PFC Chapter 125: Vientiane Ghost
Chapter 125: Vientiane Ghost
"Why...did you disguise yourself as the Thousand-Faced Demon?"
Jiang Ming looked at the "Jiang Ming" transformed by the Thousand-Faced Demon and asked.
The "Jiang Ming" opposite him tilted his head, stuck out his tongue and exhaled:
"Haha——Woof, woof——"
Jiang Ming looked at "Jiang Ming" who was pretending to be a dog, and had every reason to suspect that this Thousand-Faced Demon was scolding him.
"Okay, stop pretending. You should be able to understand what I'm saying."
"Wang-"
"Before coming here, Mo Qianmian never told me that the Thousand-Faced Demon was a ghost."
"..."
The Thousand-Faced Demon put away his tongue, glanced at Jiang Ming, and suddenly disappeared into the darkness.
If the Thousand-Faced Demon doesn't want to show up, it would be impossible to find him in such a big place.
Jiang Ming was not anxious, but fell into deep thought.
There is a ghostly aura about this Thousand-Faced Demon.
In fact, Jiang Ming didn't feel anything unusual at the beginning.
Until the Thousand-Faced Demon transformed into Jiang Ming's appearance.
It seems that it was because of the Thousand Faces Demonic Art that Jiang Ming had some connection with the Thousand Faces Demon.
It was at that time that Jiang Ming keenly sensed a hint of ghostly aura.
If he had not studied ghost ways, he would not have noticed the familiar aura that appeared and disappeared in an instant.
The Thousand-Faced Demon, is it a ghost?
Mo Qianmian had not told him this when he introduced the Thousand-Faced Demon.
He couldn't have been so careless.
Then, it might be possible...
Jiang Ming was not sure either, so he tricked the Thousand-Faced Demon.
But looking at the Thousand-Faced Demon's current appearance, it seems that he guessed right?
Jiang Ming looked around and shouted:
"I know you're still here. Don't be shy, come out and talk. I have wine, do you have a story?"
There was complete silence all around, and the Thousand-Faced Demon did not respond.
"Well, I have no ill will towards you... If you don't believe me, just look, I even made a deal with the ghost tribe."
Jiang Ming shook his hand, and an illusory contract appeared in mid-air.
The ghostly words on the contract are eerie and sinister, revealing its identity and authenticity.
A cold wind blew, and a ball of silver-white mist appeared silently in front of Jiang Ming.
efficient!
Jiang Ming was delighted when he saw this, and quickly took out a Yin Lingzhu and threw it out.
The silver-white mist suddenly jumped like a puppy and swallowed the Yin Lingzhu.
If you have milk, you are a mother.
The Thousand-Faced Demon is an intelligent creature and seems to follow this principle.
It stopped disappearing and started hanging around Jiang Ming.
It seems like it's begging for food.
Jiang Ming blinked:
"sit down."
The fog paused, then sank to the ground, motionless.
"Good boy."
Jiang Ming smiled and threw out a Yin Lingzhu.
So, judging from this situation, the Thousand-Faced Demon is quite simple?
After swallowing the two Yin Lingzhu, the mist on the Thousand-Faced Demon seemed to fluctuate.
Looks very happy.
"What? Didn't Sect Master Mo feed you normally?"
The Thousand-Faced Demon seemed to understand what he said and suddenly changed.
Sometimes it turns into a rabbit, sometimes into a fish, sometimes into a pig...
All kinds of animals, strange and bizarre.
There also seem to be various spiritual beasts and magical beasts.
No two are the same.
Finally, it returned to its original state.
It seems that Sect Master Mo is quite concerned about the Thousand-Faced Demon's food.
Judging from the current situation, the Thousand-Faced Demon should not be picky about food and will eat it all.
But being able to eat and liking to eat are two different things.
Mo Qianmian never imagined that his own Thousand-Faced "Demon" did not like the blood of living beings, but liked yin energy.
"Do you understand ghost writing?"
Suddenly, Jiang Ming asked.
The mist suddenly turned into threads, forming a rune in the air:
"Understand"
"You have to put a period after a sentence, like this..."
Jiang Ming drew a small circle in the air.
The Thousand-Faced Demon was very obedient, and a wisp of mist extended out, forming a period:
"Understand."
"Are you the Thousand-Faced Demon?"
The mist hesitated for a moment, then painted in the air:
"No."
"Then who are you?"
"Vanxiang Ghost."
Jiang Ming's pupils shrank.
He had no knowledge of demons, so he didn't recognize the Thousand-Faced Demon.
But Wanxiang Gui, who had studied the way of ghosts, knew it.
This kind of ghost is not born after the death of a living creature.
Instead, it is the essence of the souls of all living things after death that is condensed and does not disperse. After going through wind and frost, being nurtured by nature, and with various coincidences, an intelligent being can be born.
The conditions and opportunities for its formation are so harsh that the word "harsh" may not be enough to describe it.
Because the Wanxiang Ghost is born from all the spirits in the world, it is born with the ability to transform into any form.
However, this is only its basic ability.
This kind of thing only exists in classics, and not many people have the opportunity to study it.
However, its role is definitely more than just change.
And now, there is a living... well, lively Vientiane ghost in front of him.
Jiang Ming was a little moved.
"Why do you want to pretend to be a Thousand-Faced Demon?"
After all, the Thousand-Faced Demon is also a kind of living creature, and its ability is transformation.
It is easy for the Vientiane Ghost to imitate it.
"Because he said I was a demon with a thousand faces."
He, must be referring to Mo Qianmian.
So, because Mo Qianmian thought that this little guy was the Thousand-Faced Demon, this guy has been pretending to be the Thousand-Faced Demon for hundreds of years?
Should I say it or not, Mo Qianmian might be a bit unlucky...
"Will you come with me?"
"Is food included?"
"This kind of question needs a question mark."
“Is food included?”
"Of course, the Yin Lingzhu is just a small dish. If you follow me, you will get more and better things."
The fog is rolling, as if full of anticipation.
But the Vientiane Ghost soon calmed down, and the mist slowly uttered a few words:
"What about him?"
It seemed to still be thinking about Mo Qianmian.
After all, it is the person who has raised it for hundreds of years.
Although, the food fed was not very much to the Vientiane ghost's taste.
This little guy is quite grateful and has a pure heart.
"You've been working for him for centuries."
Jiang Ming shook his head:
"Besides, don't you want to go out and see the world?"
The Wanxiang Ghost was born from all spirits, but now it is trapped in this dark place and cannot get out. It cannot see the world that nurtured it. Jiang Ming doesn't believe that it is not uncomfortable.
Sure enough, the Wanxiang Ghost excitedly composed the following words:
"think."
"Then, let's go?"
"Walk."
"An exclamation point could be used here."
"go!"
Jiang Ming smiled slightly, bit his finger, and began to write on the ground:
"Come, sign a contract. Food and accommodation are provided. The monthly salary is thirty Yin Lingzhu, and there will be commissions based on performance."
"it is good."
Wanxiang Gui had no suspicion and input his own breath into the contract.
Jiang Ming's blood suddenly emitted a red light, sank into his head, and disappeared.
For a moment, a connection was established between him and the mist in front of him.
The Wanxiang Ghost suddenly became much closer to him and floated over to rub against him.
Jiang Ming suddenly thought.
Is this considered awesome, Mo Qianmian?
Could it be that I was born with the holy body of a minotaur?
Hmm, that's not quite right.
The Wanxiang ghost did not recognize him as its master.
And they worked for him for hundreds of years.
Mo Qianmian didn't pay any salary or give any vacation, but only provided food and accommodation.
Damn your own family!
but……
Mo Qianmian is indeed a problem.
He is still waiting outside. Once Wanxiang Gui leaves, he will definitely not be able to hide it from him.
……
Anyway, the contract has been signed.
Wanxiang Gui has already changed jobs.
Mo Qianmian is the victim, and he has to be treated as such even if he doesn't deserve it.
Go talk to him.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ming waved towards the Vientiane Ghost:
"Come here...well, I need to give you a name."
"it is good!"
Obviously, Wanxiang Ghost also hopes to have a new name to welcome a new beginning.
So it looked a little excited, with mist constantly surging.
"give it to me……"
Jiang Ming patted his chest and looked at the Vientiane Ghost, lost in thought:
"Although you are a ghost with an indefinite form, you are lively and cheerful, with a pure mind, like an innocent girl. Furthermore, your ghostly mist curls around you, like a fairy in the clouds, hazy and indistinct. You can't see your form, but you can imagine its appearance."
"So I have to give you a name that has both the characteristics of a ghost and a girl..."
The ghost fog of all things surged even more violently.
Jiang Ming closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.
After a moment, it seemed as if some important decision had been made.
His eyes lit up, as if there was light:
"Have it!"
"Just call you..."
"Female ghost!"
"?"
Wanxiang Guiwu first subconsciously had a question mark in his mind.
Then, the mist began to fluctuate violently, forming words to express strong protest:
"No!"
Although it did not know the specific meaning of the female ghost, it could vaguely read the evil taste in Jiang Ming's thoughts.
Apparently, the new boss is playing tricks on it.
And it could feel that if it did not protest, its name might be decided directly.
"Well, okay then, why not just call him Little Devil? It's easy to understand and fits the identity."
"?"
The fog condensed, and it was another question mark.
When the Vientiane Ghost puts out a question mark, it's obviously not the thing that has a problem.
"So what do you want to be called? You can choose it yourself!"
Seeing this, Jiang Ming simply kicked the ball over.
The fog surged wildly, and Wanxiang Gui suddenly had an inspiration and wanted to give himself a name that would be passed down through the ages.
half an hour.
Jiang Ming hugged his chest, stamped his feet, and looked at the still surging Wanxiang Ghost.
I couldn't hold back a fart for a long time.
Obviously, it would be too difficult for the Vientiane Ghost, which had been imprisoned for hundreds of years, to name itself.
"I told you to read more and study more, but now you're like this? You can't even come up with a name."
Jiang Ming, who had already signed a contract with Wanxiang Ghost, suddenly revealed his ugly face.
This formed a sharp contrast with the sweet talk, patience and gentleness before signing the contract, and severely taught Wanxiang Gui the first lesson of his ghost life.
It's called human nature.
Upon hearing this, Wanxiang Gui wanted to refute, but found that he was indeed lacking in knowledge.
and many more……
It makes you look like you have a nice name!!!
But in the end, Wanxiang Ghost had no choice but to accept his own name - Little Ghost.
Just like [Senior Sister Sword], it’s Jiang Ming’s style as always.
Seeing that the kid liked his name very much, Jiang Ming nodded with satisfaction and opened his arms:
"Come on, little one, come inside me hard."
When the little ghost heard this, the mist seemed to become empty, ignoring the flesh and pouring into Jiang Ming's body.
It settled in his dantian, making Jiang Ming feel a little bloated in the abdomen.
"Come on, kid, I'll take you to see the outside world!"
When the little ghost heard this, his heart began to beat in Jiang Ming's dantian and he jumped for joy.
and many more……
Jiang Ming had just taken two steps when he suddenly realized something was wrong.
He said he felt bloated in the abdomen.
The little ghost was not lurking in his dantian at all.
But... in his abdomen, it was transformed into—
Another brand new Dantian!
……
It's hard to pass through.
Next up is Mo Qianmian’s level.
The Thousand-Faced Demon is Mo Qianmian’s treasure and the core of the Thousand-Faced Demon Sect.
If he wants to take it away, it will probably take some time...
But to be honest, it was a bit of a waste to leave the little ghost to Mo Qianmian.
Mo Qianmian is already close to becoming a god.
This means that his path is set and there is basically no possibility of changing it.
The little ghost gave it to him, and he could only continue to study the art of physiognomy.
However, the little ghost's role goes far beyond that.
Just now, it actually evolved a second dantian in Jiang Ming's body.
The Vientiane ghost is really so terrifying!
Not only can it transform into a living creature, even its Dantian can be simulated.
If this dantian could be put to use, Jiang Ming could use one dantian to cultivate spiritual power and the other dantian to cultivate demonic energy.
Black and white! Combining the strengths of both!
And it’s double the combat power!
When you finish one, there is still one left.
Even using the two together can produce an effect that is greater than the sum of the parts.
Of course, the difficulty of cultivation will also be doubled, but this is not a problem for Jiang Ming, who has extraordinary talent.
This also gives Xiao Gui unlimited possibilities here with Jiang Ming.
Rather than just sticking to its changing ways.
Jiang Ming walked while thinking about his words.
Before I knew it, I had reached the entrance of the hall.
I saw a slender figure sitting cross-legged on the ground, staring blankly at the hall with a look of reluctance on his face.
It was Mo Qianmian.
But strangely, the two Jindan-stage disciples who were guarding the gate were nowhere to be seen.
"Master Mo, what are you daydreaming about?"
Jiang Ming greeted him familiarly.
"Jiang Ming."
Mo Qianmian looked at the hall with a reluctant look on his face:
"I can't sense the breath of the Thousand-Faced Demon anymore."
"Well... Sect Master Mo, please listen to my excuse."
"No need to say more, Jiang Ming."
Mo Qianmian shook his head:
"When I decided to let you in, I never thought you would come back empty-handed."
Judging from what Mo Qianmian said, he wants to give the Thousand-Faced Demon to himself?
Jiang Ming asked in surprise:
"So what does Sect Master Mo mean?"
"Jiang Ming, I have been studying the Thousand-Faced Demon for hundreds of years."
Mo Qianmian did not answer, but lowered his eyes, unable to explain his meaning:
"But I haven't made any progress in a long, long time."
"I know, it's reached a bottleneck."
"But during my long research, I unexpectedly discovered that the Thousand-Faced Demon...is not the Thousand-Faced Demon."
Jiang Ming raised his head and looked at Mo Qianmian.
There was only a wry smile on his face:
"But I was unable to break its form, so the Thousand-Faced Demon would not reveal its true form and would continue to interact with me as the Thousand-Faced Demon."
"I think maybe my chance hasn't come yet. Maybe one day, I'll realize it."
"And just like that, another hundred years have passed."
"I'm a little tired."
Mo Qianmian suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Ming, his eyes as if he was choosing a son-in-law for his daughter:
"Until you showed up, Jiang Ming."
"you are so handsome."
Well, it sounds good, I love to listen to it, and I’ll talk about it more.
"Too handsome to be unreasonable."
"People like you who are favored by heaven and earth usually have an unreasonable amount of luck."
"So I realized that you might be my chance."
"An opportunity that can help me break through my current predicament."
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