Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

  Chapter 68 The most inappropriate jailer

  Ren Qing smiled awkwardly.

   He then learned from Mu Yi that the reason why it took more than 20 days was mainly because Lin Cheng had not recovered from his serious injury, and it was only now that he confirmed the quota for the reserve.

   "There are four people in the reserve this time. After you are promoted to the ghost realm, you will become an official jailer after one year."

  Muyi took out this booklet and asked: "You tell me your major in magic, and if there is anything related to strange things, the Jailor's Hall will send you there according to the magic."

  Ren Qing said without hesitation: "Major in the blindness method, the realm is the half-corpse realm with heavy pupils."

   Usually similar tasks, there are at least two or three jailers and reservists, and the auxiliary ability of the heavy pupil is the most suitable for soy sauce.

"kindness?"

  Mu Yi was stunned.

The    Eyeless Technique is not a rare technique in the jailer's hall, after all, it was inexplicably spread a few years ago.

   But it was the first time that the double-eyed person heard it, which made her a little curious.

   "What are the specific abilities of those with heavy pupils?"

  Ren Qing just said that his eyes can see more details.

   and the separation of the soul, which was gradually developed, was deliberately concealed.

  Mu Yi didn't feel anything strange after hearing it, and even when he recorded it, he only briefly described the person with lower pupils.

   It can be seen from Ren Qing's performance in the restricted area of ​​​​disaster elimination that it will not take too long for the opponent to be promoted to the ghost realm, so it is better to sell face.

   "Actually, some monks live in the jailer's hall to facilitate access to resources."

  Ren Qing couldn't help but ask, "Is there a market for trading in the Jailer's Hall?"

   "There is a place called a ghost market, but it only opens on the fifteenth of every month."

  Ren Qing quickly thanked him.

   Hearing Mu Yi say again: "I wonder if Song Lao has mentioned the secret pavilion with you, there are people who are promoted to the ghost realm..."

Before   Mu Yi finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared into pieces and disappeared. It turned out to be just a puppet created by magic.

   After thinking about it for a while, Ren Qing decided to go to the secret pavilion before he was promoted, but he would finish his work with the outside world first.

   He was hesitant to move out of the Fire Works Hall, so he simply kept an eye out for a suitable courtyard in the city.

   But before Ren Qing could make a choice, the Zhao Shuli who learned the news was even more anxious than him.

  When Zhao Shuli heard that Ren Qing had become a reservist, he felt incredible at first.

   He has indeed come into contact with Ren Qing a few times, but he only feels that Ren Qing is more alert. Could it be that he has already mastered immortal art?

   Immediately, Scribe Zhao realized that this was a great opportunity.

  If you can keep Ren Qing, even if it is only a virtual post, you will have a support in case of trouble.

  Scribe Zhao sneaked to the Fireworks Hall, and the two quickly reached a consensus.

  Ren Qing usually doesn't need to pay attention to the matter of Huogongtang.

   Even if the clerk of Zhao asks for himself, his duty is only to confirm the situation, so as not to cause a large number of casualties in the yamen.

  Ren Qing's salary has naturally increased a lot, so why not do it.

   In this way, he changed from a hands-off shopkeeper in the dark to a hands-off shopkeeper on the bright side, and Bo Feng called him a good guy.

The    Blood Dog Gang may have also heard of it. Since then, they have been sending the eyes of livestock to the yamen.

  Ren Qing smiled on the surface, but in fact, he has already started to consider whether to completely cut off the stew business.

   Fighting between gangs intensifies.

   There are more than a dozen corpses in the west of the city every day, among them even monks in the warrior realm. It can be seen that the situation is a little out of control.

  Ren Qing did not intend to intervene.

   He just wanted to be promoted to the ghost realm as soon as possible, and before he knew it, the accumulated lifespan had exceeded ten years.

   It seems that this trip to the Secret Pavilion is unavoidable.

   Even if it is forcibly promoted with information flow, it should go according to reason.

   At least you can take less detours.

  Ren Qing took out the bone spoon from the foreign stomach late at night.

   He put on a rain-proof cloak and hat, and covered his face with a black cloth.

   Immediately, Ren Qing slashed his palm, and the bone spoon greedily absorbed the blood, becoming as warm as jade.

   Ten breaths were fleeting, and the bone spoon turned into blood-red powder.

  Ren Qing, according to Song Zongwu's words, dipped some blood powder with his fingertips, and then drew the shape of a doorway on the wall of the wing.

  The smell of blood pervades.

  The bricks in the doorway gradually turned into rotting flesh, giving the impression that they were pieced together from minced meat.

   After a long time, the flesh and blood door became ordinary wood.

   But Ren Qing always felt that the texture of the original wooden door became more and more distorted, and it looked a bit like a distorted and deformed face.

   He made up his mind and stepped forward, and he was plunged into boundless darkness before his eyes.

  Ren Qing found the tunnel leading to the Jailer's Hall with ease this time, and after a brief period of weightlessness, he landed on the ground.

   He couldn't help looking around, and quickly figured out where he was in the pouring blood, but it was still at the junction between the ribs and the stomach wall.

  Ren Qing tapped the next piece of bone spoon and put it into the different stomach, and then went down along the rib.

   may be because the selection of the reserve is over, and there are more people in the prison hall.

  Ren Qing met several strange-looking jailers on the road.

   There is even a mouth with a mouth like a mosquito on its face, which is constantly sucking the blood spurting out of the stomach wall.

  Ren Qing didn't have too much contact, just followed the route that Song Zong did not draw, and went to the northwest corner of the Jailer's Hall.

   He wasn't worried about getting lost in the jailhouse.

  The secret pavilion is still easier to find. After all, it looks like an upside-down five-story tower and is the tallest building in the prison hall.

   It’s a pity that the ghost market is still more than half a month away from opening, otherwise, you will be able to see it along the way.

   After Ren Qing was far away from the ribs, the number of people who could meet the jailer gradually became rare.

   In fact, most of the jailers lived in the outside world. In addition, the area of ​​Avici Hell was relatively vast, and there were not many areas that were really divided by the jailers.

  Ren Qing is not in a hurry to reach the secret pavilion, and focuses on training himself.

  The pig's eye was swallowed one by one, and his lifespan increased steadily.

   When Ren Qing could vaguely see the tower through the fog, he quickly accelerated his pace.

   After half an hour, a quaint black tower appeared in his eyes.

  The tower is big and small, like a funnel standing on a mountain bag, which is very strange.

  Ren Qing came to the front of the pagoda, pushed open the closed door with light force, and heavy dust rushed toward his face.

  There are eight bookshelves on the first floor, and there are spider webs everywhere in the corners. It can be seen that there are not many jailers who come here on weekdays.

  Ren Qing was choked by the dust and couldn't help coughing a few times.

   Then came the sound of footsteps.

   A jailer hurried out of the secret pavilion after discovering the stranger.

   Ren Qing glanced subconsciously, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

  The earth has completely lost its human appearance, and the traces of animalization on his body are even more obvious. He is covered in thick scales, which can only be vaguely recognized by his eyes.

   "Cough, cough, do we recognize each other?"

   The hoarse voice of the land sounded.

   "Senior, I don't know."

  Ren Qing replied with a blank face, and he swept across the ground from the corner of his eye, always feeling a little different from the jailer he had come into contact with.

   The two passed by, and the land disappeared in the rain of blood.

   [No accident, promotion tomorrow! 】

   Thanks to book friend 20200405210507708, there is no hometown, book friend 20210223214826751, Sen and zero, book friend 141023150059369.

   (end of this chapter)