Tang Ping waited for a moment, using the moon-shielding method to cover his figure, with a strange mask on his face.

The mask has a green horn on its forehead, an indigo ghost face, and a bright red tongue drawn with paint.

This is a ghost face, made by myself.

Wow!

Tang Ping specially selected a relatively marginal place near the Black Wood Ghost camp.

Wow!

Break out of the blood cloud.

Tang Ping emerged from the soil.

This is a wild forest.

"The familiar world."

Tang Ping sighed.

Then look at the world with ghost eyes.

Ghosts cannot see the soil, but can see the wind.

I saw him in the mist. This mist should be the yin energy of the underworld, protecting the soul from harm.

Outside the scope of the mist is a cyan wall. The wall is tens of thousands of feet high and is composed of countless small, constantly selected dots.

The color is thinner in some places and darker in other places. The darker the color, the stronger the power.

The color is not fixed, it becomes lighter here and darker there.

The sound was so loud that the frog was so frightened that he covered his eyes.

Is it windy?

As the range of Yin Qi expanded, Tang Ping was able to see the whole world.

The iconic landforms of the underworld have no counterpart in the Yang world. It seems that the two worlds are different.

There is also a mortal city not far away.

There is a high platform built in the center of the city.

The high platform is covered with white flags and cloth. Priests dressed in red and wearing ghost faces sing ancient songs. Various blood foods and a piece of jade are offered on the platform.

Cang!

The bronze bell rang, and the Tang God came forward to feast on cooked human heads, dried human flesh, and living people.

The priest is singing, the sacrifice is crying, and the ghosts and gods are laughing.

The world is so scary.

Countries were divided into feudal states, and the suzerain country was the merchants of Dayi.

Dayi merchants attach great importance to worshiping ghosts and gods. This is an official ritual. They kill an unknown number of slaves every year. If they don't have enough, they go to war or use people from the country.

When Tang Ping saw this, he stopped smiling and his face became serious.

In addition to the city, there are also sacrifices to a greater or lesser extent in the homes of the gentry and officials of the Qing clan.

Small families use cattle, sheep and pigs, big families use slaves or common people, and villages without money and lords can only choose people by drawing lots.

It's too cruel and bloody.

There is no hell on earth better than this.

Tang Ping has the urge to change the world.

But not now, I don’t even have the power in the world of the world, so how can I talk about change?

If you stand up at this time, you won't be able to respond to a hundred calls, and you will only end up being eaten by hundreds of ghosts.

Now we can only endure, lurk, and develop.

Take this as your goal, devote yourself to cultivation, and work step by step. One year is not enough for ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years.

With three feet of yin earth, you can build a country.

…………

West.

An old man with a strange appearance fled with his tribe in embarrassment. The direction of the chariot was towards Qishan Zhouyuan. They wanted to gather their tribe and move here.

He looked at the tribesmen behind him who were devoured by the ghost warriors, and his eyes shed two lines of blood and tears.
Chapter completed!