The night covers the sky, and the cold wind roars.

A pier in the wilderness is deserted, cold and deep, and the resentful and cold wind is sobbing, as if thousands of ghosts are circling, crying in the world, making people shudder.

On the desolate pier, there was a ghostly figure, wearing a black veil, wearing a hat, holding a fishing rod, staring at the water ahead with concentration.

When Yin Ziji came here, a huge crucian carp suddenly jumped out and bit on the fish hook.

"The fish is hooked." The figure let out a gloomy laugh. When his arm was lifted, the fishing rod suddenly rose up into the air. The fishing line rotated. The sharp hook flew towards the dock and landed steadily in the basket. The crucian carp slid down the hook and struggled to fall into the basket.

Yin Ziji applauded and said, "The corpse old man is good at fishing."

"Haha..." A cold sneer came from under the hat, and the ghost turned around in an instant, revealing an old and terrifying face, a pair of dark eyes, staring at Yin Ziji coldly, "Tomorrow, you are finally here."

Yin Ziji walked to him with a smile: "Today is the day I officially became a member of the ten tribes. How could I miss it? I also have to thank the zither for his support during this period."

"It's so polite." Under the hat, Su Ying, the old Yan Tu ten tribes, squeezed out a smile that was even worse than bitterness under the corpse old man fishing for the smoke wave, and looked at the crucian carp that had just been caught in the basket.

"Do you know what is the most important thing about fishing tomorrow morning?" the corpse old man suddenly asked.

Yin Ziji looked at the crucian carp that was struggling constantly in the basket and spoke calmly: "Of course it is bait consumption. The fish see the bait but not the hook, so they become greedy and eventually fall into the basket."

The corpse old man smiled mysteriously: "You said it well tomorrow morning. The fish will not see the hook when they see the bait, which is the biggest reason why they will be caught by me. But in fact, like fish, we can only see the immediate benefits, but we cannot see the hidden crisis behind it. Therefore, many people will be caught by others, so you must remember it."

Yin Ziji nodded: "Fish see bait but not hook, people see profit but not harm. The corpse old man teaches you tomorrow morning."

The corpse old man stood up and said, "I will naturally believe in you. At least you didn't let that shadow form come on your behalf today. This is the basis of trust." He slowly closed the fishing line.

Yin Ziji's expression remained unchanged, but his heart gradually became solemn.

The King of Hell is an underground organization with a long history, with its power spread across the Miaolin realm. It is said that it was created by Xu Shu, a famous scholar in the Ding Dynasty.

But his true face was Xu Shu's ancestors, and he first controlled the alchemist Xu Fu.

In order to study the art of immortality, Xu Fu used a lot of live experiments. He was discovered by Emperor Shi and expelled from Japan.

But he finally achieved achievements in the art of immortality and developed several methods of immortality.

One of them is to use special objects to preserve one's own memory and pour one's own memory into others, so that the body will die and the spirit will last forever.

Xu Fu used this method to continuously change his body for thousands of years, survive forever, control situations in all walks of life, absorb resources, and continue to study other methods of immortality.

The King of Hell is an organization that accumulates research funds and masters information from all walks of life.

Two years ago, Yin Ziji asked Han Shengyi to contact the King of Hell's Ghost Road in his own face, seeking to become a member of the ten tribes.

Han Shengyi did not disappoint him. After spending more than a year, he finally got into the top leaders of the King of Hell and became one of the ten tribes' candidates for Mingchen.

Not long ago, the oldest corpse man among the ten tribes, fishing for smoke and waves, sent a notice saying that he had passed the inspection and would participate in the meeting of the ten tribes, which was officially tomorrow morning.

Yin Ziji came here in person today, preparing to attend a meeting of the ten tribes, but the corpse old man revealed his true body.

"Sure enough, although the shadow shape is clever, it is still impossible to hide from the Jue Mingsi, which has Xu Fu's memory for two thousand years." Yin Ziji did not have too many surprises.

Although Han Shengyi is the best in the Shadow Shape Clan after Xuan Zhixuan, the corpse sole is a confidant of Jue Mingsi, and his words meant Jue Mingsi.

Facing the Bieming Department, which has been in charge of two thousand years of Taoism, nothing will happen.

However, knowledge does not represent wisdom, nor does it represent wisdom. Otherwise, how could the great wisdom of the Earth Sect with a thousand years of cultivation be conspired to be severely conspired by the King of Yan later?

Although Jue Mingsi is terrible, he can't scare him Yin Ziji.

Looking at Yin Ziji who seemed to be thinking, the corpse old man who had put away the fishing gear showed deep eyes. He picked up the basket and looked at the crucian carp that was already struggling and breathing hard, and recited the poem.

The cold wind blew across the pier, taking away the old voice of the corpse old man.

"The wind is miserable, the mist is vast. The ghost path is long and the ghost cry is loud. The fishing line is thin and the fish hook is pointed. The human blood is sweet and the human flesh is salty and salty..."

...

At the end of the ghost road, the ten palaces of the underworld.

The ten tribes of Yantu are the highest levels of the King of Hell Ghosts. They use the legendary palaces of the Ten Palaces of the Underworld as the code name, namely "Xuanming", "Pu Ming", "Zhou Jue", "Taihe", "Jiu Lun", "Mingchen", "Shenhua", "Qifei", "Bi Zhen", and "Suying".

Above the ten tribes, there is the "Ke Mingsi", who is the leader of the King of Hell in his name, hidden among the ten tribes.

But Kemingsi is actually just a token. Any member of the ten tribes can become Kemingsi as long as they get that token.

Many years ago, the Nether King was like this, killing his ex-Kei Minshi, seizing the token, and becoming the leader of the King of Hell.

Later, with the cooperation of Yue Lingxiu, the world's No. 1 hero, "Heavenly Punisher", and Jiu Yingxiu, the "Medicine God" almost destroyed the King of Hell.

At that time, five of the ten tribes of Yan Tu died at the hands of Yue Lingxiu, and the huge organization collapsed overnight.

However, the Nether King and the others did not know that the King of Hell was still above the Keming Division, and there was still a real leader, the "Ji Ming Division".

When they thought the ghost path of the King of Hell had collapsed, the King of Hell suddenly died, Yue Lingxiu was strangely paralyzed, and the ghost path of the King of Hell was rekindled.

Only the medicine god Jiu Yingpo discovered something wrong, hid his name, and avoided the pursuit of the king of hell.

Now, most of the ten tribes have been replenished and have been fully staffed again.

In the dark and deep shade of the Ten Halls, under the faint candlelight, ten curtains were shrouded, and nine blurred figures stood.

Yin Ziji, who walked to the end of the ghost road, stared at the nine figures indifferently, without any worries in his heart.

"Does conspirators in this world like to hide behind the curtain so much..." Yin Ziji remembered the Nine Score Meeting at Shangxian Palace some time ago.

In terms of level, the ten tribes of Yan Tu are far behind the Nine Points, and only Judgment Si himself and Xuan Ming are considered as characters.

In fact, if Xu Fu had the will, it would be enough to establish a dynasty across several realms in two thousand years.

In fact, Xu Fu was once an emperor, and he might be able to dig out his kingly bones one day.

However, he has lived for too long and only likes novel stimulation and has very shallow desires for power and strength. Therefore, this set up the strange system of the King of Hell, the Ghost Tower, which triggered internal struggles among the ten tribes, making it difficult for the strength of the King of Hell, the strength of the King of Hell, to truly develop.

And he himself also likes to play in the world in various identities.

For this reason, he even doesn't like to take over masters with powerful martial arts skills. Instead, he prefers his body with ordinary martial arts skills to increase the difficulty of the game and increase the pleasure.

And this gave Yin Ziji a chance.

In the dark hall, under the light of candlelight, Yin Ziji looked at the Yan Wang Ling who was placed in the center of the hall.

That was the purpose of his efforts to enter the ghost path of the King of Hell.

The treasure hidden in Xu Fu's two thousand years of memory.

Yin Ziji slowly walked under his own curtain.
Chapter completed!