(Extra chapter for the hundredth monthly ticket...)
This was probably how these villagers had learned Sheng-survival wisdom!
Tang Changsheng was quite satisfied with the outcome. After waiting two nights without another ghost or deity daring to seize the ritual ground, he quietly followed Fang Xin into the netherworld that night...
That night, Tang Changsheng was immersed in his cultivation when a soft call came from outside: "Brother, brother..."
It was Fang Xin. Knowing Tang Changsheng was cultivating, he had not wanted to barge in.
Tang Changsheng ended his practice and stepped outside with a smile. "You're here, brother..."
Fang Xin looked bitter. "You've made a killing this time, brother, but I've taken a terrible loss. Half my Ghost Soldiers are gone. How am I supposed to get by from now on?"
Tang Changsheng knew Fang Xin's words were part truth, part exaggeration. Still, he really had suffered heavy losses, while Tang Changsheng had claimed the best spoils... Pills and Ritual Swords were of no use at all to ghosts like them...
He smiled. "Don't worry, brother. I'll make up every loss you've suffered!"
Fang Xin brightened at once and stopped complaining. "Excellent. I'll be counting on you, brother. Now, are you ready? Tonight I'll show you the sights and let you see what the netherworld looks like."
Tang Changsheng smiled. "I've been ready for some time!"
Tang Changsheng had already prepared the Dharma Money and other such things. There was nothing more to discuss; he simply sent his Divine Soul out of his body.
Only this time, well, he was going to negotiate a deal. Naturally, he could not unleash the savage, hideous aspect of the Fu Shi ghost.
But that was no problem. The fourth pass of the first level was called Shaking Light Evolution: the Divine Soul leaving