Villain Organization Fishing Rules [Quick Transmigration]

Horse carts, donkey carts, ox carts... don't even think about it.

On the hill next to the East Ring City, there were only animal carcasses that had been crushed to death by the Nine Nether Ghosts. After feeling deeply moved, I asked Zhuohua to throw a dozen dead rabbits into the big basket behind me.

Today, the three of us are dressed in exactly the same way. We all carry a basket in our left hand, a bamboo basket in our right hand, and a big basket on our backs.

Our tenet is: as much as the material can hold, as much as it can hold, or leave it to the ghosts?

"Zhenzhen is young and a living person, if you are really tired, please tell me." Before setting off for the Shiwanda Mountain to the west, I instructed again carefully, and the cat-like little girl nodded earnestly, well-behaved and cute.

I couldn't help touching her head, then picked up the little girl and put it in the bamboo basket behind me, yes, I carried it on my back.

How long can a human walk in a day?The children wandered with us and suffered a lot. It took ten days and a half months to walk from the east to the west, and the food was not even enough to consume on the road.

But Li Gui can fly thousands of miles in one day, like a Boeing 737, it can arrive in more than a day, and this is the speed at which I have accommodated Zhuohua and Zhenzhen.

Before leaving, I gave Zhuohua some ghost energy, lest he fly halfway and collapse from exhaustion, then wrapped Zhenzhen in a thick cotton coat, and put on a little plush hat, which was also picked up at the market.

"It's windy in the air, don't open your mouth, just poke me twice if you can't stand it," I counted the number of baskets around me, and then said to Zhuo Hua next to me, "fly behind me to borrow strength, and don't be brave."

I feel like a male mother who takes the whole family on a trip. The way of reincarnation is good. I have been taken care of by a male mother, and I finally become a mother... Ah bah, no matter what, I am also a father!

In this way, we flew to Shiwanda Mountain in the west with big bags and small bags, and settled at the junction of Shengguo and Qiguo.

I flew several laps before I chose this mountain: first, it was on the outskirts of Shiwanda Mountain, so that it would not go too deep and become a pure savage; second, the mountain was not too big or small, covered with dense forest, and there was a small stream , rich in resources; finally, there is a small human village not far from the mountain, and occasionally villagers go up the mountain to cut firewood and hunt, and can exchange materials.

Pointing to a dilapidated house in the mountains, I said excitedly, "Look, we already have a house, and we don't need to build it ourselves."

This is probably the thatched hut left by the hunter in the mountains. After the hunter left, it was completely deserted, which was a good deal for us.

Zhuohua has always been a fool, seeing Zhenzhen and I look happy, he also laughed along with Han, put down the big and small bags on his body, and volunteered to rush into the house to clean.He is really good at this, let him do what he does, work hard without complaint, and never lose his temper.

I left Zhenzhen outside the door to look at the luggage, rolled up my sleeves and followed inside.

The dilapidated house has been unoccupied for many years, and it has become a den of poisonous insects, snakes and rats. I don't worry about the little girl coming in. As for us two ghosts, we don't even have a body, so what kind of insects are we afraid of?Besides, the poisonous insect... Hehehe, it can teach Zhenzhen how to practice martial arts and voodoo, and also give her some ability to protect herself in the future.

Zhuohua and I have been busy for several hours, sweeping away the thick dust, driving away small animals, and spreading medicine powder around the house...

"Zhaohua, go out and help Zhenzhen make a fire and cook a pot of rice porridge. She hasn't had dinner yet, so remember to have some left over. I'll use it to glue the windows." I thought for a while and added, "When picking up firewood, pick up more Some dead grass and branches, and the roof needs to be repaired. Let’s make do with this for the next two days, and tomorrow I will go to the village to buy mud and tiles.”

It's no problem for us ghosts to sleep in the barren mountains, and we can even dig a hole to bury ourselves, but the little girl can't, she'll catch a cold.

A pot of rice porridge is naturally not enough to eat, and now I can't cook without a stove, so I have to build an earthen stove tomorrow.I took out fresh chicken nuggets, rice cakes, and leeks from the bamboo basket, quickly skewered them on bamboo sticks, opened the other side of the bamboo tube, carefully brushed a layer of oil on the skewers, and grilled them on the fire.

As the fragrance slowly spread, one person and one ghost squatted by the fire, staring at me eagerly.

I laughed and said, "Has the roof been mended? Is the bed ready? Lay more straw."

Zhuo Hua nodded again and again, and said honestly: "Okay, okay, no leaks."

I nodded, and put another layer of oil on the skewers, sprinkled with salt and chili powder, the chicken skewers made a "sizzling" sound, overflowing with burnt aroma, and the chicken oil dripped slowly, being connected by the leeks and rice cakes below one is right.

Zhuo Hua and Zhen Zhen swallowed their saliva, and looked at me more expectantly.

After a while, I picked up a skewer of chicken and tasted it, then smiled and said, "Okay."

One person and one ghost stretched out four claws in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, two-thirds of the skewers were missing on the wooden grill. Good guy, you still know how to save a portion for me.

I chewed on the crispy chicken cartilage, thinking about what to do tomorrow—buying mud bricks and tiles, repairing the roof, building an earthen stove, ordering beds and furniture, buying some new dishes, oh, it’s almost winter It's even colder in the mountains, so I need to make a quilt for Zhen Zhen.

The smell of grilled skewers is wafting all over the place, but I'm not too worried. After all, as a grudge-condensing ghost, any beast that comes to our door will add food to us.

But I never expected that the beast did not attract, but a living person was attracted.

... This is the disadvantage of placing the base camp near the village.

However, it was also my initial plan, forget about Zhuohua, Zhenzhen is a living person after all, one day she will grow up to be a big girl, and she will always have contact with other human beings, is it possible to spend the rest of her life with us two ghosts?

He was attracted by an old woodcutter, wearing a straw hat and cloth clothes, with gray temples, carrying a bundle of firewood, and holding an ax in his hand. When he saw us and the barbecue, his vigilance turned to astonishment.

There is no ghost at all, only the smell of flesh and blood of living people, um, they are indeed living people.I was glad in my heart that when I felt someone was there just now, I suppressed my ghostly aura and helped Zhuohua turn into a living person.

"Old man, are you still on the mountain so late? It's not safe." I smiled and didn't relax my guard.

There is a hunter's hut here, and it is normal for a woodcutter to come, but who would stay on the mountain in the middle of the night?Are you really not afraid that tigers and wild wolves will eat him?

"Well, it's a coincidence that the old man stumbled and fell on the mountain today, and it was delayed for some time," the old woodman said with a bitter face, "but the old man has lived at the foot of the mountain all his life. It’s okay to be familiar, but it’s not a problem.”

"On the contrary, it's you, looking at Yansheng, living on the mountain with a baby girl...why don't you go to the village?"

The woodcutter under the mountain?Oh, when I flew over, I did see a house at the foot of the mountain, which was much better than our shabby hut, with a fence tied up, and a one-acre three-point field, where more than a dozen chickens and ducks were raised.

By the way, the fence!I just said that I forgot something, there are many animals on the mountain, for Zhen Zhen's safety, a fence should be erected.

Faced with the old woodcutter's suspicion, I kept my expression unchanged and explained, "We are fugitives."

Any dynasty and any country must conduct population statistics on the people as the basis for tax payment and corvee service.But there are always some people who, for various reasons, became black // households and became "fugitives".

According to the laws of Qi State, if fugitives are found, they will be exiled to work as coolies.

In the flickering firelight, I stared at the woodcutter's face, and asked calmly, "What does the old man think?"

If the other party intends to report to the government, we can only move. After all, the other party did nothing wrong, so it doesn't mean they killed the old man, right?If we move again this time, we can only go deep into the mountains.

To be honest, I don't want to. Living in seclusion is not like living as a savage, completely cut off from civilization.

Idyll sounds good, but Robinson Crusoe is out of the question.

Hearing this, the old woodcutter sighed, as if he was used to such things, and comforted him gently: "Don't be afraid, the old man won't say anything. Over the years, Daqi's taxes have become heavier and heavier, even in the village there are several a fugitive."

Now there are ghosts and ghosts everywhere, and it is not easy for people to live. The village chief is kind and tacitly allows these fugitives to live in a remote part of the village. Their place is close to the ghosts and monsters of Shengguo, and there are occasional ghosts wandering here, so the officials above do not come here once in a few years. It is the village head who takes the young and strong to the county town to pay taxes every year.

But even so, the villagers did not intend to leave, because the taxation here was the lowest, and there was no need for labor.

Tyranny is fiercer than a tiger, and now it seems that it is also fiercer than a ghost.

Seeing the old man's emotion, I gradually felt relieved, took a few more skewers, handed them over enthusiastically and said: "Everyone who comes is a guest, it's a fate, please try my craft."

The old woodcutter was embarrassed to wave his hand, but couldn't bear the aroma of the grilled skewers, so he took a bunch of rice cakes, chewed a couple of mouthfuls, then his eyes lit up, and he quickly finished eating the skewers in his hand, looking at Zhenzhen's clear eyes, he couldn't help but The old man blushed.

"I'm getting old, so I don't want to eat your children's things for nothing, so I'll give you this bundle of firewood." The old woodcutter untied the rope on his body, and put a large bundle of firewood on the ground.

It must be a disadvantage for the elderly to exchange a baked rice cake for a bundle of firewood, but it would be too alienating to refuse.

"I have something to ask the old man." I looked around and said, "The old man is familiar with the village, can you take me to the village tomorrow to buy something?"

The old woodcutter stroked his white beard and nodded: "It should be so. Among other things, the fence and the stove have to be erected. I'll be fine tomorrow, so let's help you with it."

I responded with a smile, and handed over two more rice cakes. Several people sat around the fire, eating and chatting, feeling very comfortable.

When the old woodcutter left, Zhenzhen was already like a kitten, yawning repeatedly, her eyelids were clenched, and she was leaning on me.

This can't work, I haven't washed it yet.

If children don't brush their teeth, they will definitely have tooth decay in the future, and then they will know it hurts. Where can a dentist come from in this barren mountain?

"Brush your teeth and wash your face before going to bed?" I asked softly.

The little girl buried her face in my clothes, leaving the back of her head shaking like a rattle, and said softly like a kitten: "Don't... want to sleep, Ah Ning, why don't you brush your teeth?"

I feel a sweet crit, very cute, but, no.

I looked at Zhuohua helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Go get the salt and wicker, and the bamboo tube filled with clear water."

Zhen Zhen brushed her teeth while dozing off, and finally I covered her face with a towel before I hugged her to sleep on a thick layer of straw.The quilt was too heavy, so we didn't bring it. We just put the thick cotton coat on the little girl and watched her fall into a deep sleep.

Zhuo Hua was also lying on the bedside, looking at Zhen Zhen's fan-like thick eyelashes, she couldn't help but raise her head, and gave me a smirk.

These two idiots, I sighed, patted his head, and lowered my voice: "Go and move the fire outside, be careful, and then guard Zhenzhen, go to rest early."

"You, don't you, rest?" Zhuo Hua tilted his head, Tao Hua's eyes were full of doubts.

"It's still early, I'll pack up the firewood the old man gave me, and build a fence." Anyway, the ghost can't sleep.

"I, help you." Zhuo Hua said eagerly.

I smiled slightly, shook my head and said, "Cultivate your soul body first, I am Ningyuan, I have a ghostly aura on my body. Besides, we have all gone out, what if Zhenzhen is in danger?"

"Take care of Zhenzhen and yourself, good boy."

Yuefeng City.

This city has been captured by the ghost army, and soon, this place will also become a ghost, a real dead city.

Resentment is like a black cloud pressing down on the city, and the ghost army is enjoying a feast of flesh and blood, tearing human skin and eating people's hearts.There are corpses everywhere in the city, and blood washes across the streets. Weng mourns, wives hang, husbands flee, women howl, and children cry, just like a drawing of hell.

According to the usual practice, the Nine Nether Ghost King will rest here for two to three days, let the ghost army have a full meal, and then go to the capital of Qi State.

But he himself did not participate in any feast, and only rested in his tent with his eyes closed.

"Your Majesty." A calm male voice came from outside the door.

Huangquan ghost general Yong Nan, one of the two generals accompanying the army this time, has a steady personality and doesn't like to talk. His ability is to drive the souls of beasts, and he is highly valued by the ghost king. He is the only one who can disturb Jiuyou at this time.

"What's the matter?" Unexpectedly, the ghost king's voice was clear and warm, like a moon shining on a river, or a spring breeze blowing on his face.

"There is a ghost of qi coming from Donghuan City, and he has something important to report." Yong Nan said simply.

If other ghost cultivators heard this sentence nearby, they would definitely be furious. What a mere ghost who transforms gas, what this kind of ant said, actually came to alarm His Majesty the Ghost King?

But the Ghost King of Jiuyou knew this subordinate very well, because of what happened in his life, Yong Nan after his death was also a saw-mouthed gourd, not very good at talking, but he always understood the seriousness, why would he bother him specially for ordinary trivial things?It must be that after hearing this, Yong Nan thought that Wang should know what the gas-transforming ghost said.

After a long silence, the Nine Nether Ghost King responded, "Let him come over."

"Here."

Fatty Chen was brought by Yong Nan to the ghost king's tent, shivering from the heavy ghost pressure all around him, and couldn't even speak a word.

The Nine Nether Ghost King didn't say anything, but calmly restrained his breath, and Fatty Chen let out a long sigh of relief, and almost fell limp on the ground.

Seeing that he still didn't speak, let Wang wait so dryly, Yong Nan looked over with a dead face, Chen Fatty trembled, and immediately lay down on the ground, telling Jiuyou Ghost about the news of Donghuan City like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube king.

Some of them he saw with his own eyes, such as the ghost of resentment born in a mass grave; and others he heard, such as a weak scholar ghost with a girl with an extremely yin body, the same as before. The grieving ghost is gone.

"A ghost saw with his own eyes that they don't eat people, but they can eat normal meals. It's the work of the condensed ghost." Fatty Chen is a smart ghost, otherwise he wouldn't take the opportunity to please a young general of the ghost army and get mixed up all the way. .

The body of extreme yin is rare in a thousand years, but now there is a ghost cultivator who can make meals for ghosts to eat. The most wonderful thing is that this person and a ghost have gathered together. I am afraid that even the ghost king will be moved by this news. interest.

Fatty Chen trembled from the ghost king's aura, but he was very proud of himself. He wondered how much benefit he could get this time, but he heard a clear voice from inside the account asking, "How does that frail book grow?"

ah?Fatty Chen was stunned, the ghost king didn't care about the extremely yin body, nor did he care about resentment ghosts, but asked about the scholar ghost?

Yong Nan looked over silently again, Fatty Chen shuddered, and immediately came back with detailed explanations.

When he was in Donghuan City, he also encountered a scholar ghost once or twice. The ghost was extremely weak, and he didn't like to deal with ghosts. He would only draw circles in the corner.

The ghost king in the king's tent smiled lightly, and murmured, "He's not dead yet."

Fatty Chen heard it in his ears and was shocked. That ordinary weak scholar actually knew the King of Ghosts?

"Where did they go?" Jiuyou Ghost King asked again.

"West." In fact, they didn't understand why the other party wanted to go in the direction of Shiwan Dashan?There are no people or ghosts there, just one after another high mountains and dense forests that block out the sky and the sun.

"Your Majesty." Yong Nan bowed his hands to Wang Zhang with a straight face, "This subordinate will go after him personally."

"You went, what are you going to do?"

Yong Nan was silent for a moment, and said truthfully, "Kill them."

The ghost king laughed again, the faint laughter was sweet and moving, as warm as water and as clear as the wind.

"Why is this so? I also want to see if he is right every time."

"Your honor!"

"There is no need to persuade them anymore, let them go." The ghost king's voice was soft, but he made the final decision.

Fatty Chen was confused when he heard this, but he saw the curtain of the king's tent was lifted, and a slender young man walked out from inside, dressed in white snow, with picturesque features, a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed affectionate but ruthless, with vermilion between his brows, his appearance was compassionate, just like a Buddha's child.

He widened his eyes in shock, what, what's going on, the ghost king, why does the ghost king look exactly like that scholar ghost...?

No, it's just that their eyebrows are similar, but their temperaments are completely different.

The scholar ghost always had a dumbfounded and terrified expression, and lost three points of his beauty, while the Nine Nether Ghost King in front of him looked like a Buddha or a demon, with peach blossom eyes and a smile, so beautiful that he couldn't look like a mortal.

The ghost king looked at the gas-transforming ghost in front of him with a smile, and asked loudly, "Like it?"

"Like... no, no, not like."

"It should be like him, after all, he is also me." The ghost king had a compassionate face, like a disciple of Buddha, but he stretched out his hand like lightning, doing the work of the devil king.

Fatty Chen still had surprise on his face, but he was forever frozen in this moment, leaving a large space in his chest.

The ghost king crushed the black air in his hands, and said with a sigh: "I'm always easy to forget, a ghost has no heart."

Fatty Chen was shattered into pieces of ashes, and his soul was scattered.