Chapter 318: Wanfa Immortal Lord, the real immortal
Jiang Ming's words were like a thunderbolt.
Everyone in the hall was shocked.
Especially the third lady of the Golden City and the two players standing on Jiang Ming's side, all looked stunned.
No.
Brother, what the hell are you talking about?
What do you mean you are the master of the Golden City?
Are people now so blatant in wanting to usurp the throne?
You are acting like we really have ulterior motives.
It's hard to hold back.
At this moment.
The third lady of the Golden City was frightened.
If she had known that Jiang Ming wanted to fight hard, she would have stopped him from coming in.
Right now.
Jiang Ming exposed his ambition, intending to usurp the throne and become the master. Who can tolerate this?
As expected.
Hearing Jiang Ming's words, the master of the Golden City, the wealthy ghost, stood up suddenly and looked at Jiang Ming with a gloomy face.
The Yin force fluctuations of the first-level ghost king surged out.
"Mr. Jiang, what do you mean by this? Please look at your own identity clearly. You only took out 20 golden tree seedlings in exchange for 40% of the shares of Golden City, not the entire Golden City. I, the person involved, am not dead yet. What kind of master are you?"
Jiang Ming grinned.
His expression was calm and composed.
As he opened his mouth, his voice echoed in the hall.
"You should take out your family tree and look through it carefully to see who is the master between us."
Hearing this.
The rich ghost was in doubt.
Family tree?
What's the situation?
Is there anyone in the power behind Jiang Ming who knows the deceased elders?
Thinking about it.
Fu Tai still took out the family tree.
Nothing else.
Jiang Ming is too mysterious.
Unfathomable to the extreme.
Even at this time, he didn't dare to turn against this human easily.
At most, he would buy out Jiang Ming's shares at one time and let the other party never step into Golden City again.
With this idea.
The wealthy ghost flipped through the family tree records of the last few hundred years.
There was information about his father, his uncles, and his grandfather.
But he flipped through them.
He didn't find any information related to Jiang Ming.
So.
The wealthy ghost's face darkened.
"Are you kidding me?"
Jiang Ming said, "You should turn to the first page."
The wealthy ghost:?
He was stunned.
The first page of the family tree?
Isn't that the ancestor who founded the Golden City?
He became more and more certain.
Jiang Ming was kidding him.
How could a human being know his charming ancestor from the Golden City more than two thousand years ago?
How is this possible.
When this human being is immortal.
With this idea in mind, the wealthy ghost subconsciously turned to the first page when he closed the family tree.
A bloody piece of paper fell down.
It was a blood slavery contract.
In the enslaved column, the name of his ancestor was written.
This indicated that his ancestor was actually someone else's slave.
And because of the blood slavery contract, their descendants are also slaves of others.
This is the biggest secret of Huangjincheng.
Only the head of the family of all generations will know.
During the hundreds of years when the ancestor was sleeping, Huangjincheng was also worried that this "master" would come back and take back the property they worked hard for, but as time went by, this "master" seemed to be dead and there was no news.
After that.
Huangjincheng regarded this matter as the head of the family secret and concealed it.
Until now.
If it weren't for seeing this blood contract, the rich ghost almost forgot that Huangjincheng didn't actually belong to them, but to this so-called "master".
Fu Tai thought so.
He picked up the blood contract that fell on the ground.
He glanced at the two lines of signature.
One line was signed with the name of the ancestor, which was a servant.
The other line was signed with the name of the master, which was written as Jiang...
This glance.
The pupils of the rich ghost shrank sharply.
His eyes stared at the word "Jiang".
He had a terrible guess.
A storm surged in his mind.
The next second.
The rich ghost looked up at Jiang Ming again.
As if he had seen a ghost, he pointed at Jiang Ming tremblingly.
"You, Jiang Ming, who are you? Is the person behind you the master who once enslaved my ancestor?"
As soon as these words came out.
Everyone on the scene was shocked.
Whether it was the second young master of the Golden City, the third young lady, or Zhou Tai, the two players, the Miao girl, all showed horror on their faces.
As if they had heard some shocking news.
Their ancestor of the Golden City was an enslaved ghost servant?
According to the fact that everything of the ghost servant is the property of the master, the Golden City really does not belong to them, but to this "master".
And.
This "master" also has the surname Jiang, the same as "Mr. Jiang".
There is no doubt.
This is the important basis for Jiang Ming to say that he is the master of the Golden City.
Because the mysterious existence who once enslaved the founder of the Golden City is standing behind him.
On the side.
Zhou Tai's expression was far more shocked than all the ghosts at the scene.
Because he knew best that the name written on the slavery contract was Jiang Ming's own name.
Jiang Ming enslaved the ancestor of the Golden City from more than 2,000 years ago?
Holy crap!
Even if the Ten Thousand Magic Immortal Lord is a god, there is no way he can travel through time, go back to the past, and enslave the ancestors of the Golden City, right?
This is ridiculous.
Those who can do this kind of thing are no longer gods, but real gods.
For a while.
Everyone was in a trance.
…
It took a while.
Only then did the rich ghost realize what he had done.
He tried to control his expression.
But the look of shock still remained on the ghost's face.
He asked the most crucial question again.
"Who is Jiang Ming to you? What evidence do you have to prove that the person behind you is the owner of the blood contract?"
Hear.
Jiang Ming grinned.
"I am Jiang Ming. Your ancestor saw something he shouldn't have seen and originally planned to silence him. However, your ancestor realized what was wrong and took the initiative to take out the blood contract and begged me to sign it and let me enslave his descendants. I Agreeing to this request means that I am your master.”
The words fell.
The blood mark on the back of Jiang Ming's hand lit up.
at the same time.
The backs of the hands of the rich ghost, the fat ghost, and the third lady from the Golden City also lit up with secondary seals symbolizing servants.
This shows that Jiang Ming is really their master.
It was this human being who enslaved their ancestors, the founders of the Golden City, more than a thousand years ago.
This time.
Everyone was confused.
Jaw-dropping.
They looked in disbelief at the two parties showing their master and servant seals.
My mind is buzzing.
The rich ghost fell back on the golden chair.
He looked blankly at the servant seal in his hand.
He had sensed it.
This is indeed the true mark of master and servant.
He, the majestic head of the Golden City family and a first-level ghost king, has now become a human slave.
wrong.
It’s hard to say whether this guy riding a horse is human or not.
after all.
Jiang Ming had met their ancestors more than a thousand years ago, and was so frightened that the ancestors took the initiative to hand over a blood slavery contract to save their lives.
Which human being can live for nearly two thousand years?
Only gods can do this.
Thinking.
Jiang Ming's voice continued to sound.
"I said that I originally wanted to get along with you as a shareholder. Since this can only get you to make your own decisions, I won't pretend anymore. Come down, is that position what you should do? Where do you put me? land?"
Jiang Ming's tone was leisurely.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at the rich ghost on the golden chair.
The rich ghost stood up subconsciously.
He voluntarily left his position.
On the one hand, he was intimidated by Jiang Ming's identity.
On the other hand, the blood contract is naturally at work.
How could a slave disobey his master's orders?
"Please, please sit down."
The rich ghost said these words with difficulty.
Jiang Ming was also unambiguous.
Walked straight up.
Sitting on the golden chair.
The head of the Golden City family who was originally sitting in this position has now stepped down.
Standing at the bottom of the steps, I still couldn't accept this reality.
They couldn't accept the fact that the Golden City had changed hands and they had all become slaves.
"Come on, tell me, what are you going to do with me?"
Jiang Ming held his face with his hands and spoke in a casual and careless voice.
Rich ghost:...
He twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely.
Somewhat unbearable.
What could he say?
Who would have thought that Jiang Ming, a human being, would span nearly two thousand years and appear in different eras, just like an immortal immortal.
wrong.
This human being is a god.
This also explains why Jiang Ming is so special among the human race and can do all kinds of amazing deeds in the pure land world.
Because the other party is essentially inhuman.
"Master, I am too blind to see Taishan. The reason why you came to Golden City seven years ago was just to take a look at your industry. When you found that it was developing well, you didn't interfere. You just gave me a helping hand. But now... …Because of the secret competition among the heirs, the Golden City has become unstable. You want to end the fight now, but I didn’t understand your good intentions.”
The rich ghost said in shame.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at his second son, who was still dazed, and thought that the resentful words of the other party at that time had affected his judgment to a certain extent. He was so angry that he stepped forward directly.
He kicked his second son hard.
Let it fall and eat shit.
Subsequently.
The rich ghost expressed his position again: "Master, since you are optimistic about my third daughter, then the position of the head of the family belongs to him. I believe in your vision and the ability of my daughter."
Hear this.
The third lady of Golden City suddenly woke up.
Completely relieved.
He looked at Jiang Ming as if he were a god.
She never expected that Jiang Ming's reliance would be so subversive of common sense that he would actually be the existence that enslaved the ancestors of Golden City more than a thousand years ago.
The entire golden city belongs to him.
This is outrageous.
It was even more amazing than when Jiang Ming said in public that he was a shareholder of Golden City.
It's a completely frightening rhythm.
but……
She also won.
Because she always stood by Jiang Ming and relied on Jiang Ming's nepotism, she became the final winner without any suspense. Not to mention the two eldest brothers, even her father, the Ghost King, could not take away her position as the head of the family. .
With this thought.
The third young lady from Golden City stared at Jiang Ming infatuatedly.
A strange halo flashed in his purple eyes.
He seemed to be thinking about how he should repay this "master".
…
at the same time.
Jiang Ming, who was sitting on the golden chair, nodded.
Agree with the statement about rich ghosts.
His eyes suddenly fell on the second young master of Golden City, the fat ghost.
The voice was calm and said: "You, go to the tomb of the Drought Demon King to move bricks. There is a thousand-meter-long death magma channel there. You go and fill in all the missing parts of this channel. When will you finish it, when will you come back? ”
Smell it.
A fat man and a ghost are like mourning an heir.
It looked like the sky was falling.
It was not that he had not heard the news about the place where the Drought Ghost King hid his treasure. He also knew that the first test at the entrance of the stone gate was to pass the death tunnel where falling would lead to death.
It is unknown how long it will take to completely fill this passage based on his ability alone. During this period, he will have to endure the torture of high temperature and the danger of falling if he is not careful.
This is simply more difficult than the conditions for black slaves to mine.
It's a damn thing.
but……
Jiang Ming is his master.
He couldn't refuse the other party's words.
then.
The fat ghost left the hall dejectedly with a look of despair.
Jiang Ming was indifferent.
He spoke again: "Where is your ancestor? I'm here, why doesn't he come to see me?"
Hear this.
The rich ghost was stunned for a moment.
Somewhat unsure, he said: "Master, are you talking about the ancestor who was directly enslaved by you? According to the genealogy records, because the ancestor was busy with the construction of the Golden City and had limited talents, he was trapped in the first level of the Ghost King all his life. He died one thousand two hundred years ago."
Jiang Ming ignored it.
His eyes fell on the Drought Ghost King.
"How did you agree to wake each other up in the first place? Where is his coffin placed?"
The Drought Demon Ghost King recalled it.
"I have woken up several times, and they were the ones who woke me up. But they also said that if you want to wake them up, just dig up their graves."
Hear the words.
Jiang Ming looked at the rich ghost.
The rich ghost's expression changes constantly.
Digging out the coffins of our ancestors is not a trivial matter, it is so insulting to ghosts.
How can a dead ghost still come to see you?
Do they really want them to dig out the coffins of their ancestors, lay out the bones, and have an audience with Jiang Ming?
At this time.
The third lady of Golden City suddenly remembered the coffin she saw in the palace of Drought Demon King.
Combined with Jiang Ming's words, she had a bold guess in her mind.
"Dad, Mr. Jiang probably means that our ancestor is not actually dead, but is just sleeping in the coffin."
Hear this.
The rich ghost was shocked.
Eyes widened.
But then I thought about it, Jiang Ming is a divine figure, and it is not unbelievable to extend the life of his ancestor. Maybe his ancestor has really lived to this day.
Just because no one wakes up. Fell into deep sleep.
Immediately.
He ran out without saying a word.
The Drought Ghost King followed closely behind.
He also left.
Inside the empty palace.
There are only two players left, the third young lady from Golden City, the rotten old man, and Zhou Tai, a Miao girl.
at this time.
As human players, both of them were dumbfounded.
The whole process took less than half an hour, from the moment Jiang Ming said in public that he was the master of the Golden City, to showing the mark of master and servant, turning his back on guests, officially taking charge of the Golden City, and becoming the master of the Golden City's master.
But the shock it brought them surpassed everything else.
Let them not be able to calm down for a long time.
Because according to the current situation, Wanfa Immortal Lord is not just a god-man.
This is true magic.
Lived for more than two thousand years.
According to the timeline of the human world, Jiang Ming has lived from the time of Qin Shihuang to the present.
This challenges their cognitive limits too much.
besides.
How dare Pure Land Games invite an immortal to join?
So brave.
