Chapter 429 Ghost Pattern

Jigu City, outside the south of the city, a wide stone road extends from the city gate to the far south.

On the east and west sides of the road, the fiery red leaves of the tall moon burdock trees are connected in pieces, like a sea of ​​fire.

Under the lush tree canopy, the green-tiled wooden buildings of different heights are arranged in a star-like manner. The range is so large that you can't even see the edge at a glance.

A newly built courtyard stands quietly at the southernmost edge.

The two-story wooden building faces north and south, and two moon burdock trees that are as tall as a person's forearm are on the east and west sides.

Chen Mu sat in front of the stone table on the east side of the courtyard.

The invisible force turned into a circular spider web more than ten meters long, covering the courtyard.

The fine jade dew particles were constantly absorbed and gathered by it, and in a blink of an eye, they turned into a fist-sized ball. With a thought, the fist-sized jade dew was divided into two parts and evenly fell around the roots of the two moon burdock trees.

Chen Mu put away the dew collection spell, and a burst of leaves colliding came to his ears.

The palm-sized fiery red leaves of the two moon burdock trees were shaking and swaying constantly, and fresh buds were emerging from the branches, and the slender branches became a little thicker. The overall growth rate was so fast that it was visible to the naked eye.

Chen Mu looked at the moon burdock tree, which seemed to have taken stimulants, with a strange look on his face. He could vaguely sense a cheerful mood from the whole tree, just like a cat that had taken catnip.

"A tree that looks like an animal? A specialty of the underworld? Hehe..."

This was his fourth day in Ji Gu City.

After releasing the five ghosts to take away Niu Sanmiao's moon burdock beads, the other party took everyone away from the Forgotten River the next day.

Perhaps in order to earn the jade dew beads of the next batch of people, Niu Sanmiao hurried all the way and completed the seven-day journey in only five days.

He led a few strange-looking people into the city, and they, the ordinary ghosts, were thrown to the children outside the city.

These yahangs are obviously very familiar with receiving new Yin spirits, registering them, introducing common sense, renting houses and settling them down. With a set of smooth operations, they quickly integrated into Jigu City.

The small courtyard where Chen Mu is located belongs to the yahang, and they have to pay 30 jade dew beads every month.

Ordinary Yin spirits can collect one and a half jade dew beads every day, half of which they need to eat, and the other one is just enough to pay the rent.

"I won't starve to death, but it's hard to have a surplus."

"You calculated so carefully, there are capable people in Jigu City."

This reminded him of his experience of farming in the lower courtyard of Tongtian River. If there is no way to break through, he can only be trapped in the same place, constantly collecting jade dew for Jigu City, and it is difficult to escape.

"Unless you starve to save jade dew, you will have no money to buy other things."

"Oh, maybe planting trees can work." Chen Mu looked at the moon burdock tree.

"It's a pity that moon burdock beads are not worth much."

In Jigu City, one jade dew bead can be exchanged for a gourd of moon burdock beads. At most, it can only help buy some daily necessities. It is basically impossible to make a fortune by planting trees.

"Is this considered... a human-shaped spiritual field that produces jade dew beads? Tsk..."

...

In the evening.

The cold white sun in the sky slowly sank to the west.

There were three dishes on the stone table in Chen Mu's courtyard.

A plate of fried golden nuts, a plate of thinly sliced ​​brown-red braised meat, and a plate of fiery red cold leafy vegetables.

Shi Dechun held a small wine glass and ate meat and drank wine happily.

Chen Mu also tasted the unique food of Yinming with a strange look on his face. Although the appearance is different, the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty taste is exactly the same.

"The kind of power you are talking about is called Yinling divine power." Shi Dechun took a sip of wine, his cheeks slightly red, and said: "It is said that if you practice the dew-collecting spell to a deep level, you can control it. It is the root power of our Yinling."

"Have you known the effect of the dew-collecting spell for a long time?" He looked at Chen Mu suspiciously.

Since this little bald guy got the dew-collecting spell, he would recite it whenever he had something to do.

Not really.

Chen Mu shook his head in his heart.

He was just habitually brushing his proficiency at first.

"I just saw those weird guys reciting it all the time, so I followed them and practiced more." He shrugged and said casually.

Shi Dechun, however, suddenly realized: "It must be Niutou who told them alone!"

"It seems that whether alive or dead, it's the same everywhere. If you don't have the ability, you are naturally not worthy of being treated differently."

Then he laughed happily: "But I don't envy you. For me, having wine to drink and wood carving is enough."

Chen Mu looked at him in surprise.

Although this old man is cowardly and slippery, he is indeed quite open-minded at times.

"Yin soldiers, Yin soldiers, with the word "soldier" in their names, they must fight. I dare not." Shi Dechun shrugged.

"If you have an idea, you can practice more."

"First practice the power of the Yin spirit, then awaken the supernatural power, then you can go to Jigu City to be a Yin soldier."

Chen Mu frowned slightly.

Practice the power first and then awaken the supernatural power?

"Do you need the power of the Yin spirit to awaken the supernatural power?"

"Yes, the Yin soldiers in Jigu City are all like this." The old man took another sip of wine, his eyes were hazy.

This is not right, when he just climbed out of the Wangchuan River, he had the ability to confuse the gods for a short time.

"That one-eyed man Haiyuan has not practiced the power of the Yin spirit, right?" Chen Mu frowned.

Before, by the Wangchuan River, he did not detect the power of the Yin spirit in the other party.

"Hehe, so he is the traffic light you are talking about." Shi Dechun laughed strangely.

What does it mean?

"The glowing eyes are at most a ghost trick, not a supernatural power."

"At best, it is just the initial awakening of the gifted talent, and it cannot be activated normally."

Chen Mu suddenly realized.

But here...

His heart skipped a beat.

Although they looked similar in every way, the true form of the Cloud Mirage Sky Demon was not a real Yin spirit after all.

"Besides, if he really awakens his magical power, he will definitely grow magical ghost patterns and restore his human face."

"Just his red-green light look, haha..."

Restore his true appearance? Magical ghost patterns?

Chen Mu was stunned.

He did have some ability to confuse the gods, but what the hell was a magical ghost pattern?

He wanted to ask again, and then he saw Shi Dechun slip under the table.

Chen Mu's face twitched immediately.

Can't you finish your words before getting drunk? !

And you said you've been drinking a thousand cups a lifetime without getting drunk.

That's the alcohol tolerance? !

Chen Mu pouted, and urged the Qi Ban Baili to throw the sleeping old sly guy into the rocking chair at the door.

He sat at the table without moving, slowly chewing the unknown braised meat.

Really want to be a ghost soldier?

Chen Mu shook his head secretly.

As long as he thought of the risk of fighting, he was immediately filled with resistance.

But if he doesn't become a ghost soldier, it seems that he can't find other ways to increase his strength.

He accidentally came to the underworld of the underworld. Although he was deceived by the true form of the demon, he was not in danger for the time being. But this is not the world of the living after all, and he still needs to return to the mortal world.

If he wants to find the way back, he must have strength.

The underworld has no earth spirit vitality, and magic power has become a limited consumable and can no longer be used frequently.

"The power of the underworld spirits must continue to be practiced."

"Only by mastering the local power and deeply blending into the underworld can we better find the way back to the world."

"As for the underworld soldiers..."

"Let's talk about it after we understand the magic power and ghost patterns."

...

Two days later, Gu Yue Zhai in the south of Jigu City.

This is a large business in Jigu City. It is said that the city lord of Jigu City is behind it.

All the precious objects in Jigu City flow out from here.

And those underworld spells similar to the dew-collecting spell can only be obtained through Gu Yue Zhai.

"Magic power ghost pattern? Isn't it good that you draw it?" An old man with a goatee looked at Chen Mu happily.

"Is this a magical power ghost pattern?" Chen Mu pointed at the silver vertical pattern between his eyebrows in disbelief.

"No!"

Chen Mu's face suddenly turned black.

Are you kidding me!

"I just said that you drew it like it." The shopkeeper with a goatee said with a smile.

"I didn't draw it!" Chen Mu retorted unhappily.

"Oh?" The goatee's face changed: "Could it be that you are the kind of genius that can condense ghost patterns on your own?!"

Even though Chen Mu has practiced for many years, he still couldn't help but feel a jump in his heart.

He has the magical power of confusing the gods, and this silver vertical pattern that comes with it may really be that magical power ghost pattern!

After carefully observing for a long time, the shopkeeper with a goatee stood up with a look of realization.

"Is it a magical power ghost pattern?" Chen Mu was looking forward to it.

"It's a birthmark!" The shopkeeper with a goatee looked sure.

Chen Mu: "..."

What a birthmark!

You might as well say I drew it!

Seeing the other party's happy expression, Chen Mu's face suddenly turned black.

This old man is fooling around!

"Do you think you are special and a genius?"

"It's a pity that other people think so too, haha..."

"Little bald head, don't let your imagination run wild." The old man with a goatee laughed: "Wait until you save enough jade dew beads to buy the "Flying Flame Sutra", then consider the ghost pattern talisman seed."

Ghost pattern talisman seed?

"Flying Flame Sutra"?

Chen Mu's eyes suddenly lit up.