Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

The descendants of the two crows and other ghosts and gods were terrified.

In life-or-death situations, even if they lose an arm or a leg, they frantically rack their brains to find ways to survive.

A ghost growled, "Quick, everyone jump into the well!"

The next moment, a ghost muttered, "The ghost tide has flooded the well."

A ghost gritted its teeth: "Dig an underground cave and hide inside!"

"In such a rush, there's no time!"

The Two Crows Taoist flapped his wings: "Everyone, I'll take off and fly away first."

Stab it!

He grew wings and prepared to run away.

In the next instant, he saw that the sky was pitch black.

Countless ghosts and monsters, like dark clouds, descended from the sky and shrouded the No. 95 mansion.

At this moment, the descendants of the gods and spirits were utterly desperate.

Just then, Ruo Jinghong kicked open the door with a bang.

Then, she shouted to the hordes of monsters rushing towards her, "Everyone, follow me—eat the rich and kill the rich!"

The monsters howled and wailed: "You haven't been reformed, yet your mind is full of rebellion."

"He's got the makings of a traitor!"

Mei Niang and the others suddenly realized what was happening. They pushed down the walls and houses, raising their arms and shouting, "Rebellion is justified!"

"Overthrow the rule of the lords!"

"Charge with me!"

Whoosh!

Ruo Jinghong even raised a large flag high: "Follow me!"

"Charge forward!"

"Kill them all!"

"Burn it all!"

"Sold out!"

Whoosh!

A group of monsters surrounded her, treating her as their leader.

Seeing this, Mei Niang and the others followed suit.

Two Crows Taoist and other clever descendants of ghosts and gods followed suit.

In an instant, banners fluttered and smoke signals rose everywhere.

At the center of the mansion is a small courtyard similar to a traditional courtyard house.

The courtyard had three entrances and three exits, and many servants lived inside.

At this moment, although the servants knew that a fierce battle was raging outside, they still calmly cooked and sang for their master.

The owner of this mansion is a monster that looks like a ball of flesh.

He appeared to be leisurely drinking tea and listening to music, but in reality, he was filled with fear.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

A large amount of sweat rolled down his back, soaking his clothes.

There was a deaf and mute little ghost who quietly carried away bucket after bucket of sweat from behind.

The host kept drinking tea to stay hydrated, while also racking his brains for a solution: "Why did those lowly bastards suddenly rebel?"

"The Beggars' Army is nothing more than here to plunder some resources and occupy a little territory."

"Why couldn't they just be patient? Why did they suddenly rebel?"

"Can't these guys even be a little more understanding?"

The master of this place is troubled and cannot find a solution.

At this moment, servants kept reporting: "The mob has broken through the outer ring road!"

"Hmm! Investigate further and report back!"

"The mob has stormed past the Fifth Ring Road!"

"Continue the investigation!"

"The mob has stormed past the Third Ring Road!"

The host, sweating profusely, exclaimed, "Quickly, set up an altar! I need to burn incense and pray!"

The servants calmly set up the incense table, and some even carried in sandalwood incense sticks that were as tall as towering trees.

call!

The host lit sandalwood incense, bowed deeply, and chanted incantations to contact the city lord.

"Lord City Lord, the house you bestowed upon me is about to be seized by a riot!"

A moment later, the city lord's steward replied: "Nonsense!"

"City 95 has never had rioters, only insurgents!"

"The rebels took your house, so just give it to them first!"

The homeowner wailed, "But...it wasn't the rebels who looted the house, it was a mob!"

The city manager sneered, "Shut up!"

"City 95 has never had a mob!"

"They're just rebels!"

"The rebel army is fair and just in its rewards and punishments!"

"If you give them the house, they will surely benefit you greatly in the future!"

"The city lord is negotiating with them right now; once the negotiations are over, if you completely pledge allegiance to the rebel army, you'll be among the first to actively respond to the call!"

"You'll definitely get your share of the benefits then!"

Upon hearing this, the host was overjoyed: "Really?"

"More real than real gold!"

The host was delighted: "That's good!"

"I've heard that all the important figures under Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva have a title!"

"What do you think my title should be?"

The city official stopped talking.

The owner of this place continued to mutter to himself.

At this moment, a servant came to report: "Master, the mob has already killed one ringleader."

The host smiled and said, "No need to worry, the city lord will make the decision!"

"Furthermore, there are no mobs here, only rebels!"

The servant, sweat beading on his forehead, said, "Master... what should we do? Should we join the rebels, or fight them?"

The host here is deep in thought.

Yes, what should we do now?

"wait!"

"Wait for a letter from the city lord!"

"Ugh!"

The time it takes to drink half a cup of tea...

boom!

A sound like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart rang out.

That was the sound of the courtyard's defensive barriers, magic arrays, and rituals shattering.

Then, countless ghosts surged in.

The servants looked at the Black Tide and shouted, "My lords, we are all on the same side!"

"We are also a rebel army!"

"ah........."

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of swallowing and tearing could be heard.

The owner of the house cried out in terror, "Are you all insane? What are you doing?"

"We're all family... don't act impulsively and make a mistake!"

"ah......!"

"What did you bury in my stomach?"

"I am the master of this place, you cannot treat me like this!"

"It's so hot!"

"I'm alive!"

"I'm on fire!"

The master of this place was carried out by a group of ghosts and monsters.

On his navel, the hair of a ghost wriggles; the hair burns, drawing away the life force of the person in charge.

Ow!Ow!Ow!

The monsters cheered, shouting at the top of their lungs, "Victory!"

"victory!"

"victory!"

In the air, Wang Quan sat upright amidst the dust and smoke of the seventy-two-way road, with two bags floating beside him:

One bag is used to extract the bones of dead ghosts; the other bag is used to extract the souls of ghosts.

With the death of the master of this place, Wang Quan placed his hands on the seventy-two trails of smoke and dust, then burned his merits and recited a strange scripture.

This passage has never appeared here before.

Even a third-grade Daoist cultivator had never heard of it.

Even most of the ghosts and gods in the underworld have never heard of it.

Strange Taoist incantations echoed, and in an instant, all the hidden virtues of the king were burning.

One party.....

Hundreds of methods.....

Qianfang...

As the yin virtue burns, within the consciousness of the monarchy, numerous secret techniques unleash their power and terror.

Then, a wisp of green smoke emerged from his body, expanding outwards and enveloping the entire mansion.

The merit of ten thousand yin virtues was exhausted, and the chanting of the Taoist incantation ended.

In the next instant, streaks of blue silk appeared in the inner landscape of the royal power; they intertwined to form a plaque that read – Land Deed for No. 95 Mansion.

At this moment, the owner of the No. 95 mansion in the 95th ring road belongs to Wang Quan.

With the creation of the land deed, all written records, even those of ghosts and gods, state that the owner of this place is—the Flower-Scattering Taoist, Wang Quan.