I, System Wholesaler

As soon as the words were said, the cracks completely dissipated, and one of the cracks in the stone tablet in front of Wang Yang also returned to its original state.

Every crack on the stele was opened like a door leading to a certain level of prison, just like just now, when the crack closed, the ghosts inside could actually communicate with him directly.

"Do the ghosts on the 81st floor have spiritual intelligence and communicate with people? That's great!"

Wang Yangyou felt the beating and trembling of the cells all over his body.

He stepped down without hesitation and stayed on the 999th floor, but he no longer felt this way. Compared with the stairs that are multiples of nine branch roads, there is only one stone step here at this moment.

Wang Yang was puzzled, but he didn't linger too much.

As he stepped down step by step, Wang Yang tried to go in and communicate with those evil spirits in places where there were ghosts on each floor, but the prohibition outside and the suppression of the stone tablet made him helpless to return.

All the way down, he couldn't find a chance to get into the chaotic ghosts and creatures on the 100th floor.

However, due to his death, several spirit-related ghosts attacked him, which also increased his mental power from 100 to 1000, and for this he also gained the talent of photographic memory.

Finally, taking extremely reluctant steps, Wang Yang planned to find the frightened old man on the 81st floor.

According to his feelings, the lower the ghosts are, the weaker and hotter they are, but he feels a little better when he thinks that these ghosts can still be suppressed under the obelisk at the headquarters of the Ghost Master Alliance headquarters.

It's better than nothing but lonely souls and wild ghosts!

With heavy steps, Wang Yang hoped that the fearful old man would not let him down.

After all... If I don't find someone else to trick me, my whole body will feel uncomfortable like ants are crawling!

With a pace full of anticipation, Wang Yang finally stopped at the No.80 first floor.

"If you can't come out, I'm sorry for the number of sessions!"

The No.80 first floor is a multiple of nine, and Wang Yang saw a road extending out of the fog just after stepping on it.

At the end of the road is a closed wooden gate with what looks like a plaque next to it.

The crooked characters on the plaque, Wang Yang, are not real and clear, but the lights in the house are reflected through the small courtyard.

Wang Yang leaned forward to look, and sure enough, the crack in the door was a bit like the layout of a rural earthen house. In a large window inside, a dying old man was hunched over, and in front of him was a candle.

The candle exudes a gentle light, and the flickering flame shines on the face of this old man who is over seventy years old. His wrinkled face, half-bald white hair, and waist that cannot stand upright are all telling how long he has experienced. .

The old man's aura was very weak, if he hadn't seen it with his naked eyes, Wang Yang would never have felt the aura of a person inside.

And the old man's slightly squinted eyes seemed to be taken away by just a gust of gentle wind, and taken to that nether world.

"Master! Are you there?"

"Huh? Who?"

Although the old man looked weak, his voice was full of energy.

Wang Yang was taken aback by the voice, but soon recovered.

"Master, do you know where the fearful old man is? He asked me to come and find him."

The old man narrowed his eyes, and his cloudy pupils were filled with blood and violence.

"Are you... the kid who sealed the crack on the stele?"

Wang Yang was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"You... are you a fearful old man?"

Hearing the trembling in Wang Yang's words, the fearful old man smiled sinisterly.

But he was afraid that Wang Yang would escape while he couldn't get out, so he showed a relatively gentle smile.

"Young man, I know where he is. Come in with me."

Wang Yang looked at the old man with emotions on his face, and he was not in the mood to continue acting.

"You're the fucking old man, aren't you?"

The fearful old man was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.

"How could it be an old man, the old man has all the way...cough cough...don't worry he is sealed, young man, you can come in and have a look, I happen to have his soul orb, come in and I can give it to you, you bring I just want to get out of here, old man..."

Wang Yang kicked the door several times, but found that it couldn't be opened at all, so he had to ask the old man again.

"Say! How did you get in, or how did you get out?"

Seeing that Wang Yang was so impatient, the fearful old man wrinkled his old face with a smile.

"Hehehe, boy, don't worry! You just need to use your own blood to write your name on the plaque and you can come in! In addition to the soul orb, some treasures collected by the green-level ghost like the fearful old man are also here!"

Faced with the flickering of the fearful old man, Wang Yang somewhat lost his patience.

After trying many times but failing to pierce his body, Wang Yang was a little anxious.

"Old man, is there anything that can cut your hand! I can't break it!"

"Put your hand on it, and writing on the plaque will automatically cut your hand!"

Wang Yang obeyed and did as he was told.

"Ding! It is detected that the host has been attacked by a fearful old man (green ghost), defense +1..."

After wiping off all the dirt on the plaque and increasing the defense power to three hundred without any increase, Wang Yang gave up.

"Old man, it's useless!"

The word "old man" is a bit harsh, but the fear of the old man still doesn't care so much.

The terrified old man looked puzzled, and then pulled out a blood-stained iron nail from the house.

He wiped the blood and threw it to Wang Yang regardless of the risk of tetanus.

Wang Yang took the iron nail from the crack of the door. The nail was extremely sharp. He pierced his hand, and blood flowed out from his fingertips in an instant.

Soon Wang Yanggui drew his tiptoes and wrote his name on the plaque.

In a trance, the crumbling wooden door seemed to be opened, and it seemed to be opened only to himself.

Without hesitation, Wang Yang stepped into the house.

The fearful old man showed a bright smile like a chrysanthemum blooming in early spring.

"Little devil! Come inside! The babies are all inside!"

"Ding! It is detected that the host is mentally attacked by the fearful old man (green ghost), mental power +10..."

Facing the bewitching voice of the fearful old man, Wang Yang pretended to be an idiot and smirked.

"Yes, yes, thank you Grandpa!"

He was afraid that if he showed a little doubt, he would be suspected by the fearful old man and reject him from this ghost.

After finally coming to the stele, if you don't make some money, you will lose money!

Accompanied by a heavy and hasty pace, soon Wang Yang and the fearful old man walked into the room filled with the light of the small candle.

A simple and moldy table, a blood-stained kang head, the traces of blood under the kang head have not yet dried up, and a black fire burning from the blood enveloped the whole kang head.

The doors and windows were all closed with the sudden extinguishment of the candles, and the piercing wind and people's cries echoed throughout the room at this moment.

The fearful old man showed a sinister smile, and before he could speak, Wang Yang's voice came out.

"Are you and I unable to get away in this ghost?"