Chapter 237 A mature evil ghost needs to cultivate himself

If Wang Zijia was just a little bit like an evil cultivator when he performed the ritual, then Si Wa's use of ghost energy to drive the formation was completely like the scene of evil ghosts making trouble, without any roundabout explanation.

The thick gloomy wind, coupled with the evil scene, the whole basement was filled with strange roars, as if a fierce ghost was traveling.

After a while, because the five ghosts were specially sacrificed by Wang Zijia, the blood-red jade book was successfully pried open by the ghost energy. The four ghosts turned into four talismans and were collected in the blood-red jade book.

Then, the jade book turned into a stream of light and sank beside Wang Zijia. The sea of ​​consciousness of the old man who did not participate in the ritual disappeared.

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I don't know how many miles away, Jiang Mingda, who had completed another exorcism, was now arranging the altar with some tension, expectation and uneasiness.

As he drove the evil corpse into the altar and completed all the arrangements, the three of them came to the altar again, stood in a triangle, and began to burn incense and play music.

"The fragrance is heavy and responds to the universe, the blood talisman and the white bones cast the spirit formation; I have traveled thousands of miles to invite the gods, and I am begging all the benefactors of this altar!"

"The disciples are praying with all their hearts, and the five ghost gods are coming. The divine soldiers are as urgent as the law!"

As the spells of several people were activated, the formation began to shine red, and the surroundings began to blow.

This time the wind was obviously much stronger and more evil than the last time. The three of them felt that the atmosphere was not right, because there was really a serious evil air rising around them, as if the evil spirit had descended.

Even so, the three did not dare to move.

Then, Jiang Mingda's body suddenly trembled.

"Oh!"

Behind him, Jiang Zhengye and Ruiwen stared with their eyes wide open, and they were so frightened that they almost screamed. Fortunately, at the last moment, they covered their mouths in time while their whole bodies were trembling.

They saw that Jiang Mingda in front of them suddenly had deep white ghost claws emerging from his body. Jiang Mingda also felt something at this moment, but he did not dare to move and stood still.

Under the horrified gaze of the three people, four ghost babies crawled out of Jiang Mingda's body and quickly came to the altar. As the cold wind rolled, the corpse in the altar turned into pages of books and was caught by the four ghosts.

Then, without a word of communication, the four ghosts grabbed the pages of the book and got back into Jiang Mingda's body and disappeared.

After everything returned to calm, the three stood there for a long time, speechless for a long time.

After a long time, Jiang Zhengye and Ruiwen looked at each other for a moment, and Jiang Zhengye said: "It seems that only the four ghosts sitting under the God have come this time?"

"The way the four ghosts travel is really... special!" Ruiwen exclaimed.

Jiang Mingda came back to his senses after hearing this, moved his completely stiff body, checked for a while, and found that there was no problem. Looking at the talisman, there were more than a hundred merits again, and then he said: "Let's go to the next game!"

After that, the three left with a little disappointment and some relief. As for the reason, it was obviously because the protagonist who was expected and feared: the Five Ghost Gods did not show up.

For such a cultivator, people like them were looking forward to seeing more, but also afraid of seeing more, and their mood was extremely contradictory.

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In the secret room of the sacrifice ritual in the underground base of Wanyu Sect and Biyiyuan.

The gloomy wind rolled again, and the disappeared jade book suddenly flew out from the forehead of the fourth brother and re-suspended on the altar in front.

As the jade book rolled, the four ghost talismans flew out of the jade book. The eldest boy grabbed a few pictures of the five ghosts carrying the coffin and handed them to Wang Zijia like offering treasures. The five ghosts who had completed the independent removal of the corpse showed a flattering smile to Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia watched the whole process and carefully looked at the picture of the five ghosts carrying the coffin in his hand for a moment. Then he smiled and nodded and said, "Not bad!"

The five ghosts heard the words, their flattering expressions moved slightly, and they all breathed a sigh of relief quietly. Especially the fifth one who was about to cry, reacted the most, with an expression that he finally didn't have to be punished.

"Since you five can indeed preside over the daily operation of the altar, then as a mature evil ghost, you should know something and share some work for your master."

While Wang Zijia spoke, he pointed to the altar and said: "From now on, the daily collection of evil corpses will be the responsibility of you five. The collected evil corpses can be sealed in the corpse pit. When they reach a certain number, I will deal with them."

"After all, as a mature evil ghost, you need to be self-reliant. How can you let outsiders collect food?"

"Wow!" The eldest nodded repeatedly, as if he understood what Wang Zijia meant.

"Wow!" The remaining three nodded.

"Wow?" The fifth one was at a loss, and his innocent and tender face was full of confusion.

As if asking again, we can support ourselves, why do we need you to do it?

Confused and silly!

That's right, Wang Zijia is now testing the automatic response mechanism of the altar, letting the five ghosts be responsible for collecting corpses at the altar.

After all, in mythological stories, many Bodhisattvas would leave the minor matters of their believers to the boy in front of them. Wang Zijia was just following suit.

"Okay, let's experiment this way first. Remember that every time you collect a corpse, you need to show up as a ghost baby."

As Wang Zijia gave instructions, his magic power surged, and several pictures of five ghosts carrying coffins in his hand floated to the cold pond pit.

"Bang bang!"

As the pages of the painting paper exploded, the polluted corpses fell out one by one.

The five ghosts looked at the rations they had fiddled with with envy. Wang Zijia squeezed out the most essence of the pollution, and then threw the remaining corpses to them. One by one, without complaint, like a puppy that got a bone, excitedly spread out ghost mist and began to devour.

"Squeak, tsk tsk!"

The sacrificial chamber was filled with an ominous atmosphere, and strange sounds echoed throughout the chamber, strange and evil.

"Value +12871!"

Daoist level: 100 years (117417/500,000)

After a long time, Wang Zijia, who had extracted all the pollution, looked at the value of his cultivation and smiled with satisfaction.

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The next morning, Wang Zijia got up as usual, practiced boxing, and had dinner.

"The spiritual object has been auctioned off!" Xiang Feifei suddenly said while eating.

Wang Zijia was not surprised. Luo Xu had sent him an invitation two days ago, asking him if he would participate in the auction. He refused, not because he felt that the level was low and he was not interested, but because he was poor!

What if he saw something and accidentally spent the money, and then he had no capital, and he would not be able to make money on this trip, and could only run an empty truck.

"How much did it sell for?" Wang Zijia asked expectantly.

"Eighty thousand!" Xiang Feifei replied, with some suppressed excitement in her words.

The Xiang family has never had so much money in their treasury in all these years. The highest amount in one year, his grandfather said, was only over 40,000 French coins.

Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows, it was 20,000 more than he expected.

"Not bad!"

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth subconsciously raised slightly, and his mood improved early in the morning.