Tang Ping spoke righteously, but his rolling eyes undoubtedly revealed his true inner thoughts.

"Even if you want to kill, you have to kill in a low-key manner...Zhang Qi, write Wu Yang's name in the book, and be at the top!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Qi took out his pen and wrote the word Wu Yang before Yu Renqing's name.

"Continue to farm, be sure to be optimistic!"

Then another year passed.

The Jinghuai War is not over yet.

With the exploitation of the Wu family, not only did the ghost market have less stuff, but the ghosts in the underworld became poorer. Tang Ping could even clearly feel that the Wu family was also in poverty.

This day, ghost market.

Tang Ping took the item and exchanged it with the mysterious man.

The aura of death on this man's body is getting stronger and stronger.

Tang Ping couldn't help but said:

"Friend, are you about to break through to the Youshen? Why don't you try it one last time? I'll give you 60,000 yuan to buy your cultivation method, and take this opportunity to try it again, just in case you succeed?"

The mysterious man hesitated for a moment, but finally did not nod.

"Hurry up and leave after shopping!"

"Next time, next time I will stay in solitary confinement for a long time, and when I come out, I won't know how old the monkey is anymore."

Tang Ping smiled.

Nowadays, supplies are scarce and everyone is in danger.

This guy should be a loose immortal in the mountains. He can only obtain materials through the ghost market. I'm afraid his life will be difficult now.

Tang Ping has been grinding this guy for almost ten years.

Although I failed every time, I felt like I could really succeed this time.

In this way, you can produce elixirs independently and no longer have to be controlled by others.

A few more months passed.

July 15th.

Tang Ping returns from enjoying the mortal sacrifice.

Under the banyan tree, Frog, Zhang Qi, and a group of ghost soldiers were squatting on the ground holding bowls to eat.

These ghosts are now being led more and more outrageously by the frog.

He has a cautious personality, and I don’t know who he learned it from.

At this time, another ghost mist came.

A man with vertical pupils came out of the ghostly mist.

"Wizard Yang? Today isn't the time to hand it in, right? There's nothing here."

It usually only comes on the Fourth Ceremony, so why did it appear on July 15th?

Tang Ping was a little strange. He had been watching this guy for more than half a year. Except for collecting taxes, this guy usually didn't show up at other times, which made him very easy to find.

"Don't pretend, you guys are the richest, give me a little first, and next time I'll lie to you about the harvest and pay less tax." Wu Yang had a faint smile on his face, "I don't want more, 30,000 yuan.

Ten bottles of orchid dew, a hundred sunflowers."

Wu Yang pressed forward step by step. As soon as he came, all the ghost soldiers behind Mao Hou became silent. Some were even too frightened to look up at him, especially the old man.

It seems that he still has some prestige.

Mao Hou, who has the highest level of cultivation, seems to be just a newcomer to the evil soul. How can he compare with himself, who is at the peak of the evil soul?

"This...is not in line with the rules. If someone finds out..."

Tang Ping found it difficult to do his old job, so he planned to return to his old career.

"Don't worry, no one or ghost will know that I'm here in private this time."

When Wu Yang said these words.

Suddenly the surroundings felt quiet.

I saw everyone on the opposite side looking at each other with weird smiles on their faces.

The old man Zhang Qi took out a strange notebook, and the frog covered his mouth vigorously, as if he was suppressing a smile.

"What is your attitude?" Wu Yang was angry.

"Hahaha!!"

Instead of being afraid, the ghosts laughed heartily.

Tang Ping smiled brightly, not as submissive as before.

"No one knows? Then you still dare to come?"
Chapter completed!