"Little bastard, stop for me!"

Hearing Tang Ping's words, the little frog suddenly trembled with fat, startled, and then jumped into the sky very flexibly.

The palm-sized body instantly turned into a small dot.

How could Tang Ping let this little frog slip away from his territory?

Two tree tendrils flew into the sky, trapped the frog's two hind legs, and pulled him down to the ground.

Click click click...

When it reached the ground, the frog still didn't give up. The lotus leaf above its head lifted off into the air, and with a slight twist, a circle of golden light shot out, cutting off the beards, and the frog jumped up again.

This time Tang Ping took action directly, suddenly flew up and pinched the frog's body.

"Squeak..."

The frog squeaked.

Then Tang Ping knocked him to the ground.

"Where did this little frog come from? How dare you steal my things."

Tang Ping poked the little frog's white belly with his index finger.

It feels surprisingly good.

This frog does not have the slippery and moist feel of other frogs. It feels a bit like silicone, soft and cold.

The lotus leaf frog seemed to have a premonition that something was not going to happen, and suddenly his eyes filled with tears and looked pitifully at Tang Ping with an innocent look on his face.

"Can you understand me?"

"Quack." The little frog nodded, tears falling like pearls.

"Why steal?"

"Quack...quack quack..."

The little frog's eyes were blank.

"You don't know you're stealing?"

"Gua..."

"That's it."

Tang Ping believed it.

Rats carrying food never feel that they are stealing. When they are beaten to death, they may still wonder why they have ended up like this after all their hard work.

Without him, humans and animals have different standpoints.

When a frog sees something to eat in the wild, the first thing he thinks of it is not that it belongs to humans. He might even think that it is a gift from nature.

Of course, after all, it was his own food, so Tang Ping would not let it go easily. He rolled his eyes and took it into consideration.

The smile on his face gave the little frog a bad feeling.

"Want to eat more?"

He gently poked the frog's belly with his fingertips.

"Quack!"

"Okay, but you can't eat it now. When it grows later, you can eat it as much as you want."

Ghost grass is equivalent to the leek in the underworld, about thirty cents a piece, which is equivalent to the price of one and a half kilograms of ghost rice.

Generally, after cutting once, it can grow again in a month.

Therefore, the required earth air and yin air conditions are relatively high, and ordinary soil cannot be planted.

Of course, Tang Ping is an underground master who can artificially adjust the earth's energy and has control over the land.

This is something that other ghost kings and demon kings who dominate the mountains cannot do.

At most they can do some formations or a few small spells. But it requires mana and resources, which is different from Tang Ping's cost-effective things.

And if this formation is built on Tang Ping's own land, it can make this thing useless at any time.

I am the earth.

"Quack."

The little frog readily agreed, drooling as he looked at Miaozi, but he held back.

Tang Ping took out some ghost rice and let the little frog eat it.

By the way, make a tree hole in the tree, and this will be the home of the little frog.

"Little toad, don't eat it secretly in the future!"

Tang Ping laughed and cursed.

The frog took off his lotus leaf hat and croaked a few times very seriously. At the same time, he realized that the address was wrong, and puffed up his cheeks angrily, and his little golden eyes bulged.

"I'll call you Little Frog from now on?"

"Quack."

"Xiaoqing?"

"Quack."

"Okay, I am the Tinghou of Youdu, so I will grant you the title of Frog General! Tomb Gate Pavilion Chief!"

Tang Ping laughed loudly, using the tone of coaxing a child.

The frog was spinning in excitement, as if it was right again, it was so majestic.

"Master Frog Pavilion listens to the order! Guard the underworld and make sure there is no mistake!"

"Quack! Quack!"

The frog was spinning in circles with excitement.

From then on, one person and one frog lived in harmony here.

After Tang Ping secretly observed it, he no longer had any doubts.

The frog does have heels. It should be a heterogeneous species with innate abilities, which can be seen from the lotus leaf hat on its head.

But what does this have to do with myself? It won’t hurt myself.

In this cold and lonely underground, there is still someone to accompany you.

Tang Ping doesn’t want to recruit ghost soldiers for the time being.

First of all, I can’t believe it, and secondly, the territory is too small and I really can’t afford it.

Besides, there is no fixed income and no trustworthy ghost.

It’s less than three months until the gate of hell opens.

Tang Ping devoted himself to spiritual practice.

There are still more than 200 points left to reach the perfect state of will-o'-the-wisp technique. This time I will focus on this technique in retreat.

The will-o'-the-wisp technique's bombardment range now exceeds ten feet, and the speed is much faster than when I first started practicing.

This time, the state of consummation should be able to increase significantly.

When I go to the earthly world, I will have some ability to protect myself.

Tang Ping transformed into a ghost and a god, becoming one with the surrounding world and absorbing the yin energy of the world. His meditation speed was extremely fast, and he could practice the Yin Gathering Technique in less than half an hour.

Next is the Wood Control Technique.

The Underground Master’s Dharma Eye.

Leave the rest to the will-o'-the-wisp.

The Moon Covering Curse itself is a small spell. Once the proficiency level has reached its peak, the progress bar has disappeared. Naturally, there is no need to practice more.

Tang Ping has a large number of ghost rice and blood bottles, and he is not worried about running out of energy.

The full moon is fifteen.

The banyan tree under the blood moon is cold and lonely, as if it has been like this from ancient times to the present.

The little frog was lying on the branch, looking at the blood moon, his little body trembling, and he seemed a little scared.

But seeing the wooden house below and the big tree behind it, hugging tightly the wooden sword that Mr. Hou had cut for himself, Frog fell into a deep sleep.

Tang Ping took advantage of the night to go out.

Arriving at the upper reaches of the mountain stream, we waited nearby for half a day.

After almost all the ghosts coming and going disappeared, he dodged and jumped into the water.

Wow!

Standing up from the long green river, we came to the ghost market again.
To be continued...