Deliveryman of the Heaven

By the time he got back to the courtyard, it was already 3 or 4 in the morning.    

    

After the two masters went to sleep, Weiqing locked the door from the inside and gently placed the Longevity Pine on the table.    

    

Demonic General Horseman and the God of Plague were on the same level in the Underworld, so now that the new generation of Demonic Horseman had spoken, as long as they could find his father's Ghost General Ghost Face from the previous generation, they could use whatever they want. There weren't many opportunities like this, and Weiqing wanted to confirm if the evil cultivator inside his Zhao Tomb was Jun Linchen or not!    

    

This Horse-Face before him was a completely new opportunity for Weiqing.    

    

All this while, Weiqing tried his best to maintain a friendly relationship with the deities in the Tusita Palace group. On the contrary, he was a little averse to it in his heart. After all, the pressure the Heaven Realm placed on the human world was too great. In other words, Weiqing was a chess piece for the Heaven Realm in the human world.    

    

What he needed to do was to resolve this mess. Anything that surpassed the control of the Heaven Realm needed to be corrected by people like Weiqing!    

    

Weiqing was a little worried, worried that the more he knew about Yue Yang, the harder it was going to be for him to keep this job.    

    

When Weiqing had the mood to resist, the people of Heaven Realm would become dissatisfied and a second person would immediately come to replace Weiqing.    

    

Weiqing felt that this was an opportunity for him to build a good relationship with the Underworld. If he could get a job in the Underworld too, then Weiqing's capital and strength would quickly rise to another level. No matter where he was, strength was the greatest guarantee for you.    

    

"Sigh, it's a pity that I don't have the Yin Yang Eyes. I can't communicate with the Messenger!"    

    

There were many things about the Mao Mountain Sect, among which were the more objective methods to make talismans and a few simple array formations. However, Weiqing was not in the mood to research on this right now, but was thinking about how to communicate with the horse mask reared in the Longevity Bamboo.    

    

Ye Zichen had wanted to ask for help on WeChat, but he just couldn't do that.    

    

If he let the new generation of Horse-Face know that his father was in Weiqing's hands, perhaps he would have rushed over immediately. Then, the things that Weiqing could ask would be limited.    

    

As he sat, Weiqing fell asleep on the table. He even forgot to turn off the light in his room.    

    

Whooosh.    

    

It was unknown what time of day it was, but one could only vaguely hear the chirping of chickens in the yard outside.    

    

Weiqing felt that his shoulders were patted a few times, and when he looked up in a daze to see that there was no one around him, he stretched his body and walked towards the wooden bed. The autumn night was a little cold, Weiqing pulled on his blanket and was about to continue sleeping, but he heard a weak voice, "Brat, why are you lying on my body?"    

    

"Who is it!"    

    

The sound was very soft, but Weiqing who was a monk was the first to wake up and sit up!    

    

"Didn't you want to see me?" Gugu's strange voice also carried a trace of vulgarity.    

    

Weiqing stood up from the bed, and said in shock: "You're the Ghost General Horse-Face?"    

    

A voice came from the room. "Otherwise, do you think that there would be a flower girl hiding in your room?"    

    

The sudden appearance of Horse-Face somewhat exceeded Weiqing's expectations …    

    

After all, Horse-Face was no longer the famous Ghost General, but a ghost who had lost his physical body and divine spark. Furthermore, he had been tortured by Half Immortal Xian for decades.    

    

"That Master of yours is amazing." Horse-Face sighed and said, "Pick a few leaves and rub them on your eyelids. If I didn't feel the aura of the Dark God from you, I wouldn't have casually revealed my face. After all, the current me is weaker than an ordinary person's soul."    

    

After Weiqing bit off the bamboo leaves, he rubbed them on his eyelids, and saw a blurry white figure sitting cross-legged at the head of his bed. The person who looked neither human nor ghost and had disheveled hair was like a bamboo pole, his face was deathly pale and his eyes had a tinge of green color.    

    

If they didn't see the Underworld symbol that was almost completely gone from Horse-Face's forehead, who would have thought that this was a ghost servant of the Underworld?    

    

Horse-Face slowly raised his head, revealing a gloomy smile, and said with a smile, "I can sense the aura of a Heaven Realm expert from your body."    

    

Weiqing did not dare to hide anything, and said: "This kid is currently a deliveryman in Tusita Palace's chat group, he has come here to carry out a mission, are you alright?"    

    

"Haha, don't worry. No matter what, I have done it in a way that captivates one's spirit. Although I cannot escape the cycle of life and death, I still have some understanding of the mysteries of life and death. Right now, dawn is about to break, and it's time for Yin and Yang to alternate between the heavens and the earth. This time, the damage to me is the smallest, and there are some things that I think we should talk about, right? "    

    

Horse-Face was like an old man who had seen through life and death, and he let out a long sigh. His grey eyes didn't flicker in the slightest.    

    

Weiqing carefully asked: "Let's talk about what happened to you?"    

    

"A hundred years ago, I followed the order of the iron face judge to Xianyang City and apprehended a group of people who died a miserable death. This kind of thing is nothing to me, so I quickly guided them on their journey. When I was passing by, I felt that there was a very strong resentment in the Xianyang City, and saw a black dragon spiraling in the sky. I could tell that it was a very powerful vengeful spirit, so I decided to stay behind and investigate it, as we ghost servants also need to have good results, if we can lock away a very strong vengeful spirit and return to the Underworld, then I can obtain a lot of merits. Very quickly, I discovered that this vengeful spirit was hiding in the Zhao Tomb Palace.    

    

"Lord Iron Judge was indeed right. The mortal world is a place that even the Heaven Realm and the Underworld cannot stay in for long!"    

    

In the end, I lost in a complete mess. My long spear was broken, my body was destroyed, but I still managed to escape in the end, and came to Zhao Tomb Village to recover some of my vitality before heading to the Underworld to get reinforcements. In the end, however, I was found by Half Immortal Xian and trapped in the Longevity Bamboo.    

    

Horse-Face's tone was very calm. He didn't reveal too much joy, anger, or sorrow, as if he was narrating a story that had happened to someone else. Perhaps, after decades of torture in the hands of someone who couldn't even be considered a Daoist, a ghost general's spirit had long since been extinguished.    

    

Weiqing chose to become a quiet spectator and continued listening to Horse-Face.    

    

"To be honest, I am quite thankful for this Half Immortal Xian. If it wasn't for him keeping me in the bamboo of longevity, I'm afraid that I would have been captured by that damned vengeful spirit. Maybe this vengeful spirit is too strong, I intend to rest in the Longevity Bamboo for a while, but in the end, this bastard took out one of his ancestor's magic treasures, the Black Maitreya Buddha, and made me not dare to leave the Longevity Bamboo so easily. In the end, step by step, I became a tool in his hands.    

    

Weiqing could not help but ask, "Who exactly is that person from the Zhao Tomb Underground Palace?"