Wei Feng smiled and said, "Dear ferryman, if I were you, I would never say these harsh words."

"Get out, you are not qualified to talk to me to a slap like you." The ferryman hated Wei Feng the most now.

His plague ghost was killed by Wei Feng, and then he attacked him, which directly led to his defeat.

So the ferryman stared at Wei Feng with hatred.

Wei Feng smiled lightly and stepped on his face.

The ferryman's ghost aura was dispersed just now, but now he can't resist at all, and was stepped onto the ground by Wei Feng.

The ferryman roared, "Humanity, you are dead, I must let you taste the taste of the oil pan at the foot of the knife mountain."

"I want you to do what you just did..."

The ferryman was shouting, but before Wei Feng could finish his words, he exerted force under his feet, and the ferryman's cheeks were sunken.

The ferryman is not a ghost, but a half-human and half-ghost existence.

Specially helping the various lonely ghosts who stay in the world in Purgatory Ferry, sometimes collect yin energy.

Although Purgatory controls the dark side of the world, most of the members are human evil cultivators, the kind of half-human and half-ghost existence.

Therefore, the ferryman's body is still a physical body, but his body is full of ghost energy.

Wei Feng squatted down and asked with a smile: "Do you know your situation now?"

Ni Yun's face looked a little ugly, and only she knew the most about purgatory.

I originally wanted to take down the ferryman and say a few soft words to get face.

Now seeing Wei Feng doing this, Ni Yun had only one thought in his mind: "It's over, and there's no room for improvement."

The ferryman still didn't say anything, Wei Feng sighed and said, "I think the ghost energy of purgatory has blocked your mind. Now you are in our hands, whether you die or live is all in my mind."

"The more harsh words you say, the more miserable you will be tortured by me."

"You said, we have taken you all, are you still afraid of your threat?"

"Even if Purgatory really wants to take revenge on me, then I think I will let you bury me with me, then I won't lose money, right?"

The ferryman finally began to move and shouted hysterically: "Do you dare to kill me?"

Wei Feng sighed and said, "This is what you said yourself. We have sinned in Purgatory. Anyway, we can't survive anymore. So what's not that I dare to do? Kill one enough money, kill two and earn one."

The ferryman looked extremely ugly.

Originally, as a ferryman in Purgatory, all the ghosts dared not act rashly in front of him, and even the most powerful evil spirits would be suppressed by him.

After a long time, I really can't figure out my position.

However, the three people in front of them are not ghosts.

Wei Feng saw the ferryman being honest and said, "Since you are the ferryman in Purgatory, you should know better than us what kind of situation will a person face after death? You have been practicing for so many years, if you die like this.

It's a shame."

"I can tell you clearly that what you need to consider now is not how to retaliate against us, but how to survive in my hands."

The ferryman's expression was even more gloomy, and he knew that Wei Feng was right.

He finally understood that although the young man in front of him was not very strong in his cultivation, he was decisive in killing, so he could defeat the strong with his weak and destroy his own plague ghost.

He had no doubt that if he did not cooperate, the young man would kill him without hesitation.

If you are not careful, you will fall into an abyss that will never be restored.

The more you are like a ferryman, the more you are afraid of death.

If you hold power for a long time, you will become a ghost that will control you. That feeling is better than being wiped out.

Although Wei Feng is not a psychology master, he can also capture the subtle changes in the expressions of the ferryman.

He let go of his feet on the ferryman's face and let him stand up.

"It seems you are a smart person."

The ferryman's aura was very weak, and half of his body was smashed, and it took a lot of energy to breed again.

So in a short period of time, he had no capital to resist Wei Feng.

Although the ferryman was full of humiliation, he finally chose to surrender and nodded.

Wei Feng said: "Since that's the case, let's find a place to sit down and chat slowly."

The ferryman said, "No need, time is limited, and we ferryman also have our rules. If my ghost car did not return to Purgatory before dawn, then Purgatory will know that something happened to me."

"At that time, even if you are willing to let me go back, what happened just now will not be concealed."

Wei Feng nodded and said, "Since that's the case, let's talk a long story."

The three of them took the ferryman to a secluded alley without fear of being seen.

Wei Feng then asked the ferryman: "What's your name?"

Although the ferryman hated Wei Feng very much, he still replied: "My name is Zhao Yuansheng."

Wei Feng continued to ask: "Zhao Yuansheng, what level are you in Purgatory? What are the masters in Purgatory?"

Zhao Yuansheng sighed and replied truthfully, "There are millions of ferrymen in Purgatory, and there are also high and low ferrymen. From high to low, they are king level, general level, soldiers level, and soldiers level, among which

There are two king-level ferrymen, nine general-level ferrymen, one hundred and eight general-level ferrymen, and seventy-six thousand scholar-level ferrymen, and the rest are small pawns."

When Wei Feng and the other two were shocked when they heard Zhao Yuansheng say this, it seemed that the power of purgatory was far beyond their imagination.

"Then what level do you belong to?" Wei Feng asked.

When talking about this, Zhao Yuansheng was still a little proud and said, "I am handsome."

Wei Feng couldn't help but sigh. There were only nine ghost handsome men, and they were so lucky that they would be handsome masters just by chance.

Fortunately, they were not meeting strong men at the king level, otherwise they might not be opponents.

A handsome ferryman is so powerful, so how many more powerful people are there in Purgatory?

But now it is obviously not the time to think about this, Wei Feng asked again: "Who is the strongest man in Purgatory now?"

"It's Mo Xie Bodhisattva."

Wei Feng couldn't help feeling a little strange and asked, "Isn't it Ksitigarbha? When will he become Moxie Bodhisattva?"

Zhao Yuansheng sighed and said, "The title of Mo Xie Bodhisattva is Ksitigarbha, so it is not wrong to call him Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

"There are still ten palaces of Yama?" Wei Feng asked in surprise.

Zhao Yuansheng nodded and said, "There are ten emperor-level powerful men under the throne of Lord Mo Xie, who are the titles of the Ten Palaces of Hell."

Wei Feng couldn't help but sigh: "So, is there really something like the Jade Emperor in Heaven?"
Chapter completed!