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Chapter 472 Hungry? Yes, you must be hungry!
Bai Lingfeng hesitated because he didn't want to be trapped at the Sanshan outpost.

The composition of the Three Mountains Garrison is too complex. Unless the number of independent people he leads reaches half the number of the underworld officials in the Three Mountains Garrison, it will be difficult for him to get ahead if he stays in the Three Mountains Garrison.

And this is under the most ideal circumstances.

If the number of independent players really surges to more than half, it's uncertain whether he will still be able to lead this team, or whether they will still be of one mind.

Therefore, staying at the Sanshan base meant being suppressed by the other teams and struggling to survive.

But if you go to other locations, it's a different story.

Putting aside everything else, just take Zhouzhuang Ancient Town. If we could take a group of brothers there, even if Bai Yongnian and the others were not satisfied, so what?

They couldn't possibly occupy such a large base, let alone the 'resources' around it. It certainly wouldn't be like the Yin-Yang areas around the Three Mountains base, where at least five or six people were hunting ghosts in any easy place.

Moreover, the number of ghosts will decrease as the underworld officials hunt them down.

What will we do after all the easy areas have been conquered?
They would have to find other suitable underworld areas on their own and go to more distant places. If something happened during this process, it would be a loss.

Therefore, Bai Lingfeng became even more conflicted after hearing that he could not leave.

Having already experienced the Yaksha equipment, he found it difficult to give up his Yaksha identity. He didn't know if giving up this opportunity and actually going to other outposts would make it possible for him to become a Yaksha again.

As for Ding Xiuyuan, he didn't have much of a dilemma.

Although he wanted to become a Yaksha, the number of Yin Messengers that the Three Mountains Garrison could accommodate was too small.

Even if people move away later, there won't be many empty spaces.

His task was to go to the Zhouzhuang Ancient Town headquarters and use the guidance mission there to bring more of his colleagues from the Bureau of Investigation to the underworld to become underworld officials.

As for the merit he needs for his relocation, the higher-ups have already contacted those chosen ones in the underworld who belong to the Bureau of Investigation and asked them to help fund it.

He doesn't need to pay the 500 yin virtues required for the household registration transfer application, nor does he need to pay the 1,800 yin virtues required for the 36 evil spirits.

All he needs to do is leave the Sanshan base and go to the Zhouzhuang Ancient Town base to complete the reception task!
It seemed good, but like Bai Lingfeng, Ding Xiuyuan didn't want to give up after experiencing the Yaksha equipment.

Unfortunately, he couldn't refuse the bureau's orders; at least for now, he had no right to refuse.

Just as Ding Xiuyuan was about to refuse, Bai Lingfeng spoke up first.

"Lord Jiuri, if I may ask, if I give up this spot and go to another post, will I still be able to participate in the patrolling yaksha recruitment mission again?"

Jiuri looked at Bai Lingfeng and nodded.

"Yes, but you will have all your memories of this assessment erased along with the other Yin messengers who failed this assessment. This way, it won't be unfair to the next assessment."

Bai Lingfeng's expression froze.

If his memory is erased, will he be able to pass the test next time?

After only a moment's hesitation, Bai Lingfeng made up his mind.

Being able to pass the assessment is already good enough; to ask for more would be too greedy.

However, he still asked one more question: "Lord Jiuri, have you finished recruiting the patrolling yakshas in Zhouzhuang Ancient Town?"

If Bai Lingfeng remembers correctly, Bai Yongnian and his group had fewer than ten people on that occasion!

Excluding Ye Chang, who is already the station manager and cannot participate in the Yaksha assessment, there are probably only seven people left.

Even if they don't have to take the assessment, there are still three spots available!
But what happened nine days later brought him both surprise and disappointment.

"The number of underworld officials stationed in Zhouzhuang Ancient Town is too small, so recruitment has not yet begun. The assessment will only begin after the number of underworld officials reaches 108."

"I see!"

After Bai Lingfeng finished speaking, he cupped his hands and said, "Lord Jiuri, I am giving up on this Yaksha assessment!"

"I give up too!"

Bai Lingfeng turned his head and saw Ding Xiuyuan.

He immediately realized that the other person shared his idea and wanted to go to another location, most likely Zhouzhuang Ancient Town.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, he knew very well who Ding Xiuyuan represented.

Therefore, it seems that Zhouzhuang Ancient Town will also become less peaceful in the future.

Does this mean we have to wait for the third base to open before relocating?

Bai Lingfeng left the group of ten after pondering for a moment.

On the ninth day, he looked at the crowd again: "Two people will leave, and two people will fill in."

Immediately afterwards, the two underworld messengers whose names were called came out with joy on their faces.

On the ninth day, he asked again, and seeing that no one had given up, he led the ten men directly toward the large banyan tree in the center of the camp.

As I passed by the entrance to the camp, I left a mirror standing there.

"All the underworld messengers who participate in the assessment must walk in front of the mirror before they can enter the station."

After saying that, he left without waiting for the underworld officials to carry it out.

The ten underworld messengers who passed the test followed Jiu Ri all the way to the big banyan tree.

There is only one household under the big banyan tree in the Sanshan settlement, and no one lives there. Usually, no one dares to come here.

Since this was where everyone first saw the Lord of the Underworld, they assumed that this place was like the lord's mansion in an ancient city, and no one dared to approach it.

Even those children who ran wild in the Sanshan garrison had been disciplined countless times.

After bringing the ten people to the banyan tree on the ninth day, he simply threw ten seals at them.

Upon receiving it, the ten people realized that it was the same Yaksha Seal they had received before.

"Once you take the Yaksha Seal, you become a Yaksha who patrols the underworld."

"It is still necessary to clarify the relevant rights and obligations of the Yakshas who patrol the underworld."

Upon hearing this, all ten people perked up their ears.

"First and foremost, it is the responsibility of the Yakshas patrolling the underworld."

"The Yakshas who patrol the underworld not only guard their posts and protect their stability, but also travel in the mortal world. In some special times, they also have to do some special things, such as the underworld procession."

"Therefore, the patrolling Yakshas bear great responsibility. In a sense, it is not an exaggeration to say that they represent the face of the underworld to the outside world."

Next, Jiu Ri explained the details to the ten people.

The so-called worldly tour is not about inspecting the human world or catching ghosts and eliminating evil.

Alternatively, once the underworld reaches a certain level, it wouldn't be impossible for itinerant yakshas to monitor the human world.

However, so far, the so-called "roaming the mortal world" refers to patrolling all the cities where the underworld officials live within their jurisdiction, protecting the safety of the underworld officials in the mortal world, including their relatives.

During this process, any evil spirits encountered will be eliminated by the patrolling yakshas. If humans commit evil deeds, they do not need to be killed, but the yakshas can decide whether to throw them into hell to be punished.

Among the ten yakshas, ​​there will be one yaksha leader.

The leader of the Yakshas has the power to throw his targets into 'hell'.

The target can be a person, a ghost, or even a wicked underworld official!
The Yaksha leader goes on a pilgrimage to the mortal world every three days, always accompanied by two patrolling Yakshas on duty that day. They can only return after the pilgrimage is over.

This is a tour of the mortal world.

Another task is to guard the garrison.

The yakshas guarding the encampment were divided into groups of three. Each group would stay for three days, after which the next group would take their place, and this cycle would continue.

Anyone who disrupts the security of the area, whether a stranger or a ghost messenger, will be punished.

Those who commit minor offenses will be punished for their sins, while those who commit serious offenses will be thrown into hell to undergo further punishment.

If a ghost messenger makes a serious mistake, their status as a ghost messenger may be revoked.

This is the duty of guarding the garrison.

Finally, if necessary, all Yakshas must be prepared to follow the instructions of the underworld.

What exactly it is depends on the circumstances.

"That concludes the duties of the patrolling Yaksha."

Jiu Ri looked at everyone.

"Of course, with responsibility comes corresponding rewards."

Upon hearing this, the ten men perked up.

"The Yaksha leader can obtain a Yin-Yang palanquin."

A yin-yang sedan chair?

All ten people were shocked!
The three-day free use of the Yin-Yang palanquin granted by the underworld has expired. To use it again, one must consume Yin virtue.

Although the cost of Yin-Yang palanquins is less than that of stickers, they cannot be used as a means of transportation casually. Most Yin messengers will only go to the post station when there is a special need.

For example, returning to the mortal world, or going to the underworld, which is a long way away.

Traveling to the underworld in a palanquin means you won't have to worry about encountering other ghosts or being attacked, and you'll also save stickers.

So if someone who frequently hunts ghosts in the underworld obtains a Yin-Yang sedan chair, the amount of good karma saved will be considerable.

Such a Yin-Yang sedan chair was simply bestowed upon the Yaksha leader?
Immediately, all ten people felt a surge of excitement.

After all, the leader of the Yaksha has not been decided yet, so all ten people have a chance!
Jiuri ignored the excitement of the others and continued, "All Yakshas will receive a 20% discount on the amount of Yin Virtue they need to exchange in the Underworld."

With the Yin-Yang sedan chair as an example, the 20% discount doesn't seem so appealing anymore.

"Finally, the Yaksha Seal is not withdrawn during the time when the duty is not being performed."

Upon hearing this, all the Yakshas' eyes widened in surprise!
Some of them had considered whether they could use their positions to seek personal gain.

For example, they have personally experienced the efficiency of using the Yaksha Seal to catch ghosts. It is a bit difficult to accumulate a Yin-level talisman in a day, but it is still possible to get a Yin-level talisman in three to five days!
But that was just their own little scheme; whether they would actually dare to do it was another matter entirely.

Now, before they could even hesitate, Jiuri directly told them that they could do it! Do it openly and honestly!

How could they not be happy!
Indeed, becoming a Yaksha was the right choice!
Seeing the joy on everyone's faces, Jiuri then spoke again.

"The Yaksha Seal can be used, but it cannot be used for evil. Otherwise, the underworld official status will be revoked and the person will be sent to hell to be punished."

After saying this, Jiuri saw that the crowd's reaction seemed minimal, so he smiled.

“I forgot, you probably haven’t experienced hell yet. Perfect, I’ll take you there to experience it.”

"After experiencing it, you'll know what kind of things to throw into hell."

As he spoke, Jiu Ri walked up to the first person.

"One at a time, are you ready?"

Looking at the nervous face of the messenger in front of him, Jiuri asked.

"Alright, alright, Lord Jiuri, I'm ready!"

"Okay, let's go then. There are a few new punishments in Hell recently. Go through them all. Don't be afraid, you won't die."

With that, Jiu Ri, carrying the underworld messenger in his mouth, disappeared.

One minute later.

On the ninth day, the underworld messenger reappeared.

When they went in, the underworld official was standing; when they came out, he was lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

Apart from still breathing, the clothes worn by the underworld official were tattered and tattered, resembling those of a beggar.

His clothes had charred marks from fire, scratches from sharp objects, and even a layer of white frost covering the underworld official's brows and hair.

After pouring a jar of Tusu wine over his head on the ninth day, he suddenly straightened up from the ground.

But no one expected the first thing he said after opening his eyes.

"I'm hungry!"

Upon hearing this, not only was the underworld official who had spoken stunned, but the other underworld officials who had been frightened were also speechless.

"Zhao Li, what are you hungry for? What just happened?"

A familiar underworld official asked.

Zhao Ligang wanted to speak, but then, as if remembering something, he closed his mouth again.

Recalling the torture he endured in that one minute, he couldn't help but shudder, and he didn't even dare to think about it again.

He suffered this hardship, but no one else can escape it either!
Before Zhao Li could speak, everyone saw Lord Jiu Ri standing in front of Wang Xiang.

Wang Xiang wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like Lord Jiuri was smiling at him.

The moment the idea popped into his head, he was seized by Lord Jiu Ri.

Suddenly everything went black. Wang Xiang found himself in a pitch-black environment with no solid ground beneath his feet. He felt as if he were floating in the air.

Strangely, he did not feel weightless or fall.

Just as Wang Xiang was feeling somewhat at a loss, he heard voices.

"Should we try it out again, just like before?"

"Yes."

Wang Xiang recognized the voice behind him; it was Lord Jiu Ri's electronic voice. But he had never heard the voice in front of him before.

It seems that he is the owner of this place?

"Row."

After those words were spoken, Wang Xiang discovered that he could see things again.

Or rather, something appeared before his eyes.

There are thick brass pillars that two people can't hug, mountains that are hundreds of meters high and made entirely of swords, icebergs that emit white cold mist, and trees covered with countless iron plates!

Just as Wang Xiang was wondering what was going on, he suddenly noticed that the bronze pillar was flying towards him.

Soon, they were in front of him.

Without thinking, he reached out and hugged the bronze pillar.

laugh!
The sound of steak being cooked in a hot pan filled the air, and Wang Xiang's curiosity turned into horror.

Screams rang out, but no one paid attention.

Wang Xiang tried to pull his hand away, but found that his body was also pressing against the bronze pillar.

In less than half a breath, he was pressed tightly against the bronze pillar.

Hissing sounds and white mist continued to appear. Wang Xiang screamed and fainted from the pain.

But less than a second later, he woke up in pain again.

This repeated for ten seconds before the bronze pillar finally disappeared.

A jar of glowing Tusu wine was poured over Wang Xiang, healing his skin and reviving him.

Then, Wang Xiang found himself thrown into the mountain made of swords and spears.

It would have been better if he hadn't gone in; once he did, all the weapons on the mountain started rolling and colliding with a clattering sound.

Wang Xiang, caught in the middle, tried to dodge, but even after dodging one blow, there were still ten more to come.

This time, Wang Xiang only lasted five seconds before he was almost subjected to slow slicing.

When Wang Xiang woke up again, all he saw was a vast expanse of white.

Then came the biting cold, so cold that Wang Xiang felt his legs would break if he exerted even the slightest force.

This time, Wang Xiang lasted a long time, a full twenty seconds.

Because he landed on the iceberg, he didn't move until he lost consciousness.

When Wang Xiang woke up for the fourth time, he saw that tree.

Wang Xiang, already numb, closed his eyes.

The swishing sounds continued, giving Wang Xiang another taste of the excruciating pleasure of being slowly sliced ​​to death.

When the iron tree disappeared, Wang Xiang was healed, and darkness once again enveloped the surroundings.

Just when Wang Xiang thought everything was about to end, he suddenly felt a hunger.

This hunger came suddenly and fiercely.

In just five or six seconds, Wang Xiang felt his stomach deflate from hunger, and the churning of his intestines from hunger made him sweat profusely.

"Food! I want to eat! I'm...hungry!"

The moment the word "hunger" was uttered, the surrounding environment changed.

After Wang Xiang realized he was no longer hungry, he noticed the strange looks from the other Yakshas.

Zhao Li even had a smile on his face.

"Hungry? That's to be expected!"

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(End of this chapter)