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Chapter 342: The Ghost Kingdom of Cowards (Please subscribe, read, comment on the monthly ticket)

After the ghost with a bunch of tentacles retracted, it closed the passage to the underworld and tried to trap Martin in the gap between the Yin and Yang worlds.

"No matter what kind of Taoist you are, as long as you fall into the gap between the Yin and Yang worlds, you will turn into pus as soon as you are blown by the gloomy wind!"

When ghosts and gods lose at their hands, they try to gain revenge through their mouths when they retreat.

"Then Taoist priest, just stay here obediently. When your body turns into pus, I will definitely grab your soul and put it into the oil pan, frying it seven or eight times repeatedly, so that the corpse oil will soak every corner of your soul."

"You're running away and still talking so much nonsense. You really are not afraid of death!"

Martin raised his eyebrows and let out a roar like thunder, which dispersed the negative energy that was beginning to gather, and then he pulled the trigger of the gun.

"And you bastard made it so clear that I was starving. In return, I will use my musket to beat you into pieces and scatter them all over the underworld."

It's just a harsh statement, who can't do that?

No matter how powerful your words are, in the end, victory or defeat is determined by your skills.

The musket roared, and the specially made bullets that flew out were covered with the Danyang Thunder Talisman, leading the extremely yang flame formed after the burning of gunpowder, flying forward, like a red spear, directly piercing through the passage.

The Yin energy was ignited, and the souls that tried to stretch out their ghost claws, as well as the strange creatures that naturally emerged from the gathering of Yin energy, were all smashed into pieces by a single shot, leaving behind only a howl before their souls were scattered.

The ghost hid its true face so tightly that people couldn't see its reaction, but the tentacles that retracted and put all the eyeballs into the suction cups still revealed the guy's mood at the moment.

Faced with the relentless bullet, the ghost swung out a tentacle, which collided with the bullet, and countless foul and poisonous waters spurted out of the suction cup, colliding with the Danyang flames formed after the gunpowder burned.

Chi Chi Chi!
When water and fire meet, neither will give in.

The two disappeared at the same time, rising into a pale mist that blended with the surrounding yin energy, as if they had turned into some kind of new monster, but were directly shattered by the bullets rushing forward.

The ghost was unable to dodge and its tentacle was grazed by the bullet. The Danyang Thunder and Fire Talisman on it exploded, directly shattering the front end of the entire tentacle and then burning it to ashes.

"Where on earth did this Taoist priest come from? He is even more vicious than a ghost from the underworld like me!"

The ghost was startled and dared not stay any longer. It quickly dragged its few remaining tentacles and drilled into the negative energy, stirring up layers of dark clouds in an attempt to escape.

"Go away!"

Martin shouted loudly and stomped his right foot. The energy of the yellow sky fell down and formed an auspicious cloud, which turned into a stream of light and rushed straight towards the ghost.

"It's bitter, it's bitter!"

The ghost secretly groaned in his heart. This was not the first time he had done such a thing.

The human world is always in turmoil, and the ghosts and gods in the underworld always choose the right time to jump into the human world to take advantage of the situation.

Anyway, those gods have already left, and the only repairmen left in the world are a few cats, big and small. As long as we are careful, nothing will go wrong.

Who would have thought that this would happen?

Run quickly, run quickly...

This was the only thought left in the ghost's mind. Its broken tentacles stirred up dark clouds, and it covered its head and just ran forward.

Soon, it found a door among the numerous ghost shadows, went in without hesitation, and then disappeared without a trace.

Martin rode on the clouds, shuttling through the formless yin energy. His soul shone brightly, attracting the monsters sleeping in the yin energy to wake up and take notice.

After Martin fired a bullet at these guys, they became scared and quickly shrank back, not daring to show their heads again.

Although this slowed him down, Martin did not lose sight of the demon that was dragging him into the underworld.

The aura of the Danyang flame is so unique in the underworld that it leaves a distinct scent wherever it passes.

The ghost also knew this, so he tried his best to cover it up, but he still couldn't completely erase the aura in a short period of time.

Martin followed the scent and soon found the door hidden in the dark clouds. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The country that this door will lead to is not a vast dark land like the Eighteen Levels of Hell or Mount Tai or the Yellow Springs. Instead, it is very small and can only barely be called a "country".

The reason why Martin was shocked was that this ghost country was too closely connected to the human world. The barrier between the two was very thin, and many places were even connected together.

If it were not for the control of the laws of the underworld, living people in the world would not even need to prepare any rituals. They could just find the right direction and walk forward to reach the underworld.

"The Yin and Yang worlds are so close, and hidden so deeply. Doesn't this clearly show that there is something wrong here?"

There was a light in Martin's eyes. It was a Taiping Dao magic similar to the Heaven's Eye, which could see through the general appearance of the ghost country in front of him.

"And there are quite a few living creatures living here, and they all retain some characteristics of living people to a certain extent!"

"So, this place is a refuge for some guys to escape death?"

It was not uncommon for Zhang Jue to naturally guess what this country would be used for.

Before the Han Dynasty, various means of avoiding death abounded, and it was not surprising that a small piece of land was opened up in the underworld and established as a ghost country.

Martin did not break into this ghost country directly. He was observing and evaluating the situation of the creatures living in it.

The results of this assessment will determine what measures he will take against the Ghost Country.

It only takes a single thought to capture the ghost that came to the human world to eat people, or to wipe out the entire ghost kingdom that is inextricably entangled with the human world.

There is a very clear boundary between life and death. If these guys escape to the ghost country while they are still alive, they will gradually be assimilated by the yin energy and gradually become ghosts in the underworld.

Judging from the depth of this ghost country, it must have existed for at least a hundred years. The things living inside should have turned into ghosts long ago, and there shouldn’t be a trace of yang energy on them.

"If I'm guessing correctly, these bastards rely on eating living people to maintain their status and not turn into complete ghosts!"

Martin put away his spell, the light in his eyes went out, and his words were full of contempt for this ghost country.

No matter where these people come from, they are a group of cowards. They don't even have the courage to face death, yet they have to rely on such means to survive.

"Even if I die, my heroic spirit will remain incense, and I will not be ashamed to be a hero in the world! Throughout the ages, true heroes are those who can call the wind and rain in the world, and can start over in the underworld. These cowards, who are unwilling to die or live, hide in a place like this, do they think they can live freely forever?"

Martin used his divine sense to communicate with Zhang Jue, and at the same time he shouted loudly in front of the gate of the Ghost Kingdom, fearing that the guys inside couldn't hear him.

"If these cowards didn't eat living people and stayed in the underworld, they might be able to hide for thousands of years. But they are so attached to the human world that they don't want to leave and want to eat living things. Such actions are only pushing themselves to death."

Zhang Jue appeared, using the energy of Huang Tian to outline a figure, with a serious face, and did not make any comments. There is nothing to say about such a netherworld that relies on talents to survive. Just do it directly, cut down the mountains and destroy the temples, and such obscene worship will be obedient.

Martin jumped right in his face, but the ghosts and gods hidden in the ghost country didn't react at all. It seemed that they had made up their minds to be cowards to the end.

"Well, that's a choice!"

Martin no longer insulted these ghosts and gods, because he already knew that there was a high probability that the other party would make such a choice.

"Master Zhang, it's time for us to take action!"

Martin stood still on the auspicious cloud, loaded his musket with bullets and gunpowder, and then took out a large shield and a spear.

Zhang Jue did not need to prepare anything. He gently shook the nine-section staff in his hand, and the energy of the Yellow Sky surged. Obscure divine texts appeared naturally, and talismans fell one after another and began to surround the two of them.

"Well said!"

Martin raised his rifle and was about to pull the trigger when a familiar voice suddenly came from beside him.

He quickly put away the musket, turned around and saw Death, dressed in Gothic clothes, appearing beside him.

When she appeared, the cold wind that had been blowing non-stop, trying to transform everything into ghosts, suddenly became gentle, lightly blowing the ornaments on Death's body, causing them to collide with each other and make a crisp sound like wind chimes.

Martin was not surprised by the appearance of Death, and even wondered why the other party showed up now.

"Master Zhang, this is Death. She is a great god with a status similar to the Lord of Mount Tai."

Martin did not explain the experience of death, which was more complicated than so many metaverses, because Zhang Jiao would not care anyway.

"Nice to meet you!"

Zhang Jue paid tribute to death according to the rituals of worshiping gods, and then he felt a call from the unknown, calling him to the end of death.

At this moment, the incomplete yellow sky opened up behind Zhang Jue. The world in the Taiping Dao’s dream flashed by and finally stabilized. This great virtuous teacher was the only wish left.

"Martin, Martin, you are always surrounded by these strange things!"

Death did not take any action against Zhang Jue, and this was entirely because Zhang Jue was a dead person and he would naturally be affected by death.

But the Huangtian was still there, albeit incomplete, but it still gave Zhang Jue a place. In addition, he and Martin, the spirit host, shared weal and woe, so he was not dragged away by death.

"A piece of sky, you in my world didn't create such a thing!"

Death stared at Zhang Jue with interest. Although Huang Tian's power had been retracted, it still could not escape her eyes.

"Stop!"

Martin waved his hand in front of Death and brought the topic back to the ghost country in front of him: "If you are interested in Huangtian, I can show it to you another day. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, whatever color you want, I have it here."

Although Martin did not say it explicitly, his indifference to the tradition of "a sky above one's head" was clearly revealed.

"What on earth is going on with this ghost country? If you want to deal with this place, why don't you do it yourself? Why do you have to go through so much trouble and bring me here?"

If Martin can't see that Death is behind this, his head can be ripped off his neck and kicked around like a ball.

Death is not the traditional god who treats human life as a chess piece, nor is it the wise colleague next door who only acts according to the rules.

In response to Martin's resentment, she smiled and said, "Don't be angry. I didn't mean to do that. I just saw you change into your current form today, so I just had the urge to do that."

Death is related to the life of the entire DC. Although she doesn't understand why Martin changes his identity every day, she can sense his life state after he changes his identity.

So, when Martin became the Soul-Suppressing General, Death keenly sensed that special breath of death and focused his attention on him.

"All the creatures living in this country before us were born before the end of the mythological era."

Death seemed a little sad when talking about this past event: "When the mythological era ended, the gods went to their own world, but many people were unwilling to accept the end of this era. However, they could not change the facts, so they thought about escaping."

"A Taoist priest heard my legend from somewhere and went on his own to complete various so-called tests. I couldn't stand it, so I appeared in front of him and agreed to his request, marking out a piece of land in the underworld."

Martin frowned, not knowing what to say.

First of all, torturing oneself in exchange for sympathy for death is inherently abstract.

Secondly, death is not a god like the Lord of Mount Tai and the Ten Kings of Hell. To her, there is no such thing as an afterlife. When a person dies, he is dead. There is no hell and no reincarnation.

Death said helplessly: "I didn't take this matter seriously at first. As long as those people enter here, they will be transformed into ghosts within a thousand years at most, which is no different from death."

"But I didn't expect that they would encounter a bug by devouring living people, and forcibly maintain a half-dead state."

"you're right!"

Death nodded: "This state of life is really disgusting, and the time I promised the Taoist priest has not yet come, so I have been ignoring this place."

"Until today, the deadline has come, and you have become this Soul Suppressor. Everything is just a coincidence. I used a little trick to get the tree demon to come to Gotham to arrest people, and then I met you."

"Well, then I will do it for you and eradicate this cancer!"

After hearing this story, Martin took the task without any hesitation.

Death was surprised and delighted. "What terms will you offer me?"

"We are friends, so we should help each other. There is no need to be so utilitarian."

Martin was not being hypocritical, he really didn't want to take advantage of the situation.

"Besides, I don't like this damn place, so smashing it down is a good way to vent my anger."

Martin looked towards the ghost country in front of him, ready to use more powerful means.

But before he did so, he seemed to remember something and said to Death, "Death, please send a message to my friends, telling them not to worry."

The sense of time in the underworld is very vague. It was only when Martin saw death that he remembered that he had been wandering in the underworld for a long time.

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