Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 544 Let me show you what professionalism is
Mother Xi wants the dragon ball, and Mrs. Dongzhu also wants the dragon ball.

Xiao Ran didn’t know what this dragon ball was, but the first thing he had to do was to enter the Ghost King’s Palace.

So Xiao Ran must participate in this god-playing event.

"It's best if I come to participate in this. You guys don't have to join in the fun. I'm the corpse collector. It's safest for me to do this mission. If you guys come along, it will distract me."

Xiao Ran stopped them from saying anything without waiting for them to speak.

This is not his personal heroism, but they are indeed not suitable to continue to participate.

He knew in his heart that the danger of this mission was secondary. The most troublesome thing was that evil spirits like Xi Mama were hiding outside the Ghost King's Palace, watching them eagerly.

Madam Dongzhu and the others are waiting for Mother Xi to take action and ask themselves to steal the dragon ball, in order to force Mother Xi to show up.

Once Xi Mama takes action, beginners like Xu Yan, Wenwen and others, once affected, would probably die without knowing how they died.

Instead of this, it would be better to let them stay away from each other.

Seeing Xiao Ran speaking so bluntly, Xu Yan did not argue with Xiao Ran this time. He was sent to protect Xiao Ran, but not to become a burden to him.

So he took out a very small silver pistol from the space and handed it to Xiao Ran.

"In this case, we will not drag Brother Xiao down, but we cannot stand idly by. There is a positioning bullet in this gun, which is specially made by Donglongfang. Once it hits the target, it will form a ballistic coordinate inside the target. The gunshot is very loud. When I hear the gunshot, I will immediately launch a single-soldier missile. The power is not great, but it has a special restraining effect on these evil spirits."

As he spoke, Xu Yan took out a single-soldier missile launcher from the space and showed it to Xiao Ran.

Xiao Ran took a look and found that there was nothing special about the launcher, but there was a missile attached to it that attracted Xiao Ran's attention.

The entire body of the missile looked like gold, and it was covered with curse patterns.

When Xiao Ran put his hand on it, he actually felt as if there was something inside. Even through the outer shell of the bullet, he felt unusually warm, but it was counteracting the corpse aura on his body.

"This thing is interesting. Are there many of them in the company?"

"No, it's currently in the experimental stage, and the company only has a small-scale configuration. If it weren't for your protection, I wouldn't have the authority to access this kind of thing."

Xu Yan began to explain.

In order to protect Xiao Ran's safety, Xu Yan was also assigned a lot of special items in case of emergency.

This includes this missile.

This shows how much the company values Xiao Ran.

Even if it's just for an emergency, we must be fully prepared. Now, this powerful weapon has come in handy.

Next, Xu Yan just needs to find a hidden place and wait.

Xiao Ran patted Xu Yan on the shoulder and said, "Brother, this thing has helped me a lot. As for Wenwen, I'll leave it to you. Remember, once you hear the gunshot and fire the shell, you should immediately run towards the main gate of the market. If you can get out at that time, don't hesitate, just leave. If I want to run, few people can stop me."

Xiao Ran's repeated instructions made Xu Yan not dare to be careless. He nodded to indicate that he would write it down.

Then Xiao Ran looked at Wenwen again, handed Li Hejun's body to her, and asked her to put it into the space box he gave him.

"Take care of yourself!"

Xiao Ran is very optimistic about this girl. If it were someone else, with the streets full of evil spirits and such a dangerous and strange place, they would be scared to death.

Wenwen didn't cry or make a fuss the whole way, and was able to handle her emotions so calmly. She is stronger than ordinary boys.

If Wenwen survives this time, I would be happy to recruit her into my team.

But these are all things for the future, and Xiao Ran doesn’t want to make empty promises now.

While it was still relatively safe outside, Xiao Ran signaled Xu Yan and the others to leave the teahouse quickly and find a safe place to hide.

After the two left, Liumu turned around and looked at Xiao Ran: "What are you going to do?"

Xiao Ran closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if to raise his spirits, and then opened his eyes: "Picking chestnuts out of the fire, fishing in troubled waters, since this ghost king likes immortals to celebrate his birthday, then I will invite a real immortal to come for him!"

"A real god?"

Liumu looked at Xiao Ran, and when he saw that he didn't seem to be joking, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"what are you up to?"

Xiao Ran patted the [Ghost Soldier Gourd] on his waist and forcibly took back Liumu, then curled his lips and said, "It's none of your business..."

After collecting six eyes.

Xiao Ran looked at the empty teahouse and glanced at the time: "There's still plenty of time. In that case, let's get to work."

As he spoke, Xiao Ran took out yellow paper and the mold for printing Yin banknotes from the space.

"Back in the Dream Pool, I was trapped in the Five Immortals Hall's formation. Zhao Qingming and the others broke in to save me. At that time, Zhou Shang was the Ghost Emperor who could summon the underworld. With the 30,000 Yin De in my hand, there is no reason why I can't summon a bigger one."

Thinking of this, Xiao Ran patted the [Yin Bing Gourd], summoned Liu Mu and the butcher, pointed to the printed template and tools: "Let's start working."

……

Time passed by minute by minute.

On the street, at a snack stand, the owner wrapped fresh tongues in a layer of black dough and threw them into the frying pan.

Suddenly, there was a constant chirping noise coming from the frying pan.

Soon the golden and crispy fried tongue was served on the table.

"Here are the fried seedlings for you three. Please enjoy them slowly."

The boss placed the plate in front of the two rats. The tongue in the plate was still cursing, and all kinds of dirty words came towards them.

But the three rats didn't care at all. Not only did they not care, they even put one tongue into their mouths with great anticipation.

Feeling the tongue jumping around in their mouths, which was comparable to the feeling of kissing, the three of them had radiant looks on their faces.

"What a pity! If Tiger were here, this dish would probably suit his taste." Shanlong at the side said jokingly.

Rat frowned and said nothing when he heard this, while Taurus said with a smile: "Hey, he must have stuffed this thing directly into the leather swallow."

"Hahaha……"

The mountain dragon grinned and laughed.

Rat rolled his eyes at both of them, lowered his head, ate while looking around.

I don't know when the surroundings started to be decorated with lights and colors. Some evil spirits on the streets have begun to dress themselves up, preparing to participate in the activities of pretending to be gods parading on the streets.

It seems ridiculous to let ghosts pretend to be gods, but it seems to be the most normal thing here.

No matter whether it is a big or small festival, the Ghost King will let them act as gods. Whoever acts well will be rewarded by the Ghost King. If the acting is realistic enough, the Ghost King will even invite them to the palace and become guests of honor.

"Do you think the people from the company will participate in this god-playing?"

Hearing Rat's question, Mountain Dragon and Taurus both stopped laughing.

Jinniu immediately said with an unhappy look on his face: "Why bring them up for no reason? It's unlucky. Our mission is to kill that bastard Doujiao."

When Xiao Ran and the other three were mentioned, Jin Niu felt uncomfortable, especially when he was ignored by Xiao Ran and looked down upon by Liu Mu. He always felt like a thorn in his heart.

If Changchun Association had not been hit by the last incident on Guling Street, even the company would not dare to speak to them like this.

However, Shanlong seemed to understand what Zishu was going to do: "You mean, while they are pretending to be gods..."

As he spoke, Shanlong made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"That's not what I meant. These guys are quite strong. We have an important mission. There's no need to make things difficult for them."

After the rat finished speaking, his tone suddenly changed: "But it's okay to use a little stumbling block."

The three of them looked at each other and smiled knowingly, thinking that this was a good idea.

As they were talking, the sound of gongs came from the other end of the street: "Ding ding ding..."

The three looked back and saw an inspector holding a gong and beating it. Wherever he passed, those who were preparing to take part in the street parade followed him spontaneously.

"It's about to start, let's go and take a look."

As Zishu said this, he put the last tongue into the space, and the three of them stood up and followed the team forward.

The line grew larger and larger, and all sorts of disorganized whispers echoed through the street.

Gradually, some professional teams of pretending to be gods began to appear in the team.

Suddenly, the accompaniment of jingling sounds was heard on the street, causing many people around to look back.

A blind old ghost raised his head, took out a pair of dog eyes from his sleeve and embedded them in his eye sockets, then looked up. "It's the percussion band of Zhang Tu's family. What god are they playing this time?"

"I don't know. Look, it's such a big sedan. This is a big deal."

Everyone was whispering to each other.

The King of Ghosts is the God of Joy, so naturally there are countless little ghosts trying desperately to please him.

The Zhang Butcher family is one of them. They are one of the professional god-impersonating teams in the Evil Ghost Market. It is said that when they were alive, they were originally a percussion instrument team. A family invited them to play percussion instruments at a wedding, but they unexpectedly encountered bandits who massacred the village and all of them died.

This team later ended up here and became a famous team of gods in the local area.

Every year they try to please the King of Ghosts by dressing up as gods, and they come up with new tricks every year. The rewards from the King of Ghosts alone make their lives extra comfortable.

On both sides of the bluestone street, phosphorescent lights flickered, and a ten-foot-high sedan chair was slowly pushed forward, carried by nine white skeletons wearing cassocks.

What hung from the roof of the sedan chair were not tassels but prayer flags made of intestine casings, which dropped bits of rotten meat every time they shook three times.

The skeletons carrying the sedan had bronze chains around their necks and burnt-out incense sticks stuck in their collarbones. Every seven steps they took, they shouted Buddhist chants in unison - the sound was like a blunt knife scraping across an iron pot.

"Give me meat, I want to eat meat!"

“God, give me a nose!!!

"I want my eyes!! Intestines are fine too, my stomach has been emptied out!!"

When some evil spirits saw the team coming, they couldn't wait to pounce on it, grab the sedan chair and shout at it.

The team pretending to be gods seemed to be well prepared for this. They reached into the secret compartment inside the sedan, pulled out organ fragments soaked in corpse oil, and threw them at the group of ghosts.

"Namo Amitabha!" The nine skeletons carrying the coffin chanted Buddhist names and kept throwing out flesh and blood, as if all the flesh and blood were cut from their bodies.

In fact, some of this flesh and blood was traded from other evil spirits, some was obtained through deception, and some was simply taken from livestock and mixed together, so no one could tell them apart.

Many evil ghosts who were unaware of the truth could not wait to stay on their bodies after taking the flesh and blood and organs they needed, and expressed their gratitude to the team.

Such a weird scene made the three Rat brothers who were watching from a distance frown.

"This is too chaotic! I can't even tell if there are any beginners sneaking in?"

The original plan of Zishu and the other two was to find a way to find other beginners who were participating in the mission of pretending to be gods and look for opportunities to kill them. Just as Xiao Ran said, as long as there were four or five more beginners, it would not matter whether they participated in the mission of pretending to be gods or not.

But the messy scene before them was more complicated than they had imagined.

“Squeak~Squeak~”

Just when the three of Rat were overwhelmed, suddenly a suona sound came from a distance.

When the suona sounded, it actually drowned out the sound of the Zhang family's troupe's musical team and attracted all eyes.

The melody seemed to be broken into several pieces by the wind, sometimes like a woman weeping, sometimes as brisk as a magpie.

"They are from the Li family!"

A group of old ghosts stood up, and some simply flew up and jumped onto the roof.

"The Li Clan hasn't played a god for many years, so why did they suddenly appear without any fanfare this year?"

Some people looked at the Li family troupe in confusion. To be honest, the team that played the gods was not just the Zhang family's percussion troupe. In fact, before the Zhang family, the Li family troupe had always been the leader.

Later, the Zhang Family Troupe came and became famous overnight. They dressed up as the Immortal of Longevity to present gifts to the King of Ghosts, which made the King of Ghosts laugh heartily. The Zhang Family Troupe became famous overnight.

This incident also made the Li family very angry, and they became enemies with the Zhang family.
After that, the two families fought with great pleasure, and the fight became more and more fierce, until one time when the two sides were pretending to be gods and fighting, several leaders of the Li family troupe all lost their souls in the fight while pretending to be gods parading on the street. From then on, the Li family troupe never recovered, and there was no news about them for a long time.

I didn't expect that the Li family would suddenly show up today, which gave many people strong expectations.

From a distance, I saw a team approaching.

I saw that the team was quite large, with eight strong men carrying a huge lotus seat.

Sitting on the lotus chair, there is a figure covered by a black cloth, which makes it difficult to see clearly.

There were seven people surrounding the team on both sides, each holding a human skin lantern. The cold light was dim, and the human face on the lantern made miserable wails from its mouth.

The most eye-catching thing at this moment is a young man standing in front of the team.

The young man held up the suona, his skinny fingers tightly clasped the copper-yellow suona, his puffed cheeks rose and fell with his breathing, and the veins on his neck bulged like twisted old roots.

A tone like tearing silk pierced the cold fog. The suona sounded low and whimpering at first, like a lone goose with broken wings falling into a dry pond, and then it suddenly rose high, turning into a sharp blade to cut through the solidified twilight, and startled away the shivering crows on the branches.

"It's him!!"

In the distance, Shanlong's eyes opened wide as he stared at the young man playing the suona, his fists clenched tightly.

The person in front of them was Doujiao, whom the three of them had been chasing all the way.

“Don’t mess around!” Seeing Shanlong about to attack, Zishu quickly pulled him back: “Now is not the time to attack, the thing behind this guy is a bit evil!”

Rat stared at the figure covered with black cloth behind Doujiao, and couldn't help feeling fearful.

Doujiao's occupations are evil worshipper, beastmaster, and robber.

He may seem to be nothing special, but he actually knows a lot of secrets of the Changchun Society.

In particular, the [Regeneration Furnace] has been developed by Doujiao to have many functions that even the Changchun Society has not discovered.

"This guy is so high-profile now, could it be that he has some winning trump card in his hand?" Thinking of this, Zishu said, "Let's wait and see."

"Bang bang bang..."

Suddenly, seven human skin lanterns exploded at the same time. Thick green smoke burst out from the lanterns. As the black cloth behind them was lifted, the outline of a demon god gradually became clear.

He was a Yaksha god with three heads and twelve arms. He had a huge body and sat upright on the throne. His eyes flashed coldly from time to time, making the evil spirits who came over nearby feel terrified. Some even felt as if their souls were going to fly away when they were glanced at by the Yaksha god.

Hundreds of slug-like tentacles extended from the rotten lotus base, dragging several pretenders who were blocking the team and unable to dodge into the gap of the lotus base, mincing them into pieces, and then splashing them to the surrounding evil spirits.

Suddenly, the surrounding ghosts burst into sharp cheers, and they scrambled to lick the remaining meat on the ground.

"Hahaha, good, good, good! That's great."

In the front hall of the Ghost King's Mansion, a huge mirror reflects the scene on the street into the hall.

The Ghost King Jumong, wearing a rolling dragon costume, looked at the two teams that came to celebrate his birthday with excitement, clapping his hands and cheering.

At the same time, he glanced at the people sitting on the chairs on both sides.

Madam Dongzhu, the ghost ox driver, the ferryman, and the old man Heifeng whose whole body is always wrapped in black fog.

These four great evil spirits are all famous in the maze city.

Now all four of them came to celebrate his birthday. Jumong had a smile on his face, but he was thinking MMB in his heart.

If I hadn't taken forceful action just now, these four big evil spirits would have slaughtered my evil ghost market. Now they come together again, saying that they are here to celebrate my birthday, but it looks like they haven't even prepared a birthday gift. It doesn't seem like they are here to give me a gift.

However, the Ghost King was angry but dared not speak.

If the four evil spirits join forces, even he cannot afford to offend them.

Jumong still had no idea why these four evil spirits suddenly came to his territory. He pointed at the team in front of him and introduced them to both sides: "This is going to be fun. When these two teams meet, they will fight each other. That will be really interesting."

Only after he finished speaking did Jumong realize that these four evil spirits looked completely uninterested.

Even the old man Heifeng said in a hoarse voice: "King Zhu, what you did is really boring. Even if there really are gods coming to celebrate your birthday, can you bear it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Mrs. Dongzhu and the other two also laughed.

He is clearly a ghost king, but he still claims to be a god. It's ridiculous.

Jumong had a gloomy face but couldn't get angry. If they were laughing at him alone, he would have turned the table over. However, the four evil spirits were no less powerful than him, so Jumong didn't have the courage to get angry.

He could only pout and say, "This is my hobby and my aspiration."

"Haha, I've heard that you, King Zhu, have a dragon ball that can turn the virtual into the real and restore the heavens. But I want to remind you that it's fake and it's just a dream. Don't turn the fake into the real."

Zhu Meng turned around and looked at the old man Heifeng who was speaking, and nodded slightly: "Don't worry about this, Your Excellency."

After that, he straightened his clothes and said, "Let's go to the Yingshoutai."

"When the time comes, I'll let you see the scene of the immortals coming to pay homage, and see if you will still say that." Jumong sneered in his heart, and then strode out.

Madam Dongzhu glanced at each other, their eyes met, as if they both had their own ulterior motives. They stood up and followed King Zhu towards the direction of the so-called Welcoming Longevity Platform.

Before leaving, Mrs. Dongzhu turned her head and glanced at the picture in the mirror again, but did not see Xiao Ran. She frowned and turned away.

“It crashed!!”

At this moment on the street, the Zhang and Li families' pretending to be gods teams have collided with each other.

It was obvious that neither side was willing to submit to the other, but what the Zhang family didn't expect was that the Li family, which had been eliminated by their own family long ago, seemed to be particularly brave today.

The three-headed and six-armed Yaksha King sitting on the lotus throne behind him seemed real. He raised his hand and slapped over, instantly turning several leaders of the Zhang family percussion band into meat paste.

Zhang Jiaxiang came on duty and saw this, and then a strange cry came from the sedan chair.

A string of human bone bracelets flew out of the sedan chair, burning with pale green flames, and hit the Yaksha King's body, but was grabbed by the Yaksha King with his backhand. The two sides seemed to be wrestling, and neither was willing to give in.

In this way, the two teams fought as they moved forward, and the street, which was already narrow to begin with, was now completely blocked.

Just as the fight between the two families was getting more and more fierce, suddenly, bills of deportation began to fall from above my head like snowflakes.

"Crash la la la..."

As the guide money increased, a group of evil spirits scrambled to grab it and headed towards the source.

But when they saw the butcher on the street who looked like a devil from hell, they were immediately shocked.

The butcher's huge body stood in front like a small mountain. The evil spirits around him felt their whole bodies trembling uncontrollably just by looking at him. Especially the strong aura of the underworld on the butcher's body made many evil spirits feel frightened.

The thick tentacles behind him held high a platform made of door panels, on which stood eight boys and girls, with a coffin in the middle.

There was a man standing on top of the coffin, and a steady stream of money for the journey was poured out from this man's hand.

"Wow, this guy is such a show-off!!"

Zi Shu and the other two saw Xiao Ran standing on the coffin from afar and couldn't help but complain.

Xiao Ran narrowed his eyes and directed the butcher to walk into the team, just walking at the front of the team.

Such an action naturally caused dissatisfaction among the Zhang and Li families. The two families simply stopped fighting and began to move closer to Xiao Ran.

Xiao Ran turned around and glanced at him. It was just a simple glance, with a hint of disdain flashing through his eyes. He took out the [Seal of Passage] from the space and said, "Today, I will show you what professionalism is!"

Having said this, Xiao Ran placed the Tongyou Seal in his hand on the coffin at his feet.

He silently chanted: "Mingbaotongshen!"

"call!!!"

As a chilly wind blew out of the coffin, the eight paper boys standing around the coffin slowly raised their heads, their eyes flashing with dim light, and hoarse voices chanted from their mouths.

It was a song, a nursery rhyme that had never been heard before, but no matter whether it was a human or a ghost, everyone who heard it felt a sense of panic in their hearts.

"Mother, mother, why are you hanging from the beam?"

Mother, mother, your blood has grown cold before your red lips have even opened.

Mother, mother, the paper doll laughs at my long shroud.

The knots on the hanging beam sway, and the shadows of the embroidered shoes hanging upside down form a pair.

My mother taught me to cut mandarin ducks and pierce my eyes with needles..."

(End of this chapter)