Nanfeng City also has a Xuanjing Jade Bi, which is one level higher than the small market where Han Ming stayed before, and there are still many monks who will accept the tasks on the Xuanjing Jade Bi, so in order to facilitate the handover of tasks, the Netherworld Ghost Sect's garrison is not hidden, but is in a tall pavilion somewhere on the street!

Under the leadership of the woman in the red dress, Han Ming easily found this place, and gave an order to let the woman in the red dress wait outside, and Han Ming walked into the store here as soon as he raised his foot!

After roughly explaining his intentions, Han Ming was greeted by a monk who practiced qi on the twelfth floor of the pavilion, and after sitting for a while, he waited for a middle-aged scribe in black robes embroidered with golden demons on his body.

"I have seen this Daoist friend in the Lower Nether Ghost Sect Wang Huaxuan, and I heard from the master and nephew who was familiar with it before that Daoist friend wants to receive the task of going to the Ten Thousand Skulls Cave to clean up the bones, but is it true?" The black-robed middle-aged scribe said with a smile as he bowed his hand slightly to Han Ming.

"That's true, Zhu really wants to receive such a task!" Han Ming stood up and arched his hand at the middle-aged scribe as well.

The mana on this middle-aged scribe is majestic and condensed, he is clearly a monk in the foundation building period, and he is not an ordinary foundation building beginner level, looking at this appearance, he already has the level of the peak in the middle of the foundation building period, and he is only one step away from the late stage of foundation building, Han Ming naturally will not hold it up!

"So very good, this is the token for this mission, as long as the Daoist friend takes this token to the Ten Thousand Skull Cave of the Sect, the Grandmaster Brother who guards the Ten Thousand Skull Cave will naturally approve of it, and when the time comes, the Daoist friend will go in to perform the task!" The middle-aged scribe laughed again, took out a token as soon as he turned his hand, and handed it to Han Ming, very decisively, without hesitation at all!

Han Ming was surprised for a while, this Netherworld Ghost Sect's task is too easy to accept, didn't the previous disciple of the Netherworld Ghost Sect say that he still needs to take the assessment, and will he issue the task only if he is sure that his strength is enough, and now how can this middle-aged scribe directly hand over the token!

"It's so easy to hand over, isn't there a test?" Han Ming took the token, and after thinking about it, he asked directly!

"Haha, Daoist friends are genuine mid-foundation building period monks, the strength is naturally enough, there is no need to test at all, Daoist friends take this token here, naturally there will be monks of this sect who will take other Daoists who have received this task to the Ten Thousand Skulls Cave, and Daoists can just go down to the cave to clean up the bones when they arrive!"

"I see!" Han Ming nodded, and with a flip of his hand, he put the token into the storage bag!

"Daoyou has already taken over the task, so there is nothing else to do, right? There are still some things to deal with in the future, this place is not too far from the Ten Thousand Skull Cave, I hope that Daoyou will arrive at this place on time, don't miss the time, otherwise this sect will be investigated! Farewell, farewell!" The middle-aged scribe said a few words to Han Ming, and turned around and left!

Seeing that the middle-aged scribe didn't say a few words at all, and seemed to have to turn around and leave directly, Han Ming wondered for a while, how could he feel that this black-robed middle-aged scribe was worried that he would regret it?

"Could it be that there is still some mystery in this Ten Thousand Skull Cave mission!" Han Ming did not stop the black-robed middle-aged scribe, but just silently guessed in his heart.

After thinking about it for a while, Han Ming didn't think of anything, so he had to turn around and leave this Nether Ghost Sect's garrison with some wonders, he had already received the task, so he didn't have to stay here for long!

Out of this shop, Han Ming planned to find the woman in the red dress before, but he unexpectedly found that the woman was gone, not around at all, and his divine sense searched a lot of area around, but he didn't find it!

Han Ming looked for a full stick of incense, but he didn't find the woman.

After that, Han Ming gave up, just a mortal he didn't know, although he was good-looking, it was not of much use to him, and there was no need to waste any more energy, whether she ran away by herself or was kidnapped by someone, it was not a big loss for him, if he really needed to find a guide, it would be a big deal to spend a few spirit stones to hire one!

After no longer looking for the woman in the red dress, Han Ming took care of himself, there was still about a month before the start of the Liwan Skull Cave mission, and there was plenty of time, so he was not in a hurry!

At the same time, at the garrison of the Nether Ghost Sect in Nanfeng City, the black-robed middle-aged scribe who had given Han Ming the task was sitting face-to-face with a white-bearded old man, drinking tea and talking!

"Haha, I really didn't expect someone to receive the task of the Ten Thousand Skulls Cave today, I really want to do something!" The black-robed middle-aged scribe laughed, and swallowed the cup of tea in his hand as soon as he raised his head!

Then the black-robed middle-aged scribe lifted the teapot on the side as soon as he raised his hand, and was about to continue pouring spiritual tea into the cup!

"The surname Wang, you slow down, the old man, this is Qingye Ling Tea, it is very expensive, like you, there is not enough to drink, it is really a tyrannical thing!"

"Look at the way you pick the door, it's just a little spiritual tea!" The black-robed middle-aged scribe looked at the half-filled spiritual tea in the cup, and suddenly said with some dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, the old man just has that little spiritual tea, you can't drink enough like this!" The white-bearded old man snorted twice, picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and tasted it carefully before swallowing it.

"But then again, your luck is really good this time, if it weren't for this person who received the task of the Ten Thousand Skull Cave today, wait a few days, I'm afraid you will be requisitioned by the sect to receive this task! This task takes a long time, it takes more than half a year, and during this period, you have to keep killing the psychic bones that come up from the ground, and there is almost no time to cultivate, but there is only a reward of 1,000 spirit stones, and it is a big loss to carry out this task!"

"Who said it wasn't, so as soon as the man was about to receive this task, I directly gave him the task token, and then found an excuse to leave directly, just for fear that he would regret it!" The black-robed middle-aged scribe picked up the teacup and was about to swallow it in one gulp, but when he saw the white-bearded old man looking at him angrily, he couldn't help but smile, swallowed it instead, and took a sip of tea.

Seeing that the black-robed middle-aged scribe only took a small sip of tea, the white-bearded old man showed a satisfied smile, and then took another sip of his spiritual tea.

"Yes, the reward and effort for this Ten Thousand Skull Cave task are completely disproportionate, only a thousand spirit stones, and the foundation building period monk in the sect is willing to go! Not to mention that there is no time to cultivate for most of the year, and the cultivation has been completely delayed, let's just say that the wear and tear of the spirit weapon caused by killing the spirit bone for a long time without stopping, a thousand spirit stones may not be enough. And the quota of the so-called Fallen Spirit Land can also be used to bluff outsiders, most of the people in our sect understand that although some of the two areas of the Fallen Spirit Land may improve the spirituality of the spirit weapon, there is also a great chance that it will damage the spirit weapon spirituality, such a quota is given to the monks in the sect for free, and no one may want it!" The corner of the black-robed middle-aged scribe's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile!

After that, the white-bearded old man and the black-robed middle-aged scribe glanced at each other, and also laughed: "After taking this task, I am afraid that I will never want to take on this kind of task again in the future!"

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At the same time, outside Nanfeng City, the woman in the red dress who guided Han Ming before stood on top of a boulder, looking into the distance, the corners of her mouth curled slightly: "Finally out of this Nanfeng City, I have to return to the sect soon, this time my cultivation had an accident, and my cultivation was lost in advance, so I was trapped in this city for half a year!