Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night, I Build Hell Town Human World

Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes and looked over in surprise.

He understood what the old man in front of him had planned.

However, he now has two secrets.

"Ming grab?"

"Yes, grab it!"

"Grab it!" Zhang Heng spread his hands.

Old Zhang raised his eyebrows: "You should understand, I know your identity."

"Do you know who I am?" Zhang Heng showed a playful look.

"All identities!"

Hearing this, a murderous intent flashed in Zhang Heng's eyes.

All identities?
Zhang Heng didn't believe it, because his other identity was to kill someone.

But the murderous intent in Zhang Heng's eyes made Lao Zhangtou even more excited.

"Who are you!" Zhang Heng said indifferently.

"A person who guesses your identity, I am very familiar with the smell on your body."

"Then do it."

"Stop pretending, your identity is not visible."

Hearing this, Zhang Heng smiled.

He can't see the identity of the light, only one.

His true identity is something that the Soul Sect cannot see.

"It's okay, you can do it." Zhang Heng said directly, since it's not his real identity, then just do whatever you want.

But the old Zhangtou said very rascally: "I won't!"

"I will mention your identity to Master Huntian, maybe he will give me the [-] million, but you may be dealt with."

Zhang Heng probably understood.

The identity guessed by the other party should be working under Hun Tian as Niu Tu.

It's just that this kind of riddle-like words, a bit like a person, made him unsure.

Zhang Heng thought about it, and replied directly: "Then you go and mention my identity."

"Or, let's go see Lord Huntian together."

The old Zhangtou's expression changed, and he patted Zhang Heng on the shoulder and said, "Don't be like this, we are all brothers."

"I can tell you one more thing you absolutely want to know."

"You can talk about it first." Zhang Heng only showed a little interest when he heard the riddle-like words.

Old Zhangtou's voice became even lower, and he said slowly, "About...the news about the Soul Sect and the entire Soul Realm."

"You should be interested."

Zhang Heng shook his head: "How did you know I would be interested?"

The old Zhangtou said very mysteriously: "Could it be, don't you want to leave?"

Zhang Heng changed his expression again: "Deal!"

Zhang Heng threw out a bag. Old Zhang Tou picked it up with a smile and returned it to Zhang Heng.

"Thanks!"

Just as Zhang Heng finished saying thank you.

A group of intense rays of light flooded into the old Zhangtou's body.

Merits are not tradable.

But among immortals and gods, there is nothing untradable.

Thousands of years ago, the immortal gods played this trick badly.

Old Zhang turned his head back, followed Zhang Heng's appearance, and threw a bag on his body to the ground.

Seeing this, the strong man Jinxian hurriedly picked it up and returned it.

The strong man Jinxian is naturally anxious after being in arrears for a hundred years of meritorious debts. It would be good if he could get it. He didn't know if he would get Lao Zhangtou back if he sued the Soul Emperor. After all, Lao Zhangtou is in the soul world. Among them, the identity is quite detached.

"Thank you!" Old Zhang raised his eyebrows and said.

The light group moved again.

Zhang Heng was very sure that the other party must know that he came from Niutu's heavy identity.

As for the other identity, old Zhangtou knew Zhang Heng was not sure.

He gave Zhang Heng a familiar feeling, just like the old man on the coast of the East China Sea.

Like a person who knows everything, why does he appear now?
What kind of secrets do Soul Sect and Soul Realm have?

"Okay, it's time for you to tell me what I want to know."

The old Zhangtou nodded: "No problem."

"But this is not a place to talk, go, inside the restaurant, I'll tell you slowly."

"Whatever you want to ask, I will answer anytime."

As he said that, the old Zhangtou yelled directly at the strong man Jinxian: "Xiao Mazi, prepare a good guest room, my brother and I have two drinks!"

Hearing Xiao Mazi's name, Zhang Heng turned his head in surprise, only to see the strong man Jinxian stunned.

Xiao Mazi actually called him?
The strong man Jinxian raised his head: "Do you still have merit?"

"My brother has it." Old Zhangtou patted Zhang Heng's shoulder directly.

Zhang Heng threw his pocket casually: "How much do you want?"

The strong man Jinxian glanced at Old Zhang's head.

To be honest, this is a bit insulting to him, but he can't beat the old man, and he has merit.

The strong man Jinxian sighed under the molesting gaze of old Zhangtou, and had no choice but to pick up the bag.

……

in the room.

Food and wine are on the table.

Zhang Heng looked at the soul world outside the window.

Outside is still a piece of walking dead souls wandering around.

Merit, they naturally do not have.

Life and death are not determined by oneself, how come the merit.

Even if they have, they have spent countless years in this soul world, and if they could enjoy what they enjoyed when they were "human beings", they would have already spent all of them.

But in the City of Dead Death, all the restaurant expenses and supplies are provided by the deacons of the Soul Sect and the Yin Gods recruited by the Soul Sect.

For example, the old man in front of him.

The old Zhangtou was picky about the advantages and disadvantages of these wine and meat.

"Soul Realm, it's still good."

"At least, at first."

The old Zhangtou said so.

Zhang Heng has never missed a word from him, because these unintentional conversations seem to have something to say.

"Let's talk about the way to leave." Zhang Heng didn't move anything, he just wanted to know what the old man wanted to say.

"Hey! You also guessed that the Soul Sect would not let deacons like us leave easily?" Old Zhangtou said directly.

Zhang Heng looked over in surprise.

"Why didn't the Soul Sect let us go?"

In Niu Tu's memory, there is a promise he made when he first joined the Soul Sect.

As long as 100 billion merits are collected, the relationship with the Soul Sect can be terminated, and the Soul Sect will never be arrested.

Is this what the old man said?

Then this is not worth [-] million merits.

At least it's not worth it to Zhang Heng.

But the old Zhangtou pretended to be mysterious, bit off a piece of meat unhurriedly, and took a very comfortable sip from the wine glass.

"Because the Soul Sect will not let anyone go."

"The Soul Sect was not like this before, but...it's hard to say."

The old Zhangtou looked a little lonely, and then asked Zhang Heng:
"Aren't you curious, why there is such a city of death in vain?"

Zhang Heng replied: "Isn't it because it is to imitate the underworld?"

Old Zhangtou nodded: "They are trying to build a new underworld."

Zhang Heng was taken aback suddenly, building a new underworld?

Just relying on the reincarnation human path that a soul sect has not been able to fully control?

He didn't press, but continued to listen.

Old Zhangtou sighed, and shook his head at the ghost-like souls in the dead city outside just like Zhang Heng.

He seemed to be feeling something.

The old head continued to speak:
"Soul Sect really wanted to build a new underworld at first."

"But it's too difficult, even if there is reincarnation, it can't be done."

"After all, there is no Emperor Yin in the Soul Sect."