Pendulum: I'm a knife seller on credit, and I'm looking for Ah Cha to collect the debt.

This system is overbearing.

Although he could not communicate with Song Yuan, Song Yuan figured out some ways on his own.

The first is the task protection mechanism.

All the task objects in the Song and Yuan task list cannot cause any damage to Song and Yuan.

Neither the Queen Mother of the West nor A-Cha could do anything to Song and Yuan.

That's why Song Yuan was so confident when he went to collect the debt.

On the contrary, if A-Cha and Queen Mother of the West did not return the corresponding items as Song Yuan said, then the things Song Yuan said might really happen in the underworld or heaven.

After all, Song Yuan was a real knife seller on credit before he traveled to this world.

It was very easy for him to cut off the opponent's Feng Shui lifeline with one knife.

This is the same whether it is the feng shui lifeline of the underworld or the feng shui lifeline of the heaven.

Song Yuan was sitting in the shop choosing the materials for the next knife he needed to make. While he was madly complaining about the system and going crazy, there was suddenly a knock on the door outside.

"Please come in," Song Yuan's shop is still doing business after all. The blacksmith shop owner can forge anything he wants, which is usually a side job for people who sell knives on credit.

The knives and scissors made by the knife seller are all first-class.

Zhao Li walked in.

Song Yuan was overjoyed. Wasn't this another mission target? And it came right to his doorstep.

Zhao Li walked up to Song Yuan, looked him up and down, and said with certainty, "Are you the man who sold the knife on credit?"

However, Song Yuan looked confused. "A knife on credit? Oh my god, people still buy knives on credit these days? How poor are you? How much does a knife cost you?"

Zhao Li's old face turned red.

Right.

Although the other party is the owner of a blacksmith shop, it does not mean that he is necessarily a knife seller on credit.

He is really crazy, everyone looks like that guy to him.

However, Song Yuan, who was behind him, kept chattering, "The knives here are all handmade and of excellent quality. The cheapest fruit knife is only a dozen yuan. What's the idea of buying knives on credit these days?"

Zhao Li was about to leave in shame and anger, but when he heard what Song Yuan said, he stopped abruptly. He walked over to a sword displayed in the shop and stopped: "Your sword is well made."

"That's right." Song Yuan selected the fine iron and looked like he was about to start making the knife. "Don't you see who I am?"

Zhao Li looked like he was really carefully selecting the knives in Song Yuan's shop. "I also need a pair of large scissors. The scissors you sell here are quite good. They are hand-polished and excellent."

As he spoke, Zhao Li approached Song Yuan.

However, just as Song Yuan was casually playing with the fine iron in his hand, Zhao Li, who had circled behind Song Yuan, suddenly attacked Song Yuan's head.

However, Song Yuan just turned around and gave him a look.

Zhao Li just stood there in a daze.

At this time, Zhao Li and Song Yuan looked at each other, and it seemed as if they saw a sea of stars in Song Yuan's eyes. His eyes suddenly became weird, as if there was a world in them.

Zhao Li only felt as if he had traveled through time and space at that moment. He was wandering in the sky, aimlessly like a wandering soul.

then.

Zhao Li came to the side of a monk.

However, this monk had a face exactly like his.

The monk had a solemn expression, but in his hand he held a long sword that was totally inconsistent with his status. The sword's cold light was so sharp that once one looked at it, one would never forget it.

The monk came to a secluded place with the knife in his hand, made a seal with one hand, and muttered something. After a while, a towering gate appeared in front of the monk.

There is a ghost face on the door.

The ghost had a green face and fangs, and its huge eyes scanned the monk up and down: "You shouldn't have come."

"Then give me back my zither!" The monk's expression remained unchanged, full of stubbornness. He would not give up until he achieved his goal.

The man with the ghost face wanted to persuade him again, but he didn't expect that the monk would raise the big knife and hit him on the head.

A blood-red mark was smashed onto the ghost's face, and blood spurted out. "The knife of the knife seller? They actually lent you a knife? They were actually willing to lend you a knife??? Hahaha, then you can come in. Maybe we can be in the same business in the future."

Although his face was covered in blood, the ghost face was smiling happily.

Originally, the ghost face was above the two doors, and there was a crack in the middle. Now, after being chopped by the monk, it was broken into four pieces.

Blood gushed out, and the ghost face slowly disappeared, turning into a plaque standing on the door frame of the tall door.

There are three words written on it: Ghost Gate.

The door opened in response.

Zhao Li followed the monk inside, still complaining, "What the hell is this? The monk is wearing ancient clothing, and the Ghost Gate doesn't look the same as it used to. No wonder I always feel like there are dents on those two doors. Could this monk have chopped them? Why does the monk look exactly like me?"

He was confused but also full of curiosity. Without thinking too much, he followed the monk in.

A strong wind blows in Huangquan.

The day of the eagle.

Those who are born on this day will go to the underworld.

Zhao Li seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand.

The monk came to Mengpo Village.

Yes, that was a long time ago.

Zhao Li looked at Mengpo Village and took a deep breath. He thought of the past. He thought of how Mengpo Sanqi scratched his palm before she died, and golden blood gushed out and stained Sanqi's face.

Meng Po died at this point.

Zhao Li's blood can kill Meng Po.

But he didn't know why. He concealed this matter from the underworld, and only he and Meng Po knew about it.

Meng Po is a special creature born from the heaven and earth. When Meng Po was still alive, the entire Yellow Spring was filled with yellow sand. Meng Po was the master of the Yellow Spring.

On the day of the twilight hour, a strong wind blew up in the underworld, blowing yellow sand into the sky. The entire underworld was covered by the yellow sand, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Therefore, on that day, even if the living died, it would be difficult to find out.

But the first level they went through was Mengpo Village.

The monk came to Mengpo Village.

Zhao Li also followed him to Mengpo Village.

He was fortunate enough to see the most beautiful Meng Po in history - Sanqi's mother, Meng Qi.

It was already very late when the monk went in, and all the souls of the day had embarked on the path of reincarnation.

"At this time in the underworld, all ghosts must go through Meng Po's test. However, any evil ghosts that don't enter reincarnation can be eaten by Meng Po."

"Ordinary ghosts drink Meng Po soup and enter the cycle of reincarnation. When it comes to handling these things, Meng Po is much faster than Niu Tou and the two judges." Zhao Li couldn't help but sigh.

At that time, Meng Po could even control the Yang volume among the Yin and Yang volumes.

It would be much faster to just take the treasure of the underworld than those three idiots.

After all, he is an earthly immortal born from heaven and earth.

There is no comparison between Niutou and the two judges.

"But later on, Sanqi disappeared. As for Changsheng, that fellow wasn't a terrestrial immortal born of heaven and earth. Besides making Mengpo soup, he's useless. And he can't eat ghosts." Zhao Li kept complaining, "But what is this monk doing in Mengpo Village? Isn't he walking into a trap?"

Sure enough, Meng Po discovered the monk.

Meng Qi was a very intelligent woman. She saw the monk's immense merits and pressed him down. "You delicate and tender girl... why don't you have some fun with me?"

Seeing the monk with a face exactly like his own, Zhao Li blushed: Is this... something I can see?