and indifferent.

If he had been more focused and serious, would he have been able to find the altar earlier?
Can...you save lots and lots of children?
He knew that it was none of his business.

Nor should he condemn himself for the sins committed by others.

This is wrong, it is moral kidnapping!
But every time he couldn't help but think of those white porcelain dolls, he couldn't help but think...

Why don't you pay attention?
Why don't you take it more seriously?
This feeling is not very pleasant.

After sitting quietly for a long time, Wang Wencai managed to calm down and called out the Yinchaling to prepare for tonight's battle.

【Yin Cha Ling (+)】

[Achievements: 15]

[Yin De: 520]

【Yin God: (empty) (+)】

[Hundred Schools: Black Tiger Fist (Perfection), Six Harmonies Spear (Mastery), Iron Shirt (Triple), Palm Thunder (Triple), Blue Wave Ninefold Wave (Second)]

He stared at the Yinchaling for a few seconds, and without much thought, he used his mind to press the "+" sign behind "Yinchaling".

Compared to the "Yin Shen" whose function is still unknown, upgrading the Yin Cha Ling is obviously a higher priority... Although he is not quite sure how to upgrade the Yin Cha Ling.

There was a flash of soft golden light, and the words on the Yinchaling blurred for a moment and then reappeared.

[Yin Bu Warrant]

[Achievements: 15]

[Yin De: 420]

【Yin God: (empty) (+)】

[Yin Account: (Yin Cha 1), (Yin Cha 2), (Yin Cha 3)… (Yin Cha 10)]

[Hundred Schools: Black Tiger Fist (Perfection), Six Harmonies Spear (Mastery), Iron Shirt (Triple), Palm Thunder (Triple), Blue Wave Ninefold Wave (Second)]

"Upgrade means promotion?"

Wang Wen was stunned for a second, then gradually began to understand everything: "Oh, so the upgrade of the Yinchaling means a promotion..."

"wrong!"

He suddenly realized what was happening and thought to himself in disbelief: "Is the underworld really that advanced? Promotion is such a big deal, but there's no need to go through the formalities or consider social etiquette? As long as you have enough merits, you can get promoted directly?"

He thought about it and gradually began to understand everything: "That's right, Steve Jobs is gone. Maybe when the boss is still using the iPhone 10, the boss is already using the iPhone 20. It's only natural that they are more advanced and developed than the boss."

"So..."

He finally discovered his blind spot and exclaimed in surprise, "As long as I have enough merits, can't I also become the King of Hell?"

When he thought of this, he could no longer sit still. He stood up and paced back and forth in the room with a mixture of surprise and worry. He racked his brains for a long time, but still couldn't figure out whether he would self-destruct if he did this... I hope that the King of Hell would not fail to succeed, but instead attract a hundred thousand ghost soldiers and generals to capture him, a crazy robber of the ghost messenger, and throw him into the eighteen levels of hell, where he would never be reborn.

Unable to figure it out, he finally sealed all the doors and windows, took out Chen Sandao's spirit tablet from the drawer and placed it on the table, then gently tapped the tablet with his fingers: "Sandao, get up!"

Chen Sandao's yawning complaints echoed in the room: "Brother, I just fell asleep..."

Wang Wen said impatiently, "It's cloudy outside, and the doors and windows are all sealed. Come out and talk!"

A puff of smoke rose from the spirit tablet. Chen Sandao carefully poked his head out from the tablet, looked around, and then said, "Brother, what's going on?"

Wang Wen: "Let you come out and speak!"

Chen Sandao: "Okay, okay..."

He yawned helplessly as he climbed out of the shrine and floated in front of Wang Wen: "Brother, what's going on?"

Wang Wen: "I want to do something, please kneel down and listen to me..."

Chen Sandao: ???
"Shit, I've only ever heard of the living kneeling before the dead, but this is the first time I've seen the dead kneel before the living!"

He muttered and complained, but knelt obediently in front of Wang Wen.

Wang Wen ignored him and summoned the Yin Bu Ling, fiddling with it for a long time. He talked to himself and wrote on it with his mind, but the Yin Bu Ling had no effect...

He studied it for a long time, then tentatively asked uncertainly, "Chen Sandao, are you willing to serve as a ghost messenger for this ghost buster?"

Chen Sandao looked up at him in bewilderment: "Huh?" Wang Wen: "Huh what? I'm asking you a question... Chen Sandao, are you willing to be a ghost messenger under my command?"

Chen Sandao was full of doubts, but facing his elder brother's fierce glare that was bigger than a bull's, he could only suppress his doubts and said in a confused manner, "I am willing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Wen clearly saw the Yin General Order in his field of vision emitting a dark golden light, which penetrated into Chen Sandao's eyebrows at lightning speed.

At the same time, the red words "-20" flashed behind the Yin De column.

And at the moment when this dark golden light shot into Chen Sandao's brow, a black gas suddenly surged out of Chen Sandao's body, wrapping him up in an instant. Amidst his surprised and doubtful voice, his translucent body quickly became solid, and at the same time, the black shroud on his body slowly transformed into a set of...straight suits.

"Police uniform?"

Wang Wen was so shocked that he lost his voice. A doubtful thought flashed through his mind: "Shouldn't a Yincha wear a black police uniform, a black sheathed sword hanging from his waist, a black mouth and a black face, with a big "Cha" character on his forehead?"

As soon as the doubtful thought flashed through his mind, the police uniform on Chen Sandao's body, which was almost formed, immediately turned into black mist again, and then condensed into a black constable uniform with a left lapel, and a large machete with a red silk and black sheath appeared on his waist.

'What the hell? '

Wang Wen was so shocked that he was speechless: "Is it so smart?"

It was also at this time that he suddenly realized that his Yin Chai Ling... was now a Yin Bu Ling, but the style was very simple, and the content was actually very modern.

The clear columns, punctuation marks, and Arabic numerals such as 12345.

All of them are incompatible with the Great Zhou!

His brainstorming instantly connected the universe to the multiverse, and then jumped to the three thousand worlds...

Chen Sandao, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his hands in shock and looked left and right: "This...you...me...Brother, why didn't you tell me earlier that you had such connections down there!"

Wang Wen struggled to suppress his scattered thoughts and looked carefully at the greatly changed Chen Sandao in front of him: black clothes and black knife, black mouth and black face, and a big "bad" on his forehead.

More importantly, this guy's figure has become so solid that it seems to have a physical body. Except for the fact that he has no shadow, he is just like a living person!
He asked with concern, "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine!"

Chen Sandao jumped up, his face beaming with joy as he drew the black knife from his waist. He gestured wildly and said, "I feel like I can beat ten of my previous selves now. And for some reason, a set of skills called 'Qi Yin Jue' has appeared in my head..."

"Ten?"

Wang Wen didn't listen to the rest of his words, and nodded, "Then hold on, I'll give it a try!"

Chen Sandao turned around in confusion: "Huh?"

"Boom."

Wang Wen suddenly threw a punch, hitting Chen Sandao in the chest.

Chen Sandao took three steps back and sat down on the ground.

But there was no sign of anger on his face. Instead, he jumped up excitedly and asked, "Brother, how much strength did you use?"

Wang Wen: "I was afraid of killing you, so I only used 20% of my hidden strength."

Chen Sandao held his head high and patted his chest: "Let's try changing it to 50%. I think I can withstand 50% of the force!"

Wang Wen: “Really?”

Chen Sandao: "Come...ah..."

He flew backwards on the spot and flew straight through the wall and out of the house.

Wang Wen exclaimed, "Oh my god!" and was about to catch up to him when he saw the black fellow bursting through the wall again. He said in surprise, "Brother, look! I'm not afraid of the sun anymore!"

Wang Wen quickly tightened his expression and said, "You're already a legitimate official in the underworld. It's normal for you to not be afraid of the sun... By the way, do you have the Underworld Messenger Order?"

"A ghost order?"

Chen Sandao subconsciously felt around his body and actually took out a black token with an ancient style from his waist.

He took it in his hand, glanced at it, and then handed it to Wang Wen: "Brother, is this the thing you are talking about?"

Wang Wen tentatively reached out to take it, and actually took it.

Although he felt like he was holding a ball of air in his hand, the token was indeed lying in his palm.

He looked carefully and saw that the content on this Yincha Order was exactly the same as the one he had before, except that the font had changed from the ancient and crude font similar to small seal script to neat traditional Chinese characters, and the Arabic numeral 0 had also become "zero".

His heart sank slightly, and he thought to himself: "Could it be possible that others, if they got the Yincha Order I gave out, could use it the same way I did?"

If this is the case, the Yinzhang function must be used with caution in the future.

"Keep it safe, and don't lose it!"

He handed the Ghost Messenger Order back to Chen Sandao: "From now on, you will be a proper Ghost Messenger. You must work diligently and don't let my hard work go to waste."

At this point, he suddenly remembered the time when he met the yellow-skinned man asking for a title, and he had gained 12 points of Yin De.

Now he has returned all the principal and interest to Chen Sandao, which can be regarded as his way of making up for the mistake he made that time.

"Don't worry, it's all right. From now on, I will be Big Brother's most loyal subordinate, and even Ergou will have to stand aside!"

Chen Sandao took back the Yinchai Order, looked at it left and right, and felt uneasy. Finally, he simply opened his clothes, cut open his chest with a knife, and stuffed the Yinchai Order directly into his chest cavity. Then he patted his chest vigorously to show his loyalty.

Wang Wen smiled and slapped him, spinning his head 360 degrees. "Stop bragging! Go, stand guard! My martial arts are about to have a major breakthrough, and I can't let anyone disturb me!"

"rest assured!"

Chen Sandao patted his chest with a playful smile: "Anyone who wants to come in has to step over us, Old Chen, first!"

Wang Wen waved his hand: "Get lost!"

Chen Sandao nodded, bowed, turned around and jumped out of the wall silently.

Wang Wen slowly poured himself a bowl of water, drank it in one gulp, and then summoned the Yin Bu Ling and pressed the "+" sign after "Yin Shen" with his mind.

In an instant, one hundred points of good karma turned into flowing water, and countless images flooded into Wang Wen's mind.

This familiar scene made Wang Wen understand instantly... this thing increases attack power!

In those images, he appeared, his body as transparent as a ghost, sitting cross-legged in the dimly lit sky and dark place, surrounded by black air...

And in his real feeling, an endless, icy cold air rose from his dantian, went all the way up to the center of his eyebrows, took root and lingered, then slowly grew bigger and bigger until it exploded.

At that moment, his mind seemed to fly out of his body, floating to the top of the beam, looking down at his own body.

All the objects and sounds around him suddenly became extremely clear in an instant. He could even hear the sound of the breeze blowing against the eaves.

It was also at this moment that his mind suddenly became extremely clear...

Not only did his childhood memories suddenly become as clear as high-definition Blu-ray movies, but even the thousands of problems he had never understood suddenly became clear... He even felt that he could solve quadratic inequalities.

This refreshing feeling of clarity and clarity gave him a sense of expansiveness, as if all changes in the world were within his control...

When he came out of this euphoric feeling, he closed his eyes and calmed down for a long time before finally overcoming this huge sense of disappointment.

He called out the Yin Bu Ling again, and saw that words finally appeared behind the Yin De column that had been empty.

Yin Spirit: Night Wandering

Looking closely again, he suddenly discovered that there was a "+" sign behind the three words "Yin Bu Ling".

"This means..."

He scratched his head and thought to himself, "Not only are promotions based on merit, but they also depend on the Yin God realm?"

"500 Yin De, is that really that useful?"

"What a terrible sin did those White Lotus bastards commit?"

It was already late, and he didn't have time to think carefully, so he pressed the "+" behind "Yin Bu Ling" again.

The words on the token were once again submerged in a soft golden light...

But this time, no new positions appeared directly on the token.

Instead, it gave him a chance to choose.

"Wuchang? County God?"