The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 75 Door-to-Door Delivery
"Get up."

Wang Wen waved his hand and released a gentle magical power to help Ma Feng up. He raised his eyes and was about to put away the City God Order floating in his sight.

'what? '

Just with this habitual glance, he suddenly found something wrong. He immediately spread out his hands, and the City God Order turned into a physical entity and appeared in his palm.

He took the bronze court tablet and looked at it carefully to make sure he was not seeing things. The number behind the Yin De column was indeed 145.

"Wasn't it 20 points when I converted three swords last time?"

He retracted the City God Order into his body and stared at Ma Feng, who was standing in front of him with his hands hanging down, with doubt in his eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly thought of a possibility: "Ma Feng, take out your Yincha Order and let me see it."

"Sir, please look!"

After searching his body for a while, Ma Feng took out a cast iron token from his arms and presented it to Wang Wen with his hands.

Wang Wen took it and took a look... As expected, behind the column of Yin De on Ma Feng's Yin Cha Order, there was the word "37" written.

In other words, Ma Feng himself has 52 points of Yin De.

When he promoted Ma Feng to be a ghost messenger, he only gave him a symbolic handling fee of 5 points, and the rest of the good deeds were paid by Ma Feng himself.

That makes sense...

No wonder that in those mythological stories, there are often legends about generals with outstanding achievements, honest officials who benefit the people, and great philanthropists who accumulate virtue and do good deeds, who are granted the title of Yinguan after death.

Who wouldn’t like subordinates who bring their own food and save you a lot of trouble and effort?

It is so difficult to accumulate good karma. You have to risk your life and rely on luck.

However, when working in the underworld system, one has to spend good karma everywhere, and one doesn't even have enough to spend for oneself, so who would be willing to help others?

Compared with Ma Feng...

Chen Sandao scratched his head in confusion: "Brother, why are you looking at me again?"

Wang Wen said angrily, "Nothing!"

Chen Sandao: ???
"Okay, joining our profession is just like learning martial arts from a master."

Wang Wen made up his mind that he must urge these souls to earn Yin De on their own: "The master leads you to the door, but the practice is up to you. I can only promote you to the position of Yin Messenger. The subsequent promotion depends on your own practice."

"Maintain the laws of the underworld and kill the evil spirits of those who have committed crimes. You will be rewarded for your merits. Merit points can be exchanged for understanding of the Tao and enhance your strength."

"Maintain the dignity of the underworld and eradicate the obscene temples and evil sacrifices that attempt to encroach on the power of the underworld. The higher-ups will reward you with Yin De. Yin De points can not only elevate your Yin God realm, but also accumulate merits to be promoted to higher positions."

"A Yincha can be promoted to Yinbu if he accumulates 100 Yinde merits."

"After a Yin Bu reaches the realm of the Night Wandering Yin God and accumulates 300 merits, he can be promoted to the County God..."

"The assessment and promotion process in the underworld is fair, just and open. There is absolutely no fraud!"

"How far you can go depends entirely on yourselves!"

He looked selfless, as if he had nothing to do with it.

These words really shocked Chen Sandao and Ma Feng.

Ma Feng flipped through his own Yincha Order and said with delight, "As expected of the underworld, the officialdom is so clear and honest!"

Chen Sandao also performed a disembowelment act for Wang Wen once again, taking out his own Yincha Order from his chest and examining it carefully: "Brother, what do I do with these merit points?"

Wang Wen took the Yinchaling from his hand, and Ma Feng hurried over when he saw this.

Then Chen Sandao's order came:

【Yin Cha Ling】

【Achievements: 27】

Yin De: (empty)

Yin God: (empty)

[Hundred Schools: Zhao Chang Chang Quan (Second Level) (Improved), Yin Qi Jue (First Level) (Improved)]

Wang Wen pointed to the glittering word "Improve" behind the Qi Induction Technique and said to the two ghosts, "From now on, whenever these two words light up, it means that your current accumulated merits are enough to improve your understanding of this Taoist method."

"For example, the twenty-seven merit points you've accumulated, San Dao, are enough to improve the two skills, 'Zhao Chang Chang Quan' and 'Yin Qi Jue'."

"But I suggest you give up the Zhao Chang Long Fist. This boxing technique is no longer useful to you. First, focus your merit points on improving the Qi Induction Technique and cultivating your soul. As long as you cultivate a trace of Yin Ling magic power, you can absorb the Yin Messenger Order into your soul."

"I'll find a way to get you a sword technique later, so you can practice..."

Upon hearing this, Ma Feng immediately said, "I have practiced the 'Eight Wind-Breaking Swords' for many years. If Brother Sandao doesn't mind, I can teach him!"

Chen Sandao turned his head with satisfaction and patted Ma Feng's shoulder, then raised his head and said, "Be sensible, little brother. From now on, Brother Dao will protect you in this area!"

Wang Wen suppressed the urge to slap the guy's head off, and instead shoved the Yinchaling Order back into Chen Sandao's hands: "Don't waste time, seize the moment and try!"

Chen Sandao fiddled with the Yinchaling: "Brother, how do we do this?"

Wang Wen pointed to the word "promote" after the Yin Qi Jue and said to him, "Press here!"

Chen Sandao pressed the word "upgrade" as instructed. In an instant, a large amount of black energy surged out of the Yinchaling and sank into Chen Sandao's body. Chen Sandao's eyes suddenly became straight...

Wang Wen looked at him and waved to Ma Feng to step back.

After a while, Chen Sandao's body slowly expanded like a balloon, and gradually exuded a powerful aura.

Wang Wen felt that this guy was finally no longer as fragile as before, and began to feel thick enough to crush the kang.

Not long after, a whistling sound of wind was heard. Chen Sandao opened his eyes and waved his hand in ecstasy. A ball of black gas burst out and smashed a black hole as big as a washbasin on the ground ten feet away.

Three black lines appeared on Wang Wen's forehead, and he said coldly: "If you want to die, then continue to cause trouble!"

Chen Sandao's smile froze, and he turned to a wry smile and said, "Brother, I was itching to show off my skills and couldn't control myself. Please forgive me..."

"Don't do this!"

Wang Wen pointed expressionlessly at the slowly healing black hole and said, "Brother, let's be clear about the accounts. It will take me ten points of Yin De to fill this hole. You don't have any Yin De now, so I'll fill it for you. When you have some, you can return it to me... The rule in the martial arts world is nine out, thirteen back!"

With that, he turned and flew towards the portal in the distance.

The dejected Chen Sandao and the smirking Ma Feng hurried to catch up.

……

With this pair of Hengha generals protecting him, Wang Wen felt much more at ease.

He took a comfortable bath, changed into a loose silk pajamas, and fell asleep happily.

As a result, he just saw his dream lover and before he could reach out his evil hands, the golden light of the City God's Order and Chen Sandao's noisy voice woke him up from his sleep.

"Brother, wake up..."

Wang Wen stared sleepily at the spider webs on the beams and said in a muffled voice, "You'd better be okay!"

Chen Sandao whispered hurriedly, "Someone's sneaked in, quite a few of them... What should we do?"

Wang Wen turned over and faced away from him: "Are you ready to bring your weapons?"

Chen Sandao: “I brought it!”

Wang Wen: “Kill them all!”

Chen Sandao: "Brother, that account..."

Wang Wen: "It doesn't count as your interest."

Chen Sandao: "Alright, big brother, you sleep well, I'll be back soon!"

Then a slight sound of wind was heard, and Chen Sandao passed through the wall and left.

A few moments later, there was a burst of "ping pong pong" fighting sounds outside, mixed with a lot of panicked shouts.

Wang Wen wanted to continue sleeping, but with so much noise outside, how could he sleep? He could only close his eyes and judge the number of people by the footsteps and shouts outside.

Soon, he determined that there were about thirty or forty people...

"How dare such a small group of people come and touch our Night Screw?"

'Who gave them the courage?'

He was just wondering when he saw the City God Order he had just put away pop up, and the golden words "+14" floated behind the achievement column.

"Hey, a 20-point ghost, what a rare thing!"

He was immediately happy, thinking that those two bastards were really hungry, so aren't you guys delivering the package to their door?
Along with the "ping pong pong" sounds of fighting, loud and low shouts and chaotic footsteps quickly came from the surrounding rooms.

Wang Wen lay on the bed calmly, holding his head, thinking that these people were quite responsive. Then he heard a familiar sound of heavy footsteps approaching quickly from afar...

The next second, there was a "bang" and a figure kicked open his door, rushed in holding an oil lamp, and shouted in a low voice: "Brother, wake up quickly, the enemy is here!"

Wang Wen: …

"Calm down."

He said weakly: "Three Blades and the others are dealing with it..."

Before he could finish his words, Ma Feng descended from the sky with a gust of cold wind and said urgently, "Your Excellency, the leader of the bandits is very skilled in martial arts. My subordinates and Brother Sandao cannot stop him, so we have ordered him to rush out!"

Wang Wen: …

"What evil have I done!"

He sat up resignedly and looked at the man and the ghost who were staring at each other in bewilderment. "Where's Chen Sandao?"

Ma Feng: “Followed.”

Wang Wen: "Where are the others?"

Ma Feng: "We're done!"

Wang Wen stood up, took off his silk pajamas, picked up his stinking dirty clothes and quickly put them on: "Ergou, call our brothers to clean the floor, and call up twenty more brothers for me, put on their armor and mount their horses and wait for me!"

Xu Ergou responded, turned around and hurried out of the room.

Wang Wen put on his clothes and waved his hand: "Ma Feng, go find San Dao first. Tell him to be steady and don't follow too closely... I will use the spirit summoning technique to find you later. You follow the sound of horse hooves to meet us."

Ma Feng clasped his fists and said, "Yes!"

After saying that, he jumped up and floated away through the roof.

Wang Wen hurriedly put on his armor, but saw Taoist Ji Liang rushing over: "Erhu, is this villain a demon from the White Lotus Sect?"

Wang Wen shook his head: "I'm not sure yet. I only know that not only people are coming, but also powerful ghosts..."

Seeing him wearing armor, Taoist Ji Liang wanted to say something but held back. He simply reached out from his bosom and pulled out a blue talisman, handing it to Wang Wen: "This is the Five Thunder Talisman, use it for self-defense!"

"Thank you, Taoist Priest!"

Wang Wen took it with a smile on his face and held it in his arms with great care.

He recognized this thing. Back then in the Liu family compound, Cheng Xian used a talisman like this to kill the green-faced evil ghost with a bolt of lightning.

……

After a while.

Wang Wen grabbed the fine steel and silver spear, jumped on his horse, and waved his hand, saying, "Brothers, follow me!"

"drive!"

Twenty fully armed riders, holding torches high, rode out of the inn through the side door and went around to the front street.

Wang Wen secretly performed the spell of necromancy and silently chanted in his heart, "Chen Sandao, respond quickly, respond quickly." He soon sensed the location of Chen Sandao, turned his horse's head, and drove towards the other side of the long street. Twenty riders followed closely behind him with torches held high.

The chaotic sound of horse hooves merged into a violent roar like thunder, shattering the silent night, and one light after another lit up in the darkness.

The large group of people had just turned two streets when Ma Feng's stealthy figure appeared in the night sky. If the City God's order had not popped up automatically, Wang Wen would have almost not noticed that guy.

He raised his head and nodded at Ma Feng under the night sky, indicating that he had seen him.

Seeing this, Ma Feng clasped his fists, turned around and floated back the way he came, leading the way for Wang Wen and others on the ground.

The group turned left and right in the city, and after walking around several streets, Ma Feng's figure stopped above the gate of a house and stretched out his hand to walk inside.

Wang Wen took a quick look around and saw that the gate had neither stone lions nor door knockers or door panels. He immediately concluded that the owner of this place was just an ordinary wealthy family.

"Follow my orders, get on the rocket!"

Wang Wen was really addicted to setting fires. Seeing this situation, he had no intention of rushing in at all, so he directly ordered his knights to set fire.

When the old soldiers of the Western Army heard his order, they took out the arrows with cloth wrapped on the tip without hesitation, dipped them in kerosene, lit them, and drew their bows and strung them.

"put!"

Wang Wen waved his hand heavily.

"Om."

Amid the vibration of bowstrings, twenty rockets drew an arc in the air and flew into the courtyard.

"Upper String!"

Wang Wen raised his hand expressionlessly, gazing at the black smoke gradually drifting out from above the house, and waved his hand once more vigorously: "Release!"

"Om..."

Another twenty rockets flew into the house.

"Upper String!"

"put!"

"Upper String!"

"put……"

"Oh!"

The door suddenly shattered, and a young man in white with a distorted face rushed out, wielding a gleaming silver machete. With glaring eyes, he slashed at Wang Wen headfirst: "You bastard, give me your life!"

Wang Wen tilted his head and looked expressionlessly at the young man who was staring at him intently with blood in his eyes. When the young man rushed within ten feet of him, the fine steel silver spear in his hand suddenly slid out, like a python out of a cave, and the precise shot pierced his throat. The spear head, with a puff of blood, protruded straight from the back of his head.

The young man's furious and fierce eyes dulled in an instant, and his agile body suddenly stiffened. He just held the rotten silver knife straight and hung it on Wang Wen's fine steel silver spear.

'That's it? ’

Wang Wen raised his head in confusion and looked at Ma Feng in mid-air.

Ma Feng shook his head vigorously and continued to point into the house, indicating that this was not the real owner and that the real owner was still inside.

"Pfft."

Wang Wen swung the steel gun with one hand and threw the corpse hanging on the gun away as if throwing away garbage. When he put the gun away, he twisted the gun barrel, and the red tassel rotated, throwing away all the blood flowing down the gun head.

"Upper String!"

He raised his hand again with an expressionless face.

At that moment, a muffled voice rang out from the broken door: "Lord Wang, do you understand the principle of not pursuing a desperate enemy and of making things convenient for others and yourself?"

Wang Wen frowned, turned around, raised his gun, and snatched a torch from the hand of an old soldier of the Western Army beside him. Then he swung the gun hard, and the torch flew into the dark gate.

The flames flew by, illuminating a tall figure wearing dark blue brocade clothes, with gray hair on the temples, standing with a sword in hand.

(End of this chapter)