Night.
Xiaomo Alley.
Mao Pan coldly stared at a manor.
Inside was his target for this trip - Dabang's Uncle Cai.
At this moment, Mao Pan couldn't tell if he was himself or Ma San.
In short, both of them had each other's memories.
Including their hatred.
Naturally, Mao Pan placed his first hatred on Luoying.
But it had been several years since he had defected from Luoying.
When he went back to the old camp, he only saw an empty building.
A mess.
Therefore, his purpose in finding Uncle Cai was clear.
If anyone in Sanbianpo knew Luoying's location.
It had to be Uncle Cai.
After all, Ma San had also dealt with him before.
He knew that Luoying didn't trust Uncle Cai either.
So Uncle Cai and his men only knew one of the Flour Merchant's mountaintops.
But as long as he could find that mountaintop, it would be enough.
“Should I charge in and grab him? Or follow them when they deliver the goods?”
Mao Pan was conflicted in his heart.
But his current situation no longer allowed him to think.
Yesterday, he attacked in Xianglong International.
He injured Chen Hao.
But he was also shot several times.
He was even hit in a vital spot.
Along the way, healing his wounds had cost Ma San a lot of strength.
This led to the fusion of their memories.
Neither could control the other.
At the same time, it also caused his thinking to become chaotic.
Specifically, his eyes suddenly turned blood red before he could think it through.
“Cai! Get out here!”
Mao Pan dashed forward, charging directly into the manor.
But as he burst through the gate.
Suddenly.
The surroundings changed drastically.
The scene before him also transformed.
“Go! It's him!”
Ma San's mind shouted a warning.
“Shut up! I'm invincible!”
Mao Pan's mind still prevailed.
He didn't care what the surroundings looked like.
He smashed walls when he saw them.
He demolished buildings when he saw them.
He was going to grab the man.
Just then.
“Hey! You have a path to heaven, yet you don't take it. You have no way out of hell, yet you barge in.”
A deep voice sounded in his ears.
A man suddenly appeared before him.
He tossed a light, fluttering handkerchief towards him.
“No!”
Ma San's mind was filled with fear and despair.
Mao Pan only felt the sky suddenly darken.
Then, his vision went black.
He lost consciousness.
…
“Master, is that enough?”
Uncle Cai, Dan Tuo, and the Dog cautiously huddled in a corner.
Dan Tuo looked at the earthen wall that Mao Pan had smashed open and the solid wood house with a large hole in it.
His eyelids twitched, and his legs trembled, but he still held his gun, protecting Uncle Cai.
But what made everyone even more unbelievable was.
When Mao Pan charged in with such ferocity.
He suddenly stopped moving.
And the Master Tai, who had been meditating all this time.
Casually walked forward.
He covered Mao Pan's face with a handkerchief.
Then the towering, inhuman body collapsed.
What kind of technique was this?
Was he joking?
Fortunately, he was on their side.
“It's okay. Find someone to carry him out and bury him,”
Chen Tai instructed.
He observed the Soul Refinement Handkerchief in his hand.
Inside the handkerchief, a ferocious, ferocious ghost roared.
He couldn't help but feel a hint of joy in his heart.
“It's actually a High-Grade Ghost?”
Ghosts.
From low to high.
They are classified as Remnant Souls, Yin Souls, Evil Ghosts, Ferocious Ghosts, Ghost Soldiers, Ghost Generals… Underground Lords… Yin Emperor.
From Evil Ghosts to Ghost Generals, they are further divided into three grades: Upper, Middle, and Lower.
Each time they grow a grade, they need to devour enough souls, or the seven emotions and six desires that can replace the power of souls.
“It's really a demonic sect.”
Chen Tai remembered that when he first discovered Ma San, he was only an Evil Ghost.
This usually requires killing a lot of people before death, being filled with resentment after death, and being nurtured in a place with a heavy accumulation of Yin energy.
Ma San, who came from the Luoying rebels, just met this condition.
“He must have killed at least a hundred people while possessing Mao Pan, and who knows what other heinous acts he did to become a High-Grade Ghost.”
Suddenly, Chen Tai slapped his forehead.
“If I had known this, I would have let him go to the Flour Merchant.”
“If he had wiped out the Flour Merchant's lair, he would have at least been a Ghost Soldier.”
But reality doesn't have a time machine.
Once Ma San was taken back into the Soul Refinement Handkerchief.
It was as if his previous growth experience had been wiped clean.
He was also somewhat weakened because the Soul Refinement Handkerchief took away some of his strength.
“Forget it, it doesn't matter, a Ferocious Ghost is enough anyway.”
Chen Tai maintained a good attitude.
“With this Ferocious Ghost, my Five Evils Ghost Soldiers can have a leader.”
“Who would be suitable?”
Ordinary Five Evils Ghost Soldiers are made by taking Yin Souls and attaching them to bodies.
Although they are cheap and easy to get, their growth limit is not high.
Their lifespan is also similar to ordinary people, and because of the parasitic Yin Souls, they are even shorter lived.
But when it comes to making Five Evils leaders or generals using Ferocious Ghosts or even Ghost Soldiers and above.
The way the host coexists with the Yin Soul is more similar to the relationship between Mao Pan and Ma San before.
Except that Mao Pan was the dominant one.
Their fighting power is slightly weaker than Daoist Soldiers, but they are born to suppress and subdue Yin Souls.
If you add the three chapters of Ghost Dao that Chen Tai taught them.
It's like a person without cultivation aptitude being forcibly incorporated into ghost cultivation.
Even in this age of declining magic, they can still develop some decent skills.
At least they can touch the edge of the Qi Refinement realm.
They can be considered a very good type of advanced cannon fodder.
Chen Tai stroked his chin, thinking back and forth.
Suddenly, he looked towards Uncle Cai, who was carefully attending to him.
“Uncle Cai, I have a favor to ask, would you like it?”