Chapter 1 A Bamboo Slip

　　Yuan Muye knew that Zhang Dali was right.

　　It wasn't that Zhang Dali was a low-level ghost spirit and couldn't obtain any information.

　　When Yuan Muye was a low-level special paranormal investigator, he was basically a newbie. Even back then, Yuan Muye's level was lower than Zhang Dali's level among the ghost spirits.

　　So, it was even more impossible to get any information.

　　It was only later that his strength improved that he obtained some information.

　　But now, Yuan Muye was just a section chief. His position wasn't high, but it was basically enough.

　　At this moment, he stared intently at the two groups of ghost spirits fighting. When these two groups of ghost spirits fought, they showed no mercy and went all out to kill each other.

　　Before long, some ghost spirits were killed.

　　Zhang Dali watched this scene, his face paling slightly.

　　Yuan Muye also noticed something that one of the ghost spirits was holding. It seemed to be a bamboo slip, and the bamboo slip was emitting a faint light.

　　This made Yuan Muye a little curious. Could it be that the life-and-death struggle between the two sides was for this bamboo slip?

　　Just a bamboo slip?

　　After a battle, both sides suffered casualties. The ghost spirit fighting Long Qianbei was also quite strong and had powerful supernatural abilities. He also had a black jar in his hand. The pressure released by that black jar was extremely strong.

　　Even Long Qianbei had to take three steps back when he encountered that jar.

　　The battle between the two sides soon entered a fever pitch.

　　Zhang Dali, who was watching this scene from the side, felt a storm in his heart and was extremely shocked.

　　This, how is this possible?

　　It was unimaginable.

　　The ground continued to crack, and even the yin winds howled, and the world changed color.

　　The surrounding mist all seemed to have encountered a huge hand and began to spread in all directions.

　　Could a ghost spirit do this?

　t Are you able to do this if you have reached the strength of a level seven ghost spirit?

　　Unlike Zhang Dali, Yuan Muye maintained a peaceful state of mind as he watched.

　　At this moment, Zhang Dali asked, "Little Mu brother, what do we do now?"

　　"What to do? Nothing. Just watch."

　　Yuan Muye said casually.

　　After another quarter of an hour, both sides were obviously exhausted. It was unknown how long they had been fighting, but their auras were obviously greatly depleted.

　　At this moment, Yuan Muye suddenly appeared and walked out slowly.

　　Yuan Muye's appearance immediately attracted the attention of the two groups of ghost spirits.

　　Zhang Dali followed closely beside Yuan Muye, not daring to leave for even a moment.

　　In this kind of ghostly place, if he was killed by some unknown thing, he wouldn't know what to do.

　　After Long Qianbei saw Yuan Muye appear, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he immediately said, "Ghost friend, you've come at the right time. Quickly kill him."

　　When the other ghost spirit saw that Long Qianbei seemed to know Yuan Muye and said these words, he immediately became a little nervous.

　　Looking at the aura on Yuan Muye's body, it was very strong, definitely not below them.

　　But just as he was nervous, Yuan Muye suddenly said indifferently, "Long Qianbei, are you mistaken about something? You and I have only met once. I don't need to help you kill someone, do I?"

　　"Negative emotion points from Long Zhang +666..."

　　Long Zhang looked at Yuan Muye with a gloomy expression, but soon the gloomy expression was dispelled by a faint smile. He said, "Ghost friend, we have indeed only met once, but if you can help me kill this old fellow, I am willing to give you a Bloodthirsty Grass. As long as you get this thing, it can help you improve your cultivation and break through your realm."

　　"Really? Let me see the Bloodthirsty Grass."

　　Yuan Muye didn't delay and asked directly.

　　"Here."

　　Long Zhang also knew that if he didn't give Yuan Muye the Bloodthirsty Grass at this time, if Yuan Muye helped the old man on the opposite side, then wouldn't he only be able to be passive?

　　Yuan Muye took the Bloodthirsty Grass, opened the box and looked at it. This Bloodthirsty Grass had a strong yin energy, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary thing.

　　If he could have this thing in hand, it would definitely be of great help to refine ghost pills in the future.

　　Moreover, this kind of medicinal material would have a greater effect on cultivation. Thinking of this, Yuan Muye said in his heart, "Okay, the thing is good. Long Qianbei, I have accepted your thing, so I will naturally help you do things."

　　After Yuan Muye finished speaking, he looked at the other old man. The other old man was also crying in his heart. Looking at Yuan Muye's figure, he showed a look of crying and laughing, and said, "Little brother, we can talk things over. He can give you things, and so can I."

　　"Oh?"

　　Yuan Muye suddenly became curious and asked, "Qianbei, what can you give me?"

　　This old man had a thin face, and his face looked like it had been hacked with knives and axes. It looked a little strange. "Little brother, the things I can give you will naturally not be bad."

　　As he spoke, he took out a medicine bottle from his body and said, "This is a rare spirit liquid that I found. Giving this to you, I believe it can also help you improve your strength."

　　Yuan Muye reached out and took the bottle. After taking it, he said, "Thank you, Qianbei."

　　Yuan Muye opened the bottle and looked at it. Immediately, a fragrance came. Well, it should be a good thing too. Yuan Muye roughly calculated in his heart.

　　At this moment, Zhang Dali's face couldn't help but change. Looking at Yuan Muye's actions, he was completely ripping them off.

　　He would offend two qianbei at once.

　　When these two qianbei recovered, they would have to find trouble with Yuan Muye.

　　But then he thought that Yuan Muye was originally a human. When he returned to his own clan, what was there to be afraid of?

　　At this time, a prompt sounded in Yuan Muye's mind, "Negative emotion points from Long Zhang +999..."

　　"Negative emotion points from Guo Zheng Gang +999..."

　　So the other old man is called Guo Zheng Gang.

　　The negative emotion points increased by two thousand all at once. That's great.

　　"Little brother, how is it? My thing is much more valuable than the Bloodthirsty Grass."

　　"The thing is indeed good. In that case, Long Qianbei, I'm a little sorry. I'll return the Bloodthirsty Grass to you."

　　Yuan Muye said indifferently.

　　When Long Qianbei heard Yuan Muye's voice, he almost vomited blood from anger.

　　"Negative emotion points from Long Zhang +999..."

　　Yuan Muye just happened to be short of negative emotion points. The things they gave were good, but compared to Yuan Muye wanting to improve his strength, he felt that it was still a little short.

　　After all, negative emotion points are the king.

　　"Ghost friend, are you so untrustworthy?"

　　Long Qianbei said a little speechlessly.

　　After Yuan Muye heard this, he said innocently, "Long Qianbei, you have misunderstood me. The highest bidder wins. This is how I show that I am not biased."