In the depths of the dark grove, a golden monkey was climbing up the trunk, and when it returned to the forest, it squeaked excitedly. Although all this in front of it was not its familiar hometown, it was not difficult to settle down here.

With its spiritual energy, it has already possessed some wisdom, and it is a piece of cake to survive in the woods full of ignorant beasts.

But just as it climbed onto a thick tree trunk and looked into the distance to see where it was suitable to settle down, it suddenly realized that the sky suddenly became dark, and at the same time, there was a chill from the depths of its soul, just like a pair of extremely evil eyes staring at it in the dark!

"Squeak!"

The strong anxiety made it jump off the trunk immediately. Sure enough, the trunk was chopped into powder in the next second, and fell down and dissipated into the bushes.

When the golden-haired monkey caught a glimpse of this scene, the dead souls burst out. While screaming, they fled forward desperately, fearing that their lives would be lost if they were one second late!

However, even though it had tried its best, it still did not avoid the attack of the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Swish!"

The sound of tearing like a sharp blade slashing through the air suddenly sounded among the bushes. The golden monkey opened his eyes wide, his limbs gradually drooped down. His bloody body was wrapped around by a few almost unfathomable silk threads and slowly dragged into the depths of the bushes...

After its corpse touched a clump of trees, it could be seen from it that the corpse of a huge snow-white rabbit was vaguely seen, and it seemed that the other one had also been tragically injured.

Just those with spiritual energy cannot escape the attack of real monsters!

As the monkey's corpse disappeared deep in the bushes, the "crying" sound of chewing flesh and bones began to slowly sound in this almost dead space, making people unable to help but feel sore teeth.

As mentioned before, these animals with spiritual energy are excellent tonics for monsters, not to mention this delicious meal that comes to your door.

After a long time, after the space fell into silence again, another strange sound gradually came out, which was a little dull and hoarse, and vague, just like I had just learned to speak, and every word was quite difficult.

"Sheng Family...Sheng Yunting..."

It also heard what the strange human said before.

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There is not much fun in this era. The life of the second generation ancestor who listens to operas and goes shopping every day soon loses its initial freshness for Du Bai, who has enjoyed modern high-tech. Boredom, repetition, and boredom fills every day's life. The only thing that can make him rejuvenate his spirit is the time to practice calligraphy and exercise every day.

So sometimes he would suddenly have a strange impulse, wanting to change his technology route, study computer networks, and reinvent things like mobile phones that would allow him to spend these boring times leisurely.

But after calming down, he thought of the terrifying work and a huge amount of knowledge, but he had no choice but to give up.

"Why continue to salt the fish..."

Of course, salted fish is impossible, and there are always many things waiting for him to do, whether in Yuanyang City or in the ghost city.

After nightfall, he changed his perspective again and came to the ghost town.

This time, the main reason was that the Peach Blossom Demon had reported to him that the exclusive currency of the ghost city had already achieved initial results, waiting for him to check whether it was feasible.

Still inside the familiar hall, Du Bai moved his body slightly, his eyes turned to the peach blossom demon kneeling under the stage and the few little monsters behind him who dared not look up because he was afraid of his majesty, and said lightly: "Has it been done?"

"Yes, king!"

The peach blossom demon nodded, and his sleeve gently brushed across the ground. As her movements, a row of various currencies emitting ancient dark colors were exposed in front of him, waiting for his choice.

Some are round and similar to copper coins, some are square and similar to paper, and some are oval...

It can be seen that the Peach Blossom Demon did take some effort to gain his recognition, and the patterns on these coins have a unique charm.

However, in fact, this appearance is not particularly important. For this currency to really play a role, it is necessary for him to inject his breath himself, otherwise no matter how fancy the appearance is, it will be just a pile of waste.

Du Bai glanced at it and finally chose the round open-hole currency similar to human copper coins in the front.

"That's it." Du Bai held the coin in his hand, and a trace of breath was injected into his mouth. He heard a light buzzing sound from the copper coin.

As for this denomination, it is easy to deal with. Judging from the intensity of the breath he injects, the less breath he injects, the lower the value. This is a completely unsuccessful business for him.

"When this currency is fully revealed, you can start to adopt the employment system and pay remuneration to teachers. You can also open up the market system and collect more treasures from the market that others do not need for the time being..."

In the future, under his control, this ghost city will gradually deviate from its original primitive life and gradually become formal. In essence, the self who controls currency will have the decisive voice, although the self with the strongest strength is already at its peak.

But speaking of this, he implemented all these systems not for himself, but for the sake of his own, but for the prosperity of the ghost town. As he used to speak with his fists, fighting was common. This so-called ghost town was not even as good as any ordinary human town except for its extremely terrifying yin energy.

Most of the ghost towns of any contemporary era are the same. A powerful ghost king sits on the throne, watching the evil ghosts below fight and swallow each other, destroying all morals and ethics, just like raising a Gu.

In their eyes, only the strong can survive.

Those demons eat raw meat and drink blood, without discipline or loyalty at all. For them, they can live one day, and they may be killed by other monsters or Taoist monks one day. Not to mention those little monsters with low strength do not have much dignity for life...

But he didn't like such a arrogant and fun-free living environment.

He has seen a modern civilized society, received a superior education, and understood what is right. Since he is the king here, he has the responsibility to bring a better life to his people, rather than treating them as slaves.

This is what he wants to do.

Of course, he has to admit that his thoughts are strange in this era and the world where ghosts and evil are rampant, and even appear out of place, which can easily cause dissatisfaction among the monsters who are used to being arrogant.

But who made him the strongest?

Come on, who is disobedient, let’s fight alone, and we don’t have to be afraid of fighting in groups...

Fortunately, what made him happy was that no one who was not afraid of death dared to disobey him.

"I hope everything I do is really useful..." Du Bai looked at the cloudy sky outside. Even though he was so powerful that no one could defeat him, he could only do this.
Chapter completed!