Apocalypse of a Hundred Demons: I Became the Strongest Demon Tamer

The old man was very happy, but he was very happy.

In the blood moon, there are countless strange ghost rumors.

For example, painted skin, coroner, butcher.

Legend has it that there are 100 kinds of ghosts, but in fact, less than 30% of them have been seen by humans.

Jin Buhuan is the mysterious existence in this strange legend.

Originally, it was just a legend.

I didn't expect it to be true.

But...

This roast duck was originally for celebrating Chen Qing's coming of age, 18 yuan, but I didn't expect it to appreciate 500,000 times in a blink of an eye.

I was anxious, but now I have a fever, so I can only wait until tomorrow.

The next day.

Chen Qing's health improved,

Put the golden duck in the mountaineering bag and went out.

The largest gold shop in the city is called Baifu Jewelry.

"I want to sell ten gold bars."

The lady at the counter was stunned. Such big customers are not common.

She looked at Chen Qing. He was young and his clothes would not cost more than fifty yuan. She naturally didn't believe it.

Of course, in the service industry, they would not be stupid enough to show their displeasure.

Chen Qing was invited to the VIP room.

After taking out the golden duck with great effort, the lobby manager was stunned.

"This..."

The first reaction was that it was fake.

The second reaction... was also fake.

Golden duck? !

Or roast duck? !

Too realistic!

Every protrusion on the duck skin was clearly visible,

Even the half-plucked duck wings and the hair roots that were not plucked cleanly were lifelike.

"My family used to run a chain of roast duck restaurants. This is the treasure of the store."

After hearing what Chen Qing said, the lobby manager believed it a little.

He asked someone to bring a spectrometer.

Everyone has been dealing with gold all their lives, but this is the first time they have seen a golden duck, and it is so big.

So those who have nothing to do squeezed into the VIP room to see the novelty, and even several counter girls took turns to come and see.

A handheld spectrometer hit it, Au 100%!

This proves that the gold content is at least 99.9%.

It is outrageous!

"Sir, if you want to sell this, you need to cut it open."

"Cut it."

Several security guards asked for a half-person-high hydraulic shear.

They have forgotten how long it was since they last used this treasure.

After laboriously cutting off a piece of duck wings, they took it to the more accurate desktop spectrometer to check...

It is still Au 100%!

It means that the purity is at least 99.999%!

It is outrageous!

The density was measured again, 19.32 g/cm³, as standard as a textbook!

Then it was melted into gold liquid with a flamethrower, and it was still the most standard gold.

"It's a bit unbelievable."

"What the hell!"

"Outrageous, fucking outrageous, outrageous!"

Such a big golden duck is enough to equal the total amount of gold shop recycling in half a year. Soon, a higher-level gold shop leader also came.

For the sake of caution, the golden duck was cut into more than 20 pieces.

They only then discovered that the ribs of the golden duck were carved vividly in the invisible places on the inside.

Is it necessary?

Is this a show of skill by a great craftsman?

The leader of the gold shop has been accompanying Chen Qing and speaking politely.

Finally, the golden duck was verified.

A total of 21259.33 grams.

According to today's recycling price of 440, a total of 9354105.2 yuan.

9.3 million!

The leader of the gold shop smiled so hard that his mouth was crooked.

For recycling, it is natural to buy low and sell high. This duck must make at least one million. If the labor cost is added, it will be even more.

"9 million will be put on the card, and the rest will be paid in cash."

"No problem!"

Soon, 9 million arrived, and the cash was placed in a delicate wooden box and brought to Chen Qing.

Chen Qing went home, tore off the golden silk lining of the wooden box, and wrapped it outside.

And put some ropes and hammers inside.

May be used when climbing the Ghostless Tower.

Chen Man kept watching: "Chen Qing, are you going to sell the house?"

Chen Qing was slightly startled. Did he let Chen Man take pictures of the loan sharks and make him guess?

"Didn't you say that you can't sell this house no matter how poor you are?"

When Chen Man said this, his face was expressionless.

"Do you believe me?" Chen Qing squatted down.

"Believe."

Chen Man nodded, then shook his head: "But if the house is sold, Chen Shan and Chen Kuan won't be able to find us when they come back."

Chen Shan is the father.

Chen Kuan is the eldest brother.

The two mysteriously disappeared, but in the previous life, before the blood moon, Chen Kuan had come back.

He left behind the paper armor and paper knife that Chen Qing and Chen Man relied on to survive until the third blood moon.

But Chen Qing and Chen Man did not

At home, we didn't meet.

"Don't worry, they will call." Chen Qing comforted a few words, and didn't cook, but ordered takeout.

After telling Chen Man to close the door and go to sleep, he came to Wugui Temple in the afterglow of the sunset.

Wugui Temple.

It's not big, but it has a long history.

There is a simple pavilion at the door, which says: 15 yuan for adults, 10 yuan for children, and free for children under 110 cm

Ordinary attractions are closed at this point, but Wugui Temple is special, and there are still a few incense sticks at this time.

Chen Qing bought a ticket, came to the temple, and found the abbot directly.

When he found him, he was wearing reading glasses and watching short videos.

"Donor, what are you doing?"

"I'm here to fulfill a vow," Chen Qing said devoutly, pointing to the box wrapped in yellow brocade beside him: "There was a time when my grandfather was about to go bankrupt, and then he came to this temple, to... is it called the Ghost Tower?"

"The Ghostless Tower."

"Oh, yes, I went to the Ghostless Tower to worship, and later my business was very successful, and I died of old age. So, today I came to the Ghostless Tower to fulfill my vow."

Chen Qing was talking nonsense: "My family hasn't been doing well recently, so while fulfilling my vow, I also want to spend a night here to wash away the bad luck on my body."

"Donor," the abbot said in embarrassment: "The Ghostless Tower has been in disrepair for a long time and has been locked."

Chen Qing pushed two thick envelopes over: "Master, please give me a favor, although these things are vulgar, but as a Buddhist, please repair the temple gate or something."

The abbot's eyes lit up!

I haven't met such a kind and generous donor for several years!

He was full of smiles at the moment: "Such filial piety, we must naturally satisfy it. Hui... Forget it, benefactor, I will take you there."

As he said, he naturally put away the two envelopes and took Chen Qing to the back of the temple.

The front of the temple was well developed, but the back half was still very primitive.

The whole road was full of deep weeds.

The abbot turned on the rear light of his mobile phone...

Finally, Chen Qing saw the Ghostless Tower.

The seven floors were indeed in disrepair for a long time, and each floor was almost covered with spider webs.

After a long time of rustling, the door lock was finally opened.

Suddenly, a musty smell and dust came to my face.

There was also a sound of clattering, which might have scared the mice.

"Donor, it is true that no one has taken care of this place for a long time..." The abbot was a little embarrassed.

Chen Qing shook his head: "It's okay."

He didn't complain, and knelt down directly on the dusty cushion.

He was as pious as he could be.

"Good, good."

The abbot put his hands together and slowly left.

"Abbot, please lock the door."

The abbot was slightly stunned, and locked the door as he was told.

Chen Qing was afraid that they would be worried. If they came to see him in the middle of the night, it would be the end.

He looked around the environment.

It was full of mold, dust everywhere, and the ghosts looked hideous. There were rats flashing by from time to time.

Having been in the ghost tide, this place was not scary.

The Ghostless Temple became quiet around nine o'clock in the evening.

At twelve o'clock, there was no sound. Chen Qing, who had been sitting all over with soreness, moved his body and slowly stood up.

Half of Ximing City knew that the Qibao Demon Tower came from the Ghostless Temple, the seventh floor.

Chen Qing walked lightly, turned on the flashlight, and went up step by step.

Squeak... squeak...

The floor was very unstable, and there was a sound with every step.

Slowly came to the second floor.

There was a sculpture inside, a ghost was nailed to the ground, howling hideously.

There was also a sculpture on the third floor, a ghost was tied tightly with a rope.

There were sculptures on the fourth, fifth, and sixth floors.

Then Chen Qing frowned.

The stairs to the seventh floor were broken.

Chen Qing prepared a rope, but no supporting objects such as a grappling hook.

He gently lifted half of a brick that had been loosened at the window, tied it to the end of the rope, and threw it gently toward the entrance of the corridor.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

Dust waterfalls suddenly formed in the cracks of the floor slabs of the entire floor, falling down.

With a pull, the brick was dragged down smoothly.

Chen Qing took the fallen brick and frowned.

This temple is not big or small, and the noise is probably not transmitted to the front temple, but what if it is?

With that in mind, he wrapped a thick rope around the brick and threw it up again.

Bang!

Another muffled sound.

Chen Qing grabbed the rope and shook it around, hoping to get it to hang on something.

But it failed again.

Then, the third time, the fourth time...

About twenty times.

Finally, when Chen Qing swung it again, the soft rope instantly straightened!

It hung on something!

Chen Qing was overjoyed.

He pulled it a few times to try, and it hung very steadily.

He immediately stepped on the rope to make a loop and put it on his feet, and then he put his hands on the rope and put them on his feet.

He climbed up to the seventh floor with his feet clamped together.

When he shone the flashlight over there, Chen Qing was shocked!

One end of the rope was being held by a ghost with a green face and fangs, and it was winking at him!