Faced with Wang Mang's question, the elder immediately shook his head desperately and retracted his seat.
"snort!"
Wang Mang couldn't help but snorted coldly, then turned his attention to the others and asked, "Does anyone have anything else to say?"
The entire conference room was silent for a while again.
The third elder's eyes flashed, and he suddenly said: "How about we take over the Ghost Control Academy?"
"Snatch it?"
As soon as this statement came out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention in the conference room.
"That's right. Anyway, this Ghost Control Academy was established with the help of the Western City Guild. So it must be a legitimate thing for us to take it back, right?" the third elder said brightly.
"It makes some sense."
"Yes, this Ghost Control Academy belongs to my city guild. There seems to be nothing wrong with our headquarters taking it back, right?"
Many people present agreed with this proposal.
"This is indeed a good idea."
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Even Wang Mang had a rare smile on his face.
The third elder who received the recognition was immediately inspired. He immediately stood up, patted his chest and promised:
"President, why don't you leave this matter to me? I promise to take down the Ghost Control Academy within a week!"
Wang Mang turned his head and looked at the Vice President Ma Tianwen beside him, then nodded and said: "Then let's make this decision!"
"Third Elder, this president orders you to take people to the Sun Federation immediately and take back the Ghost Control Academy!"
"yes!"
The third elder was also full of excitement.
Because he knows that once the Ghost Control Academy is owned by the City Guild, he will most likely be the next dean of the academy!
By that time, success will be just around the corner!
…
Three days later,
Within the Sun Federation.
After handling a series of affairs, Henry Zhang was finally able to free up his hands and enter the underworld.
When the black fog in front of him disappeared, he suddenly discovered that a group of no less than ten thousand Yin soldiers appeared in his field of vision!
And Hei Wuchang, who had been waiting in the underworld for a long time, walked out in one step, half-kneeling and saluting:
"Congratulations, lord! During this Ghost Ghost Festival, the underworld and the Ghost Control Academy have eliminated a total of 1.6 million little ghosts, 79,000 big ghosts, and 77 ghost kings!"
"The accumulated merits have allowed the underworld to gain another 10,000 Yin soldiers, 30 Rakshasa ghosts, and 2,000 fire gun soldiers!"
Henry Zhang nodded, his expression unfazed.
Although the newly added troops in the underworld may not sound like a lot, the number of ghosts and ghosts on the Ghost Festival is also increasing every year, so these troops are nothing.
Not to mention, due to the blood curse seal, all the ghosts that come during the next Ghost Festival will come to trouble Henry Zhang.
Under such circumstances, we cannot just rely on the underworld's military strength, we must also think of other methods.
"Wait, Fire Gun Soldier?"
Henry Zhang suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked: "Is it a new military unit?"
"No, they are still Yin soldiers, but the weapons they hold are Netherworld Fire Guns!" Hei Wuchang replied.
As he spoke, he waved.
Soon, a Yin soldier holding a firecracker came in front of Henry Zhang.
Xiao Yang took the Netherworld Fire Gun offered by the Yin soldiers and found that the object was extremely heavy to hold. Its surface was cold and shiny, and it looked like a tiger's mouth with an open mouth. The dark mouth of the gun exuded a strong aura of the underworld.
"Good stuff!"
Henry Zhang held the fire blunderbuss, and his eyes couldn't help but light up slightly.
Without even trying it, he could tell that this Netherworld Fire Gun must be extremely lethal to ghosts!
"What are the ammunition here made of?"
After observing for a moment, Henry Zhang raised his head and asked.
"Reporting to my lord, the ammunition of the Netherworld Fire Gun is made from the fusion of cold iron, fine steel, flint, and spiritual rock. Coupled with the injection of the power of the underworld, it only takes one projectile to kill a person easily.
Just a small ghost, two can kill a big ghost, if all ten can hit the vital point, it will be no problem to kill a ghost king!" Hei Wuchang explained in as much detail as possible.
Hearing this, Henry Zhang was stunned.
Good guy!
Can he actually kill the Ghost King?
You must know that the first batch of students of the Ghost Control Academy trained hard for a whole year under the guidance of black and white impermanence, ox-headed horse-faced and other Yin gods. However, there are only a few people who can defeat the Ghost King alone.
And this Netherworld Fire Gun, with ten projectiles hitting the vital point, can actually kill a Ghost King. This was something that would have been unimaginable before.
"Is this thing energy-producing?" Henry Zhang asked, pointing to the Netherworld Fire Gun in his hand.
Hei Wuchang nodded and said: "As long as you can find suitable materials and strictly follow the procedures, it is not difficult to create a Netherworld Fire Gun."
"That's good." A smile appeared at the corner of Henry Zhang's mouth.
Now that this Netherworld Fire Gun can be mass-produced, it will be easy to handle.
After that, as long as we look for materials quickly, I believe we should be able to forge quite a few.
Imagine what would happen if tens of thousands of Netherworld Fire Guns were launched at the same time?
It should be a breathtaking shock, right?
"Lord, should the personnel who control the Nether Fire Gun be selected from the Ghost Control Academy?" Hei Wuchang asked.
"Um."
Henry Zhang nodded and said: "The Ghost Control Academy will hold its second enrollment soon. After a certain amount of training, there should be no problem in letting them control the Netherworld Fire Gun."
"good."
Hei Wuchang kept this in mind.
Then he added: "By the way, my lord, the merit of killing the Ghost Emperor in Haimo City this time will also allow you to summon a Yaksha from the underworld!"
"Yeah, I almost forgot about it."
Under Hei Wuchang's reminder, Henry Zhang recalled it, and immediately without hesitation, he closed his eyes and mobilized the power of merit in the underworld and began to summon Yaksha.
boom!--
Soon after, with a roar, a figure also walked out of the billowing black fog, came to Henry Zhang, half-kneeled and saluted:
"Yaksha Pagoda, meet my lord!"
When he saw the Yaksha in front of him, who was a head shorter than himself, Henry Zhang couldn't help but be a little stunned.
In his impression, the gods in the underworld are generally tall and burly.
Even the most common Yin soldiers are twice the size of ordinary humans.
In comparison, this Yaksha, which can only be summoned by killing the Ghost King, can be described as short.
It's hard to imagine that this is the most ferocious and skilled military unit in the underworld.
"This...is Yasha's true body shape?" Henry Zhang turned to Hei Wuchang aside and couldn't help but asked curiously.
Hei Wuchang shook his head and said: "Reporting to my lord, the Yaksha clan can change its body shape freely. Its current appearance is just the form it took during cultivation. When necessary, it will fight with a suitable body shape!"