Urban Medical God

"Sister Guifei, Yanhuang Dachi, welcome you two.

At this moment, a cold voice came from the Holy Land, and a beautiful purple-haired woman strode out with a few followers. It was none other than the ruler of the Ghost World Holy Land, Zi Mei You Ji!

She personally came out to greet Hongluan Guifei and Yanhuang Dachi.

"Oh, sister Youji, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you are beautiful again. If I were a man, I would spend the night with you."

Hongluan Ghost Concubine smiled and said that she and Zi Mei Youji's camp usually fought fiercely overtly and covertly, but the relationship between the two was quite good in private, and they were considered sisters. Fighting was helpless because there were only so many resources in the ghost world. It is impossible to survive without fighting, unless the Star Dome Railway is built and large-scale migration is carried out to the outside world.

"Junior brother, let me introduce to you. This is your second senior sister. Please call her Sister Youji."

Hongluan Ghost Concubine pointed at Zi Mei Youji and introduced her to Ye Chen with a smile.

Ye Chen was stunned, looking at Zi Mei Youji, saying nothing, still remembering the fierce appearance of the opponent who crushed the Ghost Dao Patriarch.

If Yanhuang Dachi hadn't arrived at that time, she might have killed Ye Chen.

Zi Mei Youji frowned and said: "Ghost Concubine, what are you doing, do you really think he is the descendant of the ancestor?"

Hongluan Ghost Concubine smiled and said: "Master Patriarch has manifested his spirit, how can it be fake? And our real enemy is the Chou Emperor. Your spirit has been blinded by the evil spirit of the Chou God, so you have all kinds of misunderstandings about my junior brother."

When Zi Meiyouji heard the word "Ugly Emperor", she frowned even deeper. She had heard the Flame Demon Temple mention it before, but because she didn't catch the relevant secret, she didn't believe it. She just thought it was a trick played by the Flame Demon Temple.

She even thought that the Ugly Emperor Demon Sect was a force secretly cultivated by the Flame Demon Temple.

"My Dao heart is pure, my thoughts are innocent, and I have never been deceived!"

"Ghost Concubine, I think you are the one who was deceived!"

Zi Mei Youji was still stubborn and said coldly.

Hongluan Ghost Concubine chuckled and said: "Well, the Chou Emperor will definitely come today anyway. When he appears, you have to deal with him with me.

Zi Mei You Ji was noncommittal and said calmly: "Come in first, the sacrifice is about to begin."

Hongluan Ghost Concubine nodded and said with a smile: "I'm not in a hurry. Let me test my junior brother first to see how many soul coins his soul is worth."

With that said, Hongluan Ghost Concubine pulled Ye Chen to a stone tablet next to the entrance.

The stone tablet is huge, with the word "soul" engraved on it. There is a table and a chair underneath, and an old man is sitting there.

The old man has a deep breath and is wearing a gray robe. The robe is filled with ghostly aura, which turns into skulls, swirling around his body, exuding a strong and ferocious evil aura. His strength is obviously extraordinary. Compared with Hongluan Ghost Concubine and Zi Mei Compared with Youji and others, he is not inferior at all.

At this time, there were already several people queuing up beside the old man. They seemed to be doing a test. They put their palms on the soul tablet. The light on the tablet twisted and a numerical value appeared.

When a warrior in the Shinto realm puts his hand on it, the value displayed is ten thousand.

"Your soul is worth ten thousand soul coins."

The old man spoke calmly, holding a clay basin with both hands. The basin was engraved with the word "Gathering Souls". There were some ghostly copper coins inside, which were soul coins. He was stirring the basin with one hand. , the copper coins rustled.

When the warrior saw his soul value, he gritted his teeth and seemed dissatisfied, saying, "Exchange it for five thousand soul coins for me."

The old man said: "Five thousand? Can you bear the loss of half of your soul?"

The warrior gritted his teeth and said, "I can bear it."

The old man said "Hmm", took out a soul-capturing rod, and lightly tapped the warrior on the forehead. Half of the latter's soul was pulled out and he screamed.

This half soul is equivalent to half of the warrior's clone. It has the same thoughts as the main body. Under the capture of the soul-destroying rod, it screams and is entangled by the demonic energy on the soul-destroying rod. It cannot break free. It seems very pain.

The old man collected the half soul, took out five thousand soul coins from the soul basin, handed it to the warrior, and said: "Within one month, I can come and redeem your half soul. The interest will be one cent. If you don't redeem it, , I will fill your soul into the Soul-Swallowing Ghost Bead."

The warrior's face turned pale, he accepted the soul coin and said, "Yes, Mr. Ghost, I understand."

He sold his soul and after getting the soul coin, he hurriedly entered the holy land.

There are many stalls in the holy land, selling all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, as well as magical weapons, secret weapons, ancient artifacts, etc. Many treasures are available. You can sell your soul in exchange for soul coins, and then exchange them. There are not a few people who have rare treasures.

"Come on, next one."

The old man continued to test people, and stirred the soul basin with one hand. The number of soul coins in the soul basin seemed to be small, but it seemed to be inexhaustible and would never be exhausted.

Ye Chen saw another Tianyuan realm warrior testing his soul. The value he tested was 100,000. Compared to the Shinto realm warrior just now, his soul was ten times more powerful.

Then there was another Tianyuan realm warrior test. The value measured this time was only a few thousand, which was not even as good as the first Shen Dao realm warrior.

Seeing this scene, Ye Chen felt a little strange. It seemed that there was no absolute relationship between the value of the soul and the level of cultivation.