Deputy Yama

I rode the motorcycle and slowly slipped through the crowd. A few hooligans, upon seeing me, hurriedly bowed and shouted, "Elder Brother Snake, Elder Brother Snake!"

The older brother nodded with a smile and waved for them to continue.

As I continued on my motorcycle, I was startled when a man jumped in front of my bike.

Just like Sun Lao'er, when he stood in front of me, the vulgar smell that assaulted my nose immediately rushed up to my head. Normal people wouldn't be able to get close to him, but fortunately, I wasn't knocked unconscious by the smell of his scum while riding on my motorcycle.

"From your appearance, I can tell that you are a rich man. It seems that you are definitely a rich man," the man said. Seeing that I ignored him and was about to leave, that guy changed his tone, "Wait a minute, Hero, I see that you have an extraordinary skeleton. You must be a martial arts prodigy that only appears once in a hundred years. I have an absolute art here that I want to teach you —"

"Tsk," I didn't want to bother with him. Guan, who was playing with a big knife in front of him, was planning to kill the King of Hell. He glanced at him sideways and was about to continue his escape.

"It's a pity that you've hidden your face. You must have gotten into some trouble with something you shouldn't have, and it's already getting serious," the old man continued. "Lightly you lose your life, but more importantly, you'll lose your soul …"

"Tsk," I snorted, the old way again. Seeing that it was no use to say anything good, I began to scare people again. Just as I was about to run away, I suddenly felt that there was something wrong with his words. Normally, scammers would tell others that they had messed with an unclean thing, which wasn't a big deal. However, he would then say, "If it's light, you'll lose your life; if it weighs, you'll lose your soul," which would be a little interesting. Generally, people would say, "The best case scenario is that you've lost all of your wealth" or "You're seriously ill" or something, or something like that, or "The worst case is that you've lost your family and people" or that you're suffering from a bloody disaster. " This old man is different from the others. When I heard his words, I felt that they were tailor-made for me. Only then did Hades realize that the soul is more important than life or death.

When the old man saw my expression change, he knew that I had taken the bait. He stood on the spot with a smirk on his face, waiting for me to speak.

"Fuck, can this method really cure me?" I didn't utter a word, but turned around and slipped away on the motorcycle, leaving the old man alone. I'll hang you. I have a green hat, I'm not even afraid of the Nine Heavens, I'm afraid of who.

"Hey," the old man became anxious, "Don't go, we have something to talk about," then the old man jumped in front of my motorcycle again, "Lad, don't be in such a hurry to go, this old man will tell you, based on my decades of cultivation experience, a great catastrophe is about to befall you."

"Oh," I said, braking the car. "Then you see how hard it is for me."

"Have you offended something you shouldn't have?" the old man asked.

I thought about the Nine Heavens, Mighty Miracle God, King of Demons, and Howling Celestial Dog that I had offended recently. There were many of them, and they weren't humans either, so I nodded my head.

"Aiya," the old man said in a long and strange tone, "Let this old man be accurate." Then he came over and carefully looked around, and then he mysteriously said, "There is a Ten Thousand Year Old Toad Essence under the foundation of the house you are currently living in, and if you don't get rid of it, a great disaster will befall you."

ME:...

"This Ten-Thousand Year Toad Essence has a powerful mana, it can call the wind and summon the rain to scatter the beans," the old man continued, "Every full moon night, the original body will appear to absorb the spiritual energy of the living."

ME:...

"Young man, you are about to face a disaster. I have never lied to you before because I have cultivated for almost a full sixty years. Half of your spiritual energy has been absorbed by the toad. If you continue to grow, you will be seriously ill. If you die, you die …" With that said, the old man intentionally stroked his sparse beard, revealing the depths of his clothes. The inner part of his clothes was made of a piece of yellow silk, and on top of it seemed to be embroidered the Eight Trigrams pattern. Unfortunately, the old man didn't seem to care, and the edges of the silk were already shiny with oil.

I have already heard the inklings, I was thinking that it was some expert, but I didn't expect him to be an old liar. Thus, he asked, "Didn't you just say that my soul would be gone?"

The old man rolled his eyes, "Whether it is a drop or a drop, a person who dies from being sucked away by the toad's spirit energy will be struck eighteen levels of hell by the King of Hell by the time Netherworld. When that happens, their soul will be no more."

He continued, "Young man, you don't know, this old man has cultivated for more than a hundred years, and already has a supernatural ability. I often go to the Underworld and drink with the King of Hell and the others, and even the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha and I discussed the Dao arts together.

The heck, I am the King of Hell, when have I ever drunk wine with you? And this Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha knows who you are, I've never even seen him before!

Since I was free anyway, I might as well play with the old liar for a while. I quickly put on a worried look, "Master, your mana is very strong. I wonder if you have a way to eliminate this frog essence?"

Seeing that I had finally started acting, the old man calmed himself down and put on a dignified appearance as an old deity, but this guy was clearly a low-class goods, far inferior to the Jia Master that Mu Dagang had found, and didn't have the slightest bit of immortalism. "This … "Haha …"

I looked and saw that it was the tempo of asking for money. I hurriedly asked, "Master, how much money do you want? Please don't hesitate to ask."

The old man glared at him. "You who came into this world, what use is money? I also want to save you from danger, not to earn your money —" His words were very righteous, but his constantly twisting fingers betrayed him.

I had a miserable look on my face as I said, "Master, this money is only for me. If I don't even have my life, why would I need money? I need money, though, and I just want it to keep me alive. "

The old man looked at me and nodded, "Defiance Defending the Dao is the nature of everyone in my sect. Originally, I shouldn't have mentioned money, but these 10,000 Year Old Toad Essence isn't easy to deal with. I'm not confident either."

"Master, your old man must save me," I almost rushed forward.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that if I want to subdue it, it's not impossible. It's just that I still lack a magic tool, and I'm the only one who has that magic tool. He once said that refining it wouldn't be easy, but considering the relationship between the two of us, if I wanted to, he would only charge me materials."

I weakly asked, "How much are the materials?"

"These materials are all Natural Oddities that he collected from famous mountains and rivers. Just from travelling to various places, it costs a hundred thousand. Because of my relationship with him, he said he only charged me a hundred thousand." As I spoke, the old man kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye to see my expression.

"A hundred thousand," I said, putting on a show. "Master, I really don't have that much money. I don't know if it can be a little less."

"There can't be any less. This friend of mine has a strange problem; he doesn't like bargaining with others. If we anger him, then he won't even give us a chance to use his magic tool," the old man said with a troubled expression.

"Well, forget it," I said, trying to sneak away with the bike.

"Wait a minute," The old man saw that the cooked duck was about to fly away, and quickly stopped him. "My friend said that for my sake, 70,000 yuan is also fine."

"Ah," I exclaimed, "I was just about to say a hundred thousand, but you and your friend didn't even make a phone call, how did it become seventy thousand?"

The old man lied and didn't match the number. Hearing my question, he was stunned, "This …" "This …" He rolled his eyes and quickly tried to remedy the situation. He confidently said, "You are not someone from our sect and do not know of our methods. Just a moment ago, he and I had already communicated using the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Technique."

"It's better than a phone," I muttered to the old man. "But... However … "I don't have seventy thousand …"

"Fifty thousand, my fellow Daoist said that it can't be any lower —"

"No, really."

"40,000. My fellow Daoist said that if I don't have 40,000, then I don't care."

"Master, not even forty thousand, it's the same as wanting my life."

"30,000, my fellow Daoist said …."

"Nothing."

"20,000, my friend said …"

"There really isn't —"

"This can really be …"

"It's true that I don't have —"

"10,000. That's more than that. I can't even call out to my Fellow Daoist …."

"It's not even 10,000. Master, look at my clothes and shoes. I bought them at this huge auction a few days ago. I only spent 200 or so."

The old man looked at me and suddenly said, "How much money do you have? Tell me —"

"Master, I don't have any of these 200," I said timidly.

The old man glared at me. "Didn't you just say that as long as it can save your life, you can pay me however much you want?"

"Master, isn't it because I don't have money that I said that?"

The old man stared at the motorcycle I was riding and suddenly said, "What motorcycle?"

Then, he looked at me and said apologetically, "Sorry about that, just now one of my friends sent a sound transmission to me, saying that you can use the motorcycle to exchange for his magic items."

After saying that, he looked at me and mysteriously patted his head, "Lad, I'll turn off the Thousand Li Sound Transmission Technique first. Let me tell you, using a motorcycle to exchange for that magic tool is very good. "My friend's magic tool could be said to be …" After saying that, he hesitated for a moment before looking around and continuing, "Come over here and —"

So this old man's brain was actually the switch for the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Technique.

I hastily put my head close to his head. "This friend of mine has a magical equipment that is # $%..." "Do you understand?" "Yes," I said.

I looked at him in confusion. He stuck out his chest, raised his head, and said to me in a righteous tone, "So, this motorcycle can be traded for a magic artefact. After this village, there's no such thing. Do you want to switch?"

I shook my head. "No —"