The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 69: The Sunshine Project in the Underworld
The evil spirit was barely squeezed out by the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams formation...

Jiang Jin and Lin Baichuan, who were on full alert, jumped up at the same time, and sandwiched the evil ghost in the middle, one in front and one behind.

Seeing this, Wang Wen glanced around, reached out and took the fine steel silver spear that was lost not far away into his palm.

Then, he stared at the movements of Jiang Jin and Lin Baichuan intently, while trying his best to squeeze all the Yin Lei in his body into the steel gun, ready to take action at any time to grab the head.

The evil ghost was suddenly squeezed out of the void by the formation and was obviously stunned for two seconds. Its ferocious face with green face and fangs could not show its joy or anger, but from the way it looked around and jumped up continuously, it was obvious that it was a little panicked, as if it was wondering why the method of virtualization and teleportation was not working.

Then, it used its hands and feet to pounce straight towards the wandering Taoist priest and the nameless old monk.

It was clear that this thing had some intelligence, but not much.

"Do it!"

As soon as the evil ghost moved, Lin Baichuan shouted angrily.

His face was crimson, and he clenched his teeth tightly. He slowly pushed out his palms, his movements seeming to be as light as if they weighed a thousand pounds. "The Crazy Dragon Out of the Sea!"

He pushed out his palms, and a light yellow dragon-shaped energy snaked out from between his palms, accompanied by a violent explosion sound, and rushed towards the evil spirit.

Jiang Jin, who was standing in the air opposite him, heard the sound, took a long breath, and then slowly rotated his hands in front of his chest. A blue light flashed around his body, and then he pushed out both hands at the same time: "The sea is boundless!"

He pushed out his palms, and a blue palm force burst out between his palms. The force was like the Yellow River flooding or a river bursting its banks, surging and pouring down.

It's too late to say it, but it's too late to say it.

The two great martial arts masters of China worked together, as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder, attacking the evil ghost from the front and back as it was running wildly with all four legs on the ground.

The sheer magnitude of the sound and the magnificence of the energy broadened the horizons of everyone present.

Many people only learned at this moment that martial arts training could actually lead to such an outstanding level.

Even Wang Wen was shocked by the scene that looked so much like the battle between Kusanagi Kyo and Yagami Iori...

But he didn't have much time to marvel.

The moment he realized that this frail evil ghost was unlikely to withstand the pincer attack from the two great masters, he threw the fine steel silver spear in his hand without hesitation.

The moment the gun slipped out of his hand, he was so nervous that his heart almost jumped into his throat...

"Head, my Lord's head!"

He screamed madly in his heart.

In full view of everyone, Jinlong and Lanhai accurately hit the running evil spirit.

The dazzling light that flashed at that moment illuminated a streak of multicolored black light that shot towards him...

"boom!"

There was only an earth-shaking roar, and the ground shook violently again. The visible orange shock wave pushed out in all directions.

Everyone raised their hands to shield their eyes, steadying themselves to withstand the blast. Then, they looked intently and saw the evil spirit at the center of the explosion, its body shattered and kneeling on the ground, a steel spear piercing its chest...

"This won't die?"

Everyone's heart was pounding with shock.

Jiang Jin and Lin Baichuan, who were panting heavily, had a flash of powerlessness in their eyes.

Fortunately, the evil ghost did not get up again. It just stared at its chest blankly, then turned its head and slowly scanned the people present. In its terrifying and resentful eyes, a glimmer of humanity was revealed at this moment.

It opened its mouth, as if it wanted to say something...

At this moment, a tall and burly figure pounced on it like a tiger pouncing on its prey, raised his right palm high, swung it like an axe and slammed it on the top of its head: "Die for me!!!"

"Boom."

There was only a muffled sound of gas explosion, and the burly body of the evil ghost shattered, and countless translucent blue-black ghost babies flew out, crying and wailing, flying around.

In an instant, the noise was overwhelming.

"Pfft."

Wang Wen fell heavily to the ground, panting as he looked at the City God's Order flashing in front of him, grinning foolishly.

Yin De +150.

Merit +580...

He also had good karma added to his account, which he had not expected.

However, compared to the generous amount of 500 Yin De given at one time when the altar was pushed, Wang Wen felt that the 150 Yin De was a bit petty, and he also couldn't understand how Yin De was calculated.

As for the merit points, he initially thought it was a bit too little, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the number was right.

After all, when he and Cheng Xian killed the green-faced evil ghost that could also open ghost dens in the Liu family compound, they only got about 100 points of merit.

This evil ghost is of course many times stronger than the one in Liu's compound.

But in terms of power level, this evil ghost is at most one level stronger than the one in Liu's compound.

Giving him 580 merit points is quite reasonable.

"Archers, shoot at all costs. Be careful not to hurt our own people..."

Zhao Zhiling's urgent cry was heard at the right moment: "Sir, can the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams Formation restrain these ghost babies for a while longer?"

It was those ghost babies that were running around in the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams Formation, and one after another they flew out of the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams Formation from the Life Gate...

However, just as he finished speaking, Wang Wen and others in the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams Formation heard a "pop" sound. Looking closely, they saw that the banner in the wandering Taoist's hand was broken into two pieces out of thin air, and the huge Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams Formation disappeared.

"It's a loss, it's a loss..."

The wandering Taoist priest held the two pieces of the banner, muttering with tears in his eyes, "What a loss!"

This time, everyone knew that he could no longer trap these ghost babies without him having to explain.

Wang Wen was close by, and he looked at the ordinary banner in the wandering Taoist's hand. He suspected that the Taoist priest had broken the banner on purpose to avoid doing evil, but he had no evidence.

Anyway, he didn't even have the strength to stand up at this moment, and could only watch these poor little creatures fly away...

'The Great Zhou is not worth it.'

He gently closed his eyes and whispered in his heart: "I will find a peaceful and prosperous world to be reborn into..."

"Everyone, don't be soft-hearted."

At this moment, Zhang the Paper Figure spoke in a muffled voice, "These dolls have been bewildered by resentment. Unless their pent-up resentment is liberated, they will sooner or later transform into evil spirits that harm people."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their eyes to the nameless old monk.

The nameless old monk's expression grew increasingly miserable. He closed his slightly trembling eyes and spoke with difficulty, "If we could invite these poor children back to Hanshan Temple, we could devote all our efforts to liberating them from their resentment... I only blame myself for my shallow virtues and inability to liberate these children from their sea of ​​suffering."

The implication is: he may be able to liberate the resentment of these ghost babies, but the prerequisite is that someone can seal these ghost babies.

'Why……'

In the silence, everyone present seemed to hear a long sigh.

Without any command, the archers automatically aimed the arrows wrapped with the Three Yang Talisman at the ghost babies that were still flying around, and the swordsmen also activated the Three Yang Talisman again, scattering them silently.

Zhang the Paper Man once again released a cloud of paper figures, and the yellow-robed Taoist priest also formed a sword finger and released a peach wood sword emitting golden light. Wang Wen, who was halfway up, saw this and lay down again...

But not long after, the City God Order that he had just put away popped out again automatically, and the golden words +7 flashed behind the merit column.

He stared at the City God's Order in confusion for a few seconds, then quickly raised his upper body to look around. Sure enough, among the crowd of people running around, he found Chen Sandao's big face with a black mouth and a black face.

He didn't bother pretending to be injured anymore. He quickly got up and walked towards Chen Sandao.

There were people everywhere at the moment, so no one noticed him...

"Sandao, Sanda, come here!"

He walked up to Chen Sandao, looked up and whispered to him.

Chen Sandao, who had just flown over and chopped a ghost baby in half with a knife, turned around and landed on the ground when he heard his cry, pretending to be alive and walking towards him quickly... But if you look closely, you will find that this guy is only standing on his toes.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Chen Sandao asked.

Wang Wen: "Where's your Yinchai order? Show it to me!"

"A ghost order?"

Chen Sandao was stunned for a second, and looked around hesitantly: "Now?"

Wang Wen didn't think much about it: "What are you talking about?"

"Ok."

Chen Sandao reluctantly turned around to face a ruined wall, opened his clothes, turned the ghost knife over, cut open his chest, and took out a black iron token from his chest.

Wang Wen: …

He really forgot that this guy had stuffed the Yinchaling into his chest!

Chen Sandao turned around, straightened his clothes, and handed the Yincha Order to Wang Wen: "Here, the Yincha Order."

Wang Wen took it and looked at it carefully, and saw:

【Yin Cha Ling】

【Achievement: Nine】

Yin De: (empty)

Yin God: (empty)

[Hundred Schools: Zhao Chang Chang Quan (Second Level) (Improvement), Yin Qi Jue (First Level)]

'9 points? '

Wang Wen scratched his head. This guy had just killed three ghost babies, and he had earned 21 points of merit. How come this guy only earned 9 points?
Could it be that... '30/70 split?'

'I'm seven, he's three?'

Wang Wen's eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted in shock: "Fuck, several black hands! Several likes!"

But he thought again and felt that something was not right: "Could it be that my achievements and virtues were also secretly divided into 30% and 70%?"

"That's not right. When I was a ghost messenger, I earned exactly 10 points for killing a wronged soul. Not a bit more, not a bit less!"

"Or is it because my Yincha Order comes from the Yinsi system of another world and is incompatible with the local Yinsi system, causing my Yincha Order to be unable to connect to the local Yinsi system, becoming a guerrilla independent of the local Yinsi system..."

"This inference makes sense. If the local underworld had discovered me long ago, they would have sent the Underworld Commander to capture me!"

“That’s not quite right…”

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it. Anyway, based on the information currently known, I can infer that my Yinsi tooth card is independent of the local Yinsi system. There is no superior, and there is no deduction. However, the lower-level tooth cards extending from my Yinsi tooth card must split the profits with me in a 30-70 ratio according to the rules of the Yinsi."

"That is to say... if the lower-level yapai extending from me can also split into lower-level yapai, and the lower-level yapai will also split the profits with me according to the 3:7 rule, then wouldn't I be able to build a complete underworld system centered around myself to serve me?"

Wang Wen's eyes lit up, and he suddenly became very interested in promoting his subordinates... He had clearly made up his mind to strictly control the flow of the Yincha Order.

'Why does this pyramid system look familiar?'

He pondered the Wang Family Underworld system he had just designed. It seemed strangely familiar. After pondering it for a while, he suddenly lost his voice and said, "Fuck, isn't this a pyramid scheme?"

Chen Sandao: "Brother, what is a pyramid scheme?"

Wang Wen slapped him on the head and said, "Don't ask about what's going on underworld!"

Chen Sandao looked aggrieved.

Wang Wen casually stuffed the Yincha Order back into his arms, patted his shoulder and said with a friendly expression: "Work hard, and when you have enough merit, I will promote you to Yinchao and let you command ten Yinchaos!"

"Thank you, brother!"

Chen Sandao's eyes sparkled, and he held Yin Chaling in his hands, expressing his gratitude and loyalty: "The fact that I can meet you in this life must be a blessing from my past life!"

Wang Wen felt a slight pang of conscience, and turned his head away and said, "Go ahead. Big Brother can see your contribution."

"yes, Sir!"

Chen Sandao nodded heavily, turned around, drew his sword, and rushed towards the ghosts with a ferocious look: "Children, grandpa is here!"

Wang Wen sat down beneath the ruins, watching in silence as everyone displayed their magical powers, one by one, to subdue the ghost babies...

In the distance, the fire inside the government office had spread out of the government office, burning the houses on the left and right sides that were not suppressed by the ghosts. If there were enough manpower, perhaps one or two could be controlled.

But right now, there are only a few hundred of them left in the city. It is a pipe dream to expect them to put out such a big fire!

I'm afraid I can only see the ancient and charming city of Yangzhou in my dreams from now on...

'Why. '

Wang Wen sighed in his heart, stood up and walked slowly towards Zhao Zhiling to discuss the follow-up matters with him.

Halfway through the walk, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

He turned around in an instant, walked towards the ruins of the collapsed house on the side of the road, and pulled out a sign from the rubble.

The sign with black letters on a red background has long faded and turned gray, but you can still vaguely see the four big words "Liu's Mutton Soup" written on it.

This unassuming sign is recognizable to the locals of Yangzhou. This mutton soup stall has been around for four generations, and many elderly people with silver hair grew up drinking its mutton soup. And its most famous dish is the soup, which is said to have been simmered for a hundred years.

"I'm afraid I'll never be able to drink that mutton soup again."

Wang Wen sighed silently and put the banner into his arms: "I still have some money deposited at his house..."

……

That night.

The Yangzhou Dusi Tianjian suffered nearly fifty casualties.

Half of Yangzhou City was burned down...

When the news spread, the whole country was shocked!
The harm caused by demons and monsters is more ferocious than that caused by tigers!
The name of the White Lotus Sect made them condemned by everyone.

(End of this chapter)