"World of Gods and Ghosts?"
Wu Ming looked confused and innocent. Of course, he wouldn't admit that he was prepared.
"How is that possible? The difficulty of a flood-level mission is already a medium-sized mission, and it's a world where Gods and Ghosts exist … "
On the other side, Tu Yanghao's face had completely changed. Even the grim-faced swordsman and the young woman next to Wu Ming didn't look too good.
"Sister, is the flood-level mission of the Main God's Temple difficult?"
Asked Wu Ming as he approached the young woman and bowed.
"Hehe … You really know how to talk. My name is Shan Lan. What about you?"
Obviously, Wu Ming's appearance wasn't bad. At least his innate charm was quite high, which made it hard for people to dislike him. Shan Lan laughed so hard that she looked even more charming.
"I'm John Doe!"
Since the other party had given him a nickname, Wu Ming naturally followed the advice.
"Not bad, Brother John!"
Shan Lan laughed. "I like smart guys like you! Today, I'll give you a piece of news! The Desolate-Level mission is the easiest, followed by the flood-level mission. According to usual practice, it should be a small-scale mission with low difficulty. The enemies are at most Innate or Physical Invulnerability Level One. There are very few ghost-type missions … But now, the difficulty has obviously increased … "
At this point, even a trace of worry appeared on her face.
"No wonder Tu Yanghao looked so proud before, but now he's like an ant on a hot pan. No wonder he went fishing with the mentality of a leisurely vacation, and finally touched a great white shark. This is the feeling …"
Wu Ming was speechless. This change … Could it have something to do with me?
He had a vague guess. Perhaps it was because of the jade pendant he brought that made up the part of the Main God's Temple, making the world more realistic and increasing the difficulty.
Then … What's the purpose of the Main God's Temple? It can't be just for fun, right?
A light flashed in Wu Ming's eyes as he pondered. Then he said loudly, "Everyone … The mission requires us to rush to Heitai County, but there is no time limit. Does this mean that there will be danger along the way, forcing us to go?"
"That makes sense!"
Tu Yanghao said, "Now … we have no choice but to work together!"
As soon as he said that, even Shan Lan and the other cold-faced swordsman were a little moved. However, Wu Ming shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I am used to being alone!"
He refused without hesitation!
Hearing this, Tu Yanghao's face suddenly darkened.
"This friend …"
Tu Yanghao still wanted to say something, but the shadows of the trees swayed around him, and the sound of sobbing could be heard, as if ghosts were crying!
Wu wu!
The morning was dark and gloomy. Amidst the thick fog, the sobbing sounds that came from all directions could make one's scalp go numb.
There was even a faint black shadow within the white mist. It was bleeding from its seven orifices, and it seemed to have died a horrible death.
"Wandering ghosts?!"
A name appeared in Wu Ming's mind, but he was not afraid.
After all, there was no lack of such things in the Dazhou World. As for real wandering ghosts, they could at most make some sneaky sounds to scare people, and they were restrained by masculinity and filth. As long as they were not malicious ghosts or evil ghosts, they would not be a hindrance.
"Hey!"
At this moment, among the newcomers who had just gotten up, a scholarly young man wearing a scholar's robe and a scholar's scarf stood out and shouted at the ghosts, "It's broad daylight, and you ghosts, why aren't you retreating?!"
Whoosh!
His words were sonorous and powerful, and there seemed to be an invisible force field that spread out.
When the ghosts touched it, it was like cold water meeting boiling oil. Sizzling sounds came from their bodies, and with a tragic cry, they disappeared into the darkness.
"Oh? I didn't expect there to be a scholar who cultivates Noble Spirit! "
However, Wu Ming's eyes lit up.
For such ghosts, a martial artist could shout, or even an ordinary person could bite the tip of their tongue to chase them away. However, the effect would not be as good as this scholar!
There was a saying in Confucianism: I am good at cultivating Noble Spirit!
This Noble Spirit was a unique superpower of Confucianism! If one reached the stage of a famous Confucian, even the Ghost King would have to retreat with a casual shout. Even demons who cultivated evil arts would feel uneasy, and their demonic cultivation would be greatly reduced!
Of course, this scholar was far from reaching this stage. However, he was considered to be righteous and had some achievements in his studies. If he went to Dazhou for the imperial examinations, he would be more than enough to become a scholar.
"Young Master …"
Tu Yanghao curled his lips, and a person beside him immediately stepped forward, obviously trying to rope him in.
No matter what, a Confucian scholar who cultivated Noble Spirit was quite useful in this world of ghosts and gods.
"Wait …"
Wu Ming's scalp suddenly tightened, and his back turned numb. "How can there be wandering ghosts in a random place? Aren't there ghost soldiers, land gods, city gods, and other Yin spirits to guide them the moment they are born? Or is this place … a Yin land?! "
"Look!"
Shan Lan screamed. More and more shadows appeared in the fog. All of them had pale faces, and there were no wandering ghosts under their feet.
In fact, in the center of the ghosts, in the thick fog, there were traces of black gas appearing, and strange laughter was heard.
"Malicious ghosts!"
Wu Ming murmured.
If wandering ghosts were equivalent to ordinary people, then malicious ghosts would at least be at the level of elite soldiers.
"There … there are so many of them!"
The scholar's face turned pale as well. He knew that with his Qi cultivation, he could see his nature clearly, and no evil could invade him. Even ten wandering ghosts would not be able to get close to him. However, malicious ghosts were different! These ghosts had Yin Qi. If he did not care about the consumption, three to five of them would be difficult for him to sustain, and they would swarm him together.
Even if a martial artist's Qi and blood were masculine, if they were haunted by malicious ghosts, they might fall seriously ill, or even die.
The fog became thicker, and the footsteps of the ghosts were getting closer.
"Everyone, gather together. Don't be afraid. We are full of Qi, and if we stand together, the ghosts will not dare to offend us. Let's charge out together!"
Tu Yanghao said in a deep voice, and there was a sense of majesty in him.
However, Wu Ming did not say a word, and suddenly charged into the fog.
"Is this person a fool?"
Shan Lan and the others looked at each other, and their eyes gradually widened.
This was because after Wu Ming entered the fog, the ghosts retreated, and even the black gas did the same.
"Cultivator?! No, it's a Spirit Pill! "
Tu Yanghao exclaimed, and there was a tinge of envy and regret in his tone.
With his wealth, a Spirit Pill was nothing. However, did he have to exchange for this every time he completed a mission?
Did he have to improve his martial arts mental cultivation method? Did he have to prepare medicine? There were also items to prevent witchcraft, venomous spells, Dao techniques, and even merit points to be prepared …
Basically, it was good enough to exchange for a few Exorcism Talismans that specialized in restraining ghosts.
They were not like Wu Ming, who knew the specific information, and then exchanged for them. The effect was naturally extraordinary.
"But … can this newbie exchange for all the talismans that specialized in restraining ghosts? If he is so careless, he will suffer sooner or later!"
Tu Yanghao laughed coldly in his heart. Soon after, he put on a righteous expression and quickly got into formation. The scholar with the Righteous Qi was at the front, followed by a few people from the Blood Slaughter Union. Shan Lan and the cold-faced swordsman stood on the left and right respectively. They bit the bullet and charged into the fog.
…
"This is quite interesting!"
Wu Ming had the Spirit Pill's sachet on his arm, and he looked at the greyish-white ghosts that could not avoid going deeper and deeper into the fog.
In Dazhou, the Yin Spirit System was complete, and humans and ghosts were different. There were not so many ghosts for him to feast his eyes on.
At this moment, looking at the numb and pale faces of the old, weak, women, and children, if it were an ordinary person, they would have trembled and run away.
"Malicious ghosts?"
Wu Ming looked at the few black auras in front of him. They were only slightly fearful of the Spirit Pill on his body, and looked eager to attack. He could not help but smile, and patted the long cloth on his back.
Swoosh!
A purplish-bronze peach wood sword appeared in his hand. With a cold laugh, he stabbed forward.
The peach wood sword could avoid ghosts and gods, and he was at the peak of the Physical Body Realm Level Five. He had about forty to fifty percent of the power of an Innate. The sword shadow flashed, and there was even a glimmer of sword light, which was dazzling.
"Ah!"
The malicious ghost screamed, and its body was destroyed by the sword Qi. Traces of greyish-black aura appeared, and it could not reform.
Seeing this, the surrounding ghosts retreated, and they could not wait to avoid Wu Ming.
"It's a pity … I don't have any merit points …"
Wu Ming kept his sword, and his lips twitched. He looked behind him, and realized that he had left the group of people far behind.
"I wonder how many copies of the announcement are there in Hei Tai County?"
Wu Ming continued forward, and realized that after walking out of the thick fog, he could vaguely see a small path. After walking for another hour, he saw signs of human habitation.
"So this is the only way down the mountain …"
Wu Ming looked back, and saw a huge black shadow hidden in the fog. It looked like a ferocious beast that devoured all living things, and he could not help but sigh.
At this moment, after walking down the mountain, he saw a dilapidated town.
There were no strong men, and most of them were old men with white hair. Their faces were numb and lifeless.
However, when they saw Wu Ming, they looked as if they had seen a ghost.
"Sir, are you from Hei Shan?"
Wu Ming walked to the center of the town, and an old man walked forward with a walking stick. His wrinkled face looked at Wu Ming nervously.
"Yes … May I know where this place is? Where is Hei Tai County? "
Wu Ming asked, and he bowed.
"This is Hei Water Town. After leaving the town, walk another 20 miles to the east, and you will reach the county …"
The old man turned away, and he did not dare to accept Wu Ming's bow. He said, "Since you came from Hei Shan, you must be a messenger from Hei Shan, or a person with special skills. How can I be rude?"
"Hei Shan?!"
Wu Ming looked at the mountain range behind him, and his eyes narrowed. It was a place that seemed to never see the light of day, and it seemed to be endless. "It seems like this mountain is also a dangerous place …"
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