The Dictator of Uncle Nine's World

"Since ancient times, good and evil cannot coexist. As a disciple of Mount Mao..."

Uncle Jiu showed a little embarrassment on his face, and his voice became much quieter.

"As a disciple of Mount Mao, I think I can send out invitations to heroes and invite my fellow brothers and junior brothers to come and help!"

"After all, in such a large ghostland, the lives of hundreds of people are no small matter!"

Uncle Jiu finished speaking awkwardly, Cao Kun understood and nodded. Uncle Jiu was good at playing in a favorable situation, but he was not sure about this unfavorable situation...

By the way, inviting many good players is also a good idea!

"Uncle Jiu, in that case, my dear brothers, I will be responsible for receiving you!"

Cao Kun immediately agreed with Uncle Jiu's opinion. This kind of free helper...

Of course it's free. Do you want me to pay for the trouble caused by your apprentice?

Cao Kun didn't feel embarrassed at all!

If not, he would have driven Wencai out of Yihong Courtyard, causing the family to not even have the chance to eat the jujube buns...

So, now...

"Come on, let's go to the charity cemetery. We will be staying there for the next few days!"

After giving instructions to Yang Xin, Marshal Cao happily went to find Cheng Ziyi!

I've been out for so long, it's time to take a break!

The couple, along with a sugar-sugar girl, headed towards the charity cemetery together!

Uncle Jiu, Wencai, and Qiu Sheng who came after hearing the news, the three of them looked at the three people and the large group of guards who were leaving, and they were speechless for a moment...

Finally, Wencai muttered, "Will I have no place to sleep tonight again?"

At night, in the charity cemetery, Uncle Jiu solemnly began to... write letters. Sheets of yellow talisman paper were densely covered with many small words!

Then, with Uncle Jiu's skillful hands, they were folded into paper cranes. Uncle Jiu blew a breath of aged fairy air at the paper cranes, and the smoked paper cranes could no longer stay still and flew away all at once!

Seeing the paper crane flying farther and farther away until it could no longer be seen, Uncle Jiu finally turned back...

Suddenly I realized that there were two more people in the room?

He was wearing a black shroud and a melon-shaped hat that was worn neatly, but his face was frighteningly pale!

Cao Kun was making eye contact with a guy opposite him.

What are you looking at?

What are you looking at?

Would you like to try another one?

Just give it a try!

What are you looking at?

……

……

The reason why Cao Kun confronted this guy was that this guy who suddenly appeared scared Cheng Ziyi!

You should know that Cheng Ziyi is now Cao Dapao’s only treasure. If you dare to scare our Cao’s treasure, you must be tired of living!

Of course Cao Kun also knew that the other party might not be human!

If you are not a human, I am afraid of you. If possible, I can also be not a human!

"I'm very happy for your sudden visit to my humble abode. What's the matter? Have you burned all the money for this year's ghost money?"

When Uncle Jiu saw the two 'people', he was shocked at first, but after thinking about it, he realized he had no evidence against them, so he started to question them!

The call of "ghost messenger" brought Cao Kun back to his senses and he retracted his cross-eyed look. So this was the ghost messenger. It was nothing, just his face was a little paler!

but……

"Madam, let me help you go back first. We still have children. It's not good for you to have too much contact with them!"

As he said this, he glanced at the ghost messenger provocatively, but found that the ghost was not even looking at him!

Instead, he was staring at Uncle Jiu intently, looking at him as if he was looking at a golden God of Wealth!

Damn, this is blackmail!

Never mind, Uncle Jiu will take care of it. Let’s send my wife back first!

At this time, Zhe Gu took over the apprenticeship, looked at Uncle Jiu with some concern, and said to Cao Kun,

"Son-in-law, you stay here and help your uncle Jiu with his advice. These two... look like they have bad intentions!"

Women's minds are always very delicate, and the ghost's eyes can reveal a lot of clues!

Cao Kun looked at Cheng Ziyi and saw her nod to him, then he sat down again, ready to see... ahem... help, ready to help!

"What? What did you say?"

Uncle Jiu jumped three feet high in surprise. This ghost messenger just said that Wencai knocked out two ghost messengers who were escorting the evil ghosts from hell and released hundreds of evil ghosts...

This... this... this...

"Wencai... come here..."

At a shout, Wencai walked in timidly, with his head lowered, not daring to look at Uncle Jiu's face!

"Let me ask you, last night you..."

"Yes, but I don't know..."

"You clearly knew that it was a show for ghosts, why did you go in..."

"There's nowhere to go, you and..."

"Stop!"

Uncle Jiu stopped the questioning. He couldn't say anything more. If he continued, he would be...

"Ahem, now that the matter is clear, you two, just tell me what you want. As for taking him away to be convicted? Forget it!"

Uncle Jiu is confident. He can become the boss of the underworld bank and be responsible for printing money. He has a background!

The two ghost officials looked at each other and saw from each other's eyes that the money had come and they were going to get rich!

"Lin Jiu, since you said so, let's get straight to the point. 50 million taels, no bargaining. At the same time, you are also responsible for catching the evil ghosts who escaped, not one less!"

"Yes, one less, five million taels!"

The two ghost officials spoke one after another and set the price of the matter, without allowing Uncle Jiu to interrupt or refute!

Seeing the ghost catcher's firm attitude, Uncle Jiu was helpless. He made up his mind and said, 50 million is 50 million. If he loses 5 million, he can just give him 100 million at most!

Isn't there a big head here?

Suddenly, Cao Kun shuddered. Damn, that bastard was plotting against me?

He cursed inwardly, and then tried hard to listen to the bargaining between the two parties again. 50 million... 5 million...

My god, is the underworld so rich? I am almost dying of worry with only 10 million!

Uh, I remember the old Tiandi Bank, a 10 billion note...

Cao Kun suddenly lost all his envy!

It’s still this silver dollar, it’s really comfortable to hold!

"Okay, it's settled. Three days later, at midnight, you have to hand over the money with one hand and the ghost with the other!"

Uncle Jiu stood up at this time, nodded to the two ghosts, and clasped his fists at the same time!

The two ghost officials nodded at the same time, and then... disappeared!

Cao Kun, pouting, so rude!

After the ghost left, Cao Kun asked the question that had been puzzling him since the beginning!

"Uncle Jiu, I heard people say that ghosts eat mud. It means that if you want to talk to ghosts, you have to eat mud. Otherwise, the ghosts won't understand you, and you won't understand ghosts either!"

"But when I looked at you just now, it seemed like you didn't eat either..."

Uncle Jiu was relieved when he heard this. Fortunately...

"The ones who came today are ghost messengers. They are the ones who work in the underworld after death, so they naturally understand human language!"

"The eating mud you mentioned refers to the Yin Messengers. They are formed naturally from the Yin evil spirit of the underworld and cannot understand human language. Therefore, to communicate with them, you need to hold mud in your mouth, so that you can communicate effectively!"

At this point, Uncle Jiu was relieved again. Fortunately, he didn't have to eat dirt. Wencai had just fertilized the land outside yesterday...