The heavens start from Maoshan

Seeing Xiao Fan's high-spirited look, Zhang Heng looked strange.

It is true that Xiao Fan's strength is not bad, and he killed two of the Void Returning Generals under Sifang Ghost King's command.

But his strength is only around the top ghost generals, and he is far from being an opponent of the ghost king of the Hedao realm, otherwise he wouldn't have come during the day.

There is only one reason for coming during the day, he is not the opponent of the Sifang Ghost King, if he really comes at night, when it gets dark, the two realms overlap, and the Sifang Ghost King descends on the Huangtu Realm, he will probably be shot to death directly.

The calculation is quite good, not only showing the limelight, but also not dangerous.

But today is different.

If Zhang Heng remembered correctly, today's Sifang Ghost King did not return to Chiyou Small World as the night faded, but stayed in the underground palace of Sifang City.

The reason, speaking of it, is to blame him, the ghost king of Sifang didn't leave today because he was waiting for his visit, after all, at night, there are many ghosts, and some things are difficult to say.

so...

boom! !

The sky darkened in an instant, with dark clouds covering the sun.

In the blink of an eye, the sun was completely covered, and there was a strong wind for a while.

"Little mouse, who gave you the courage to come to my Sifang City to make trouble!"

The dark clouds condensed a blue-faced face with fangs and long eyes.

"Ah, the Ghost King of the Quartet!"

Xiao Fan's complexion changed drastically, and he didn't have the high spirits just now: "Didn't you return to the small world of Chiyou, why are you still here?"

"What do you say?"

A red light suddenly shot from the ghost's face.

With a flash of red light, one of Xiao Fan's subordinates disappeared.

Flash again, and another one disappears.

Flashing four times in a flash, Xiao Fan's team, soon he was the only one left.

"Ghost eyes!"

Xiao Fan was startled and angry, and a huge ghost appeared behind him: "Don't think that your eyes are the only ones that are good, and my ghost is not bad either!"

Swish! !

Red light came.

Ah!

Xiao Fan screamed, first the lower body disappeared, then the upper body disappeared, and finally the head disappeared.

The confrontation between Nianligui and Guiyan only lasted for two breaths, and it ended in Xiao Fan's complete defeat.

Swish!

The red light came to Zhang Hengzhao again.

The cassock on Zhang Heng's body creaked and emitted a khaki halo.

Take another photo.

The Taiping sword was automatically unsheathed, popped out of the scabbard, and landed in front of Zhang Heng.

"what!"

Seeing that the red light couldn't move Zhang Heng at all, his grimace showed surprise.

Zhang Heng rested his right hand on the Taiping Sword and said with a smile, "Sifang, is this how you treat guests?"

"hey-hey..."

There were two chuckles in the air, and the next second, the dark clouds dissipated, and the sun shone on the earth again.

"The King of Ghosts!"

Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Sifang is a place name, and Sifang Ghost King refers to the ghost king who guards Sifang County. This title is more like an official position than his own name.

Before invading Huangtu Realm and occupying Sifang County, Sifang Ghost King's name was Yasha Ghost King.

Yasha is his clan. This clan is famous for their bravery in the Yin Division. It is said that King Yama has a vanguard army composed entirely of Yashas, ​​who have made many contributions to the Yin Division by opening up territories.

Later, the monks saw that the Yashas were fighting fiercely, and they chose some to be the guardians of the monks, that is, the Yashas of the Eight Dragons.

"Go to the City Lord's Mansion."

Zhang Heng withdrew his thoughts and gave instructions to Shaliang.

"Yes, sir."

Sha Liang carried Zhang Heng on his back, striding forward with a handy shovel in his hand.

The people around saw the viciousness of the silly leader Liang, and just now Zhang Heng called the ghost king of Sifang by name, the ghost king was not angry, and they couldn't help guessing: "Who is this person, he looks unusual."

"Yeah, it looks much more reliable than that Xiao Fan. What kind of Ghost Fighter Alliance, there is loud thunder and little rain. Fortunately, I didn't join them."

"Keep your voice down. I heard that the Ghostbusters Alliance is very powerful. There are people from every state and county. It's not something small people like you and me can talk about."

"That's right, don't talk about the Ghost Warriors Alliance, it's the person who greeted the Ghost King just now, who knows where he came from, maybe under the human skin, he is an evil ghost that is more terrifying than the Ghost King Sifang."

"Yes, yes, let's go, let's go."

Everyone dispersed, leaving only the stonemasons crying bitterly: "It's good to destroy the stone statue that the ghost king asked us to make. When the ghost king thinks about it later, he won't eat us?"

The masons sum up.

Don't wait any longer, run, go out to avoid the limelight first.

the other side.

Zhang Heng walked all the way in the city, looked all the way, and found that Sifang City was quite prosperous.

Sifang City is the main city under Sifang County, and it is also the economic and political center.

Even if its current ruler is a ghost, it will not affect its prosperity at all, because people always have various desires to satisfy, and these basic demands will not change because of who the ruler is.

As for the population, there are about three 10,000+.

Don't think too little, the ancient times are different from the modern times, and they are simply unable to support the modern international metropolis with a population of tens of millions.

There are 10,000+ people in three, which is already a lot in ancient times. You must know that Chengdu, the imperial capital of the Kingdom of Shu in the Three Kingdoms, has a population of only 90.

"Man is indeed a very adaptable creature."

"Look at these shops, every household is pasted with the portrait of the ghost king of the Sifang. If things go on like this, maybe it will really make the Yellow Tu Realm develop into a deformed world where humans and ghosts coexist."

Fear comes from the unknown on the one hand, and injury on the other.

If Zhang Heng comes to operate, he will set up two departments, one is the Propaganda Department, which is dedicated to propagating that people will become ghosts after death, so today's ghosts are also everyone's tomorrow. There is also such a day.

As long as the publicity is good, the gap between humans and ghosts will dissipate a lot.

It can even evolve to work hard when you are a human being, so that after death, you can enjoy happiness when you become a ghost, just like the bliss of the Western Paradise, allowing people to practice afterlife.

Then set up a rewarding donation system.

Just like donating blood, if a person donates Yang Qi once a year, his family members will not have to donate again within a year, and will not be selected as blood food, and various rewards will be issued.

In this way, there is no need to catch them at all, and everyone will donate willingly.

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Not to mention being sick for ten days and a half months, even if you die, there are still a lot of people who are willing.

Not even the Yellow Tu Realm.

As far as Zhang Heng himself is concerned, he remembers clearly that it was around 2000.

The blood bank is short of blood, and I don’t know if it’s a hospital or a black market merchant. If you find someone to buy blood, the price you pay is very high. As long as you donate blood, you will be given 200 yuan for one donation. This 200 yuan is equivalent to half a month’s salary at that time. Yes, many people went.

Some of them didn't catch up, and they gave snacks and melon seeds to the organizers in the village, thinking that they would take him with them next time there was such a good thing.

This can be seen.

If anyone comes to offer Yang Qi, he will give two hundred catties of grain, and there must be a lot of people willing to come.

In the same way, ghosts don't have much demand for grain, and the business tax and grain tax under the ghost king's rule can just be used for this.

Unfortunately, Zhang Heng is a human being, not a ghost.

Position determines thinking, otherwise, relying on the capital effect of this hand, you can worship any ghost king at will, and the other party will not be able to call him Mr.

Maybe, I can write a novel "My ghost king can't be so cute" in the future.

"Master, the City Lord's Mansion has arrived."

The silly words brought Zhang Heng back to reality.

"Ah."

Zhang Heng nodded and said, "Stay at the door."

After showing the invitation to the human guards outside the city lord's mansion, Zhang Heng entered the city lord's mansion smoothly.

It's different from what I imagined.

Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant in the city lord's mansion. Although it is already October, there are still a hundred flowers blooming inside, which is just the time.

go further inside.

A small bridge with flowing water, a courtyard attic, two deer poked their heads out of the garden in a daze, tilted their heads to look at Zhang Heng, and then ran away happily. If they didn't know in advance, who would dare to say that this is the ghost king's cave instead of Xianjiadongfu.

"Guest, please come with me."

a little.

A man wearing a bamboo hat and a long robe appeared in front of Zhang Heng: "My master is already waiting for you in the underground palace."

Zhang Heng glanced at the man in the bamboo hat.

It was covered tightly, not a single piece of skin was exposed.

Presumably, this should be a yaksha or a ghost, and it doesn't look like a living person, because a living person doesn't have to make himself like this in broad daylight.

"I heard that the Sifang Ghost King is in a bad mood recently?"

Zhang Heng asked casually as he followed the man in the bamboo hat.

"Recently, there are always people making troubles, disturbing the master Qingxiu."

The man in the bamboo hat gave an answer from the side.

"A troubled autumn!"

"If I remember correctly, the world has been clean for almost 30 years since the disbandment of the Taoist sect, right?"

"30 years, two generations, it seems that the world of great struggle is coming again."

After the Daomen retreated overseas, there was no large-scale resistance from the Huangtu Realm.

Now, I don’t know how the overseas local Taoist sects are doing, but looking at the few ghost hunters who made trouble today, I am afraid that the Ghost Warrior Alliance can’t wait any longer, and they are clamoring for the times to change.

"What should come, will always come."

The man in the bamboo hat replied.

Zhang Heng heard the string song and knew the elegance, and said with a smile, "I hope I'm not that bad guy."

The man in the bamboo hat didn't reply, and took the initiative to open the palace door for Zhang Heng: "Guest, my master is inside, please..."

"Ah."

Zhang Heng nodded and walked in.

As far as the eye can see, the main hall is full of ever-burning lights, and in the middle of the hall is a downward stone ladder.

Zhang Heng was also unambiguous, and walked down the stone ladder.

Walking through the zigzag-shaped stone stairs, there is a very empty hall below. The hall is lit with torches, and there is nothing in it. At the end of the hall that can accommodate thousands of people, there is a big golden chair.

Sitting on the chair was a giant ten feet tall, half a body taller than Shaliang.

This giant was born with two eyes on the forehead and three in the eye sockets.

A black mask was worn on the face, which could cover the mouth and nose, and a trident-like bone fork stood by his hand.