The End of the Hundred Ghosts: I became the strongest ghost master

F-class wandering ghost, shit-eating ghost

Chen Qing sat back on the carpet to practice.

Thinking of Chen Xi, I felt sick to my stomach.

What kind of shit did I have in my previous life that made me fall in love with something like this!

But cultivation was more important right now, so I calmed down and sat down cross-legged again.

There is no need to rush in cultivation, but the blood moon is getting closer and closer, and there are still a lot of things to do after learning the Black Prison Ghost Contract, so you must speed up.

“Chen Qing, can you go out with me to play today?”

Chen Man came over.

“Uh…” Chen Qing thought for a moment and shook his head, “Can you let those brothers play with you?”

He then rang the service bell.

Chen Qing also wanted to enjoy the comfort that was about to be gone forever.

But he can’t.

“Then I won’t go.” Chen Man looked expressionless and shook his head. I don’t know if I’m disappointed.

Time flies, it’s midnight.

Chen Qing slowly stood up and pointed at a teapot.

“Black prison!”

A black energy suddenly enveloped Chen Qing and Teapot.

The next moment, the two appeared in a black space.

The space was circular with no walls, and was shrouded by something that looked like mist and tentacles. It was hazy and extremely unreal.

The teapot lay quietly next to the soles of the feet, kicked randomly, and spun around.

Once you are imprisoned in a dark prison with a ghost, you must either die or the ghost surrenders. Only in this way will their souls be unified and the black prison will be lifted.

This is Chen Qing’s unique trick to deal with the Ghost King of the Demon Suppressing Tower.

Force it to choose!

Either kill yourself, and you are the master of the Demon Suppression Tower, which is equivalent to dying together.

Either surrender to yourself!

In the previous life, the ghost king suddenly betrayed during the second blood moon, and the order of the entire city collapsed at that moment.

Naturally, Chen Qing would not sit back and watch it happen again.

So, he wants to bet!

Bet that this ghost king will surrender to you.

Now there is only one living creature in the black prison, Chen Qing, so he can naturally be released at any time.

With a thought, Chen Qing lifted the black prison.

Sudden!

The necklace moved!

“Jin Bu Huan, Jin Bu Huan, Jin Bu Huan!”

Suddenly, Jin Bu Huan’s voice came out.

“Jin Buhuan, Jin Buhuan, Jin Buhuan!~”

Jin Buhuan, who was short, skinny, in tatters, and carrying a huge bag, appeared in the room.

The ghost energy level detector in Chen Qing’s hand shook violently, and the data jumped wildly!

Wandering Soul Level F, Wandering Soul Level E, Wandering Soul Level D…

In an instant, the data rushed to Wandering Soul Level C,

Wandering Soul Level B!

Wandering Soul A-level!

Evil Demon E-Class!

Evil D-class!

“Jin Bu Huan, Jin Bu Huan, Jin Bu Huan!”

Jin Bu Huan suddenly jumped onto the teapot that had just fallen to the ground.

As if jumping into the water, the figure disappeared.

And the teapot has turned into a golden pot.

“…”

Chen Qing was speechless!

You pick a cabinet, TV or something!

Why did you choose a teapot? ?

How much can such a small thing be sold for?

Jin Buhuan is a repaying ghost, but Chen Qing was kind to many people in his previous life.

But in this life, he really couldn’t guess who he would be grateful to.

After thinking about it for a while, there was no answer, so I stopped caring about it.

He took the Kunwu knife and went downstairs.

He can finally collect ghosts!

It’s two o’clock in the morning, and there are a lot of rentals.

Chen Qing took a call and arrived at the northern suburbs of the city an hour later.

There was a ghost whimpering faintly, and the air was full of gloom, making the hair stand on end in the summer.

Chen Qing took a deep breath.

Holding the knife in hand, he slowly moved forward.

Ten minutes, half an hour…

Chen Qing soon frowned.

There are too few ghosts!

Unlike the ghosts that filled the ground after the blood moon, the density and intensity of ghosts now are too low, and I walked for a long time without encountering a single one.

I looked at the ghost meter – which is the ghost energy level detector.

There are some differences in the surrounding concentration.

Chen Qing simply stopped walking on the main road, used the ghost watch as a compass, and walked slowly towards the place with high concentration of Yin Qi.

Jumping over the ditch, passing through the wild grassland, going around the fish pond…

I saw a small house in the distance.

The necklace shook slightly.

coming!

The hand holding the knife tightened a little.

Chen Qing looked at the small house.

This little house is very small, only 4 meters long and wide, with a flat roof.

It may have been used to store agricultural tools such as walking tractors. Rusty hoes and shovels were hung on the wall, and the rust stained the wall an iron red color.

Chen Qing slowly turned to the front.

I saw a figure.

He was squatting in the house, cutting with a sickle… a slipper.

The ghost watch trembled slightly.

A number emerged: 6.

Wandering Soul F level.

The lowest ghost!

Almost no harm to humans.

F-level wandering souls generally act on instinct, being chaotic and confused.

This kind of ghost has no effect on ghost control masters, but it is just right for Chen Qing!

The strength of the Ghost King is directly related to the 12 ghosts suppressed.

The weaker the 12 ghosts are, the weaker the ghost king is, and the greater the chance of a contract!

Wait for the Contracted Ghost King to replace these weak ghosts again.

Chen Qing didn’t know how to put the ghost into the tower, so he could only try.

“Take it!”

There was a clanging sound…

There was a sound of metal collision, and a pile of hoes and shovels were brought into the Demon Suppression Tower.

But this ghost… did not move.

The ghost noticed the movement and stood up.

Blue and white skin, thin body.

The striped top reads “Xi Ming Mental Hospital.” Red underpants – yes, no outer underpants.

There are two socks on one foot and no socks on the other foot.

I only wore one slipper, but the other slipper had been killed by it.

Two eyes, one standing guard and the other watching, looking at different places.

“…”

This is a crazy ghost…

Chen Qing was stunned.

Without hesitation, I tried again: “Close!”

Still it didn’t work.

The mad ghost tilted his head, looking at Chen Qing with one eye and observing the ground with the other.

After thinking for a while, Chen Qing threw out the Demon Suppressing Tower with a thought!

“Big!”

The Demon Suppression Tower, which was half the size of a cigarette, suddenly became five meters tall!

With a roar, the small house and the ghost were crushed to pieces!

Dust is everywhere.

Chen Qing stepped aside and smiled.

He could feel that this crazy ghost was taken into the Demon Suppression Tower!

“Come out!”

The crazy ghost appeared in front of Chen Qing.

There was no difference from before, one eye looked at the sky and the other looked at Chen Qing.

“Kneel down.”

The crazy ghost knelt down.

“Jump!”

The crazy guy jumped.

“Run!”

The crazy ghost started to run.

I tried his strength again and it was super weak.

His body shape is about the same as that of an ordinary person, but his strength is probably only comparable to Chen Man’s.

“Get the first one!”

At the moment, Chen Qing looked at the ghost watch again, and walked little by little towards the area with a higher concentration of Yin Qi.

About ten minutes.

The necklace shook slightly.

“Huh~”

“Sigh, smack, smack…smack, smack, smack…” It

sounded like a pig eating.

Chen Qing held the knife tightly and slowly approached the smelly ditch.

This is a stinking ditch that has been settling for several years.

Something was stirring inside, and the stench rose up, making my eyes hurt.

Chen Qing finally saw this ghost.

The body was similar to that of a dog, with a human head and a dog’s body, all covered in ulcers. The black mud at the bottom of the stinking ditch was being dug up and stuffed into his mouth.

Class F ghosts,

toilet ghosts, also called shit-eating ghosts.