Chen Qing sat back on the carpet to continue his cultivation.
Thinking of Chen Xi made him feel nauseous.
What on earth was he thinking in his previous life to have taken a liking to such a person!
But cultivation was more important at the moment. He calmed himself down and sat cross-legged again.
Cultivation couldn't be rushed, but the Blood Moon was approaching, and there were a lot of things to do after learning the Black Prison Ghost-Contracting Technique. He had to speed up.
"Chen Qing, can you accompany me to play outside today?"
Chen Man came over.
"Uh..." Chen Qing thought for a moment and shook his head. "How about asking those brothers to play with you?"
With that, he rang the service bell.
Chen Qing also wanted to enjoy this short-lived comfort before it was gone forever.
But he couldn't.
"Then I won't go," Chen Man said expressionlessly and shook his head. It was hard to tell if he was disappointed or not.
Time passed quickly, and it was midnight.
Chen Qing slowly stood up and pointed his finger at a teapot.
"Black Prison!"
A cloud of black gas suddenly enveloped Chen Qing and the teapot.
In the next moment, the two of them appeared in a black space.
The space was circular, without walls. It was surrounded by something that looked like mist and also like tentacles, hazy and very unreal.
The teapot lay quietly at his feet. He casually kicked it, and it rolled around.
Once locked in the Black Prison with a ghost, either one of them would die, or the ghost would submit, and then their souls would be unified, and the Black Prison would be lifted. The most terrifying thing was that the targets applicable to the Black Prison Ghost-Contracting Technique seemed to be more than just ghosts!
This was Chen Qing's trump card against the Ghost King in the Demon-Suppressing Tower.
Force it to choose!
Either kill him, but since he was the master of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, it would be equivalent to mutual destruction.
Or submit to him!
In his previous life, the Ghost King suddenly betrayed during the second Blood Moon, and the order of the whole city collapsed at that moment.
Chen Qing definitely wouldn't let that happen again.
So, he wanted to take a gamble!
Gamble that this Ghost King would submit to him.
Now that there was only Chen Qing, a living being, in the Black Prison, he could lift it at any time.
With a thought, Chen Qing lifted the Black Prison.
Suddenly!
The necklace moved!
"Jin Bu~huan, Jin Bu Huan, Jin Bu Huan!~"
Very abruptly, Jin Bu Huan's voice rang out.
"Jin Bu~huan, Jin Bu Huan, Jin Bu Huan!~"
Jin Bu Huan, who was skinny and short, with tattered clothes and carrying a huge sack on his back, appeared in the room.
The Ghost Energy Level Detector in Chen Qing's hand suddenly vibrated, and the data started jumping wildly!
First-level Wandering Spirit, Second-level Wandering Spirit, Fourth-level Wandering Spirit...
Instantly, the data rushed to the Fifth-level Wandering Spirit,
Seventh-level Wandering Spirit!
Tenth-level Wandering Spirit!
First-level Evil Spirit!
Third-level Evil Spirit!
"Jin Bu~huan, Jin Bu Huan, Jin Bu Huan!"
Jin Bu Huan suddenly jumped onto the teapot that had just fallen to the ground.
It was as if he had jumped into water, and his figure disappeared.
And the teapot had turned into a golden teapot.
"..."
Chen Qing was speechless!
Why didn't you choose a cabinet or a TV or something!
Why did you choose a teapot!?
How much money can such a small thing sell for?
Jin Bu Huan was a gratitude-returning ghost. In his previous life, Chen Qing had helped many people.
But in this life, he really couldn't guess who he had helped.
After thinking for a while without an answer, he stopped thinking about it.
He picked up the Kunwu Knife and went downstairs.
Finally, he could go and capture ghosts!
It was two o'clock in the morning, and there were quite a few taxis available.
Chen Qing took a taxi, and an hour later, he arrived at the northern suburbs of the city.
There were faint ghost wails, and the air was full of yin energy. Even in the middle of summer, the hairs on his body stood on end.
Chen Qing took a deep breath.
Holding the knife in his hand, he walked forward slowly.
Ten minutes, half an hour...
Soon, Chen Qing frowned.
There were too few ghosts!
Unlike after the Blood Moon when there were ghosts everywhere, the density and strength of ghosts now were too low. He hadn't encountered a single one after walking for a long time.
He looked at the ghost watch - that is, the Ghost Energy Level Detector.
There was a difference in the concentration around him.
Chen Qing simply stopped walking on the main road and used the ghost watch as a compass, slowly walking towards the area with a higher concentration of yin energy.
He jumped over ditches, passed through wild grasslands, and went around fish ponds...
From a distance, he saw a small house.
The necklace vibrated slightly.
Here it comes!
He tightened his grip on the knife.
Chen Qing looked at that small house.
The small house was very small, only about four meters long and wide, with a flat roof.
It might have been used to store farm tools like walking tractors. Rusty hoes and shovels were hung on the wall, and the rust had stained the wall an iron-red color.
Chen Qing slowly walked around to the front.
Then he saw a figure.
It was squatting in the house, cutting at... a slipper with a sickle.
The ghost watch vibrated slightly.
A number appeared: 6.
First-level Wandering Spirit.
The lowest level of ghost!
It hardly posed any harm to humans.
First-level Wandering Spirits usually acted on instinct, muddled and ignorant.
This kind of ghost was useless to Ghost-Controllers, but it was just right for Chen Qing!
The strength of the Ghost King was directly related to the twelve ghosts it suppressed.
The weaker the twelve ghosts were, the weaker the Ghost King would be, and the greater the chance of contracting it!
When he contracted the Ghost King, he could just replace these weak ghosts.
Chen Qing didn't know how to take the ghost into the tower, so he could only try.
"Take in!"
Clang clang, clatter...
There was a sound of metal colliding, and a pile of hoes and shovels were taken into the Demon-Suppressing Tower.
But this ghost... didn't move at all.
The ghost sensed the movement and stood up.
It had bluish-white skin and a skinny body.
The striped top it was wearing had the words "Ximing Psychiatric Hospital" written on it. Red underpants - yes, it wasn't wearing outer pants.
It had two socks on one foot and no sock on the other foot.
It was only wearing one slipper, and the other slipper had already been killed by it.
One of its eyes was looking in one direction, and the other was looking in a different direction.
"..."
This was a crazy ghost...
Chen Qing was stunned for a moment.
Without hesitation, he tried again: "Take in!"
Still, it didn't work.
The crazy ghost tilted its head, with one eye looking at Chen Qing and the other observing the ground.
After thinking for a while, Chen Qing had an idea and threw out the Demon-Suppressing Tower!
"Enlarge!"
The Demon-Suppressing Tower, which was about half the size of a cigarette, suddenly grew to five meters tall!
With a rumble, it crushed the small house and the ghost into pieces!
Dust filled the air.
Chen Qing took a few steps back and smiled.
He could feel that this crazy ghost had been taken into the Demon-Suppressing Tower!
"Come out!"
The crazy ghost appeared in front of Chen Qing.
It was exactly the same as before, with one eye looking up at the sky and the other looking at Chen Qing.
"Kneel down."
The crazy ghost knelt down.
"Jump!"
The crazy ghost jumped.
"Run!"
The crazy ghost started running.
He then tested its strength. It was extremely weak.
Its size was similar to that of an ordinary person, but its strength was probably only equivalent to that of Chen Man.
"Got the first one!"
Immediately, Chen Qing looked at the ghost watch again and walked slowly towards the area with a higher concentration of yin energy.
About ten minutes later.
The necklace vibrated slightly.
"Huff~"
"Smack, smack, smack... Smack, smack, smack..."
It sounded like a pig eating.
Chen Qing tightened his grip on the knife and slowly approached the stinky ditch.
This was a stinky ditch that had been stagnant for several years.
There was something churning inside, and the stench was rising, making his eyes hurt.
Finally, Chen Qing saw this ghost.
It had a body similar to that of a dog, a human head, a dog's body, and its whole body was festering. It was digging out the black mud at the bottom of the stinky ditch and stuffing it into its mouth with smacking sounds.
First-level Wandering Spirit,
Toilet Ghost, also known as Shit-Eating Ghost.