I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

Hell.

Tea house ruins.

A dark ghost dragon that was dozens of feet long was suspended in the void, looking coldly at the scorched earth below.

It had just come from the Black Snow Bridge and found that the bridge guarding house there, like the tea house here, had all been burned cleanly by fire, so clean that not even a trace of odor was left, and all evidence had been eliminated.

However, the identical modus operandi also made it certain that the two things should be done by the same person. This person is thoughtful and ruthless, and loves to destroy all evidence by burning. Perhaps, this is the breakthrough.

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Just when the unlucky guy was thinking hard about how to find the "murderer", the perpetrator had already traveled thousands of miles across the underworld and reached the end of the route on the map.

Not far ahead is the City of Wasted Death.

Zhang Deyang said that there is a huge black mountain in Wusi City. After the birth of spiritual wisdom in the black mountain, he practiced for thousands of years and finally became a demon king. The thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum grows on the Black Mountain, not even one or two plants, but a whole patch.

The only and most terrible thing is that this field of Ganoderma lucidum is located in the Holy Lady's Mansion of Black Mountain. The door of the Holy Lady's Mansion is closed all year round, and people who seek it cannot even get in. No matter how hard they try, it is of no avail.

Perhaps this is also the main reason why the employer posted this task in the Yama Palace...

Qin Yao had watched "A Chinese Ghost Story". Although it had been a long time and the plot in his memory was a little blurry or even confusing, how could he forget the key BOSS, the Black Mountain Old Demon?

Therefore, when Zhang Deyang mentioned the Black Mountain in the City of Wasted Death, he remembered the name of this old demon.

But other than that, even after thinking about it, he couldn't think of any information about the Saint of Montenegro. I don’t know if he forgot about it, or this character was not included in the three Chinese Ghost Stories!

In addition, he was not sure whether the story of A Chinese Ghost Story had ever happened in this world. If not, and it was just the name of Montenegro, then the memory of A Chinese Ghost Story in his mind would be useless!

Half an hour later.

Qin Yao sat in a private room of a restaurant and handed a five-hundred-tael paper to the storyteller in the restaurant: "I heard that you are the most well-informed and know all kinds of interesting things. I I’m new here and I’m not familiar with this place. I want to know more about it. Sir, can you help me?”

"Of course, being kind to ghosts means accumulating moral virtue for yourself." The storyteller had quick eyesight and put the ghost paper into his sleeve in the blink of an eye: "What do you want to hear?"

"There's no point." Qin Yao said lightly: "First talk about this city of futile death."

The storyteller coughed slightly and pointed downwards: "The City of Unfair Death under our feet is a giant city in the underworld built by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to house the souls of unworthy death. It is now under the jurisdiction of King Bian Cheng, the sixth palace of Yama.

Why die in vain? Die a wrongful death!

Therefore, it is said that all the ghosts living in the city are full of grievances. There are many ghosts who cannot stand the erosion of the grievances. Their resentment eats their hearts, and they will become mentally disordered.

Therefore, the ghosts in the City of Wasted Death are the ghosts that cannot be judged by common sense. Many ghosts have inner demons, and they only like to do things that harm others and do not benefit themselves, and they also like to do meaningless things.

For example, you are walking down the street and suddenly a ghost jumps out and stabs you with a knife. Have you offended him? No. Is it good for him to stab you? nor. But this kind of thing is simply not too common.

If this ghost is not punished in the end, will you be angry or resentful? Do you want to take a knife to find an unpleasant ghost and stab it? Resentment is also constantly accumulated in this way. "

Qin Yao was secretly speechless.

In this case, isn't this City of Wasted Death equivalent to an unregulated mental hospital?

damn it.

It’s inexplicably exciting!

"By the way, will you suddenly take out a knife and stab me while you are still talking?" Qin Yao asked with interest shortly after.

Mr. Storyteller: "..."

I'm not mentally ill.

Thanks.

"Don't look at me like that, as if I'm going to do something to you." Qin Yao waved his hand and said, "Go on, tell me which ghosts and gods are not to be messed with in the city. I will avoid them in the future."

The storyteller exhaled and said: "Except for the underworld's messengers, there are three giants in the city who should not be messed with."

"Which Big Three?"

"The number one ranking is Mr. Heishan. He has been here longer than the time that Fusicheng City was established. Even King Bian Cheng will not trouble him.

Ranked second is the Marquis of Huaiyin. It is said that after he died in vain, the soul-seducing messengers did not dare to lock their souls. It was he who led the soul-seducing messengers to the underworld.

The judge did not dare to judge, and he came to the city in vain.

Since he came to the City of Fusi, anyone who opposes him will disappear without any reason in a short time.

The third one is called Wen Zhong. It is said that King Bian Cheng has always wanted to take him under his command, but Wen Zhong has never agreed. For King Bian Cheng's sake, no ghost dared to test his skills. "

Qin Yao nodded silently: "Tell me about this Black Mountain Master in detail."

"There are millions of elite soldiers on the Black Mountain. Under Master Black Mountain, there is a saint, two guardians, each responsible for a number of ghost kings..."

"Wait, saint?" Qin Yao showed a very interested look: "Tell me about this saint."

The storyteller pursed his lips and said, "I, or most of the ghosts and gods in Wusi City don't know much about this Black Mountain Saint. I only know that she was invited to take office by the Black Mountain Master."

Qin Yao's thoughts raced: "Then, is there anything else?"

"Master Heishan values ​​this saintess very much and spends countless resources on her to build a saintess mansion. However, the strange thing is that even though he values ​​her so much, no one has ever seen the two of them appear together."

Qin Yao said softly: "This is interesting."

"The more interesting thing is yet to come." The storyteller said mysteriously: "It is said that every year, a Buddha comes from the west, comes to the City of Wanshi, and stops in front of the Holy Lady's Mansion."

"Buddha!" ​​Qin Yao paused slightly, as if he had grasped the key point, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Because of this, although there are countless lunatics in the city, few lunatics dare to go to the Holy Lady's Mansion to make trouble. If you offend an official, you will be whipped. If you offend ghosts and gods, you will be beaten to death. But if you offend Buddhism, Buddha will let you go. You took refuge." Mr. Storyteller said.

Qin Yao said: "Last question, where is the Saintess' Mansion?"

The storyteller was stunned and said in astonishment: "Didn't you understand what I just said?"

Qin Yao smiled and said, "I heard you clearly, but I'm not looking for trouble. Why are you worried about this?"

The storyteller hesitated for a moment and said, "Go to the east of the city. The most luxurious mansion is there. There is also a plaque on the door."

Qin Yao stood up and walked towards the door: "Thank you very much. See you soon."

The storyteller turned to look at his back and sighed slightly: "Curiosity kills ghosts. I'm afraid there will be no chance to see him again in the future..."