The main god who favors the villain is back

Chapter 102 The Legendary Ghost King (42)

The old emperor moved his head stiffly, wondering if he heard it wrong.

Ghost, ghost king?

Red Eyed Puppet said:
"Just you."

"Come out."

The voice fell.

The puppet reached out and patted.

He stared helplessly at the enchantment in front of him.

Like a fragile mirror.

Cracked the spider web and collapsed in an instant.

A cold wind was blowing.

He looked at the hand stretched towards him and suddenly woke up.

"no no……"

The old emperor backed up again and again, fell to the ground in fright, and roared like crazy.

"I am the Son of Heaven!"

"You ghosts can't hurt me at all, and you can't scare me, you..."

He still wanted to say something.

Not just red-eyed puppets.

The old emperor saw that the blurred figures in the distance seemed to raise their heads.

Eyes fixed on him.

He heard his own heartbeat and heavy breathing.

The red-eyed puppet remained expressionless, looking down at the humans on the ground.

I really want to kill it.

But the King of Ghosts had ordered people not to kill people, otherwise they would alarm the little girl in his family...

He continued:
"Don't you want to meet the ghost king?"

"Let's go."

The surrounding ghosts also made sharp and noisy sounds.

"Hahahaha……"

"Go! Go quickly!"

"After so many years of offering sacrifices, don't you just want to see the king? Let's go!"

They squeezed directly through the door and floated towards the old emperor.

In the distance, there are dense figures like puppets.

They all took a step forward and walked towards the yard.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The old emperor retreated again and again.

The sound was trembling, as if it came from a broken box.

"I can't die, I, absolutely can't die!"

"You bloody..."

He still wants to say something.

His eyes widened, and he fell straight down.

Seeing this, the other ghosts embraced him.

"Dead, dead! Scared to death!"

"Hee hee hee, it's useless! It's useless!"

"I haven't even started to get scared yet!"

The red-eyed puppet frowned.

Ah, what's going on?

Didn't this thing always want to meet the ghost king?
How did you die?
He was dazed for a while, too lazy to close it.

Forget it.

It's not what it does anyway!
"Go away," he said.

The ghosts didn't dare to laugh and laugh anymore, and responded:

"Yes!"

A ghost got into the old emperor's body.

Manipulating his body, he walked crookedly into the darkness, blending into the dense crowd of figures.

Head towards the underground treasure house.

In the treasury.

I don't know when, there are also countless corpses lying there.

The corpses were covered in scars.

Choking each other's necks, or stabbing a knife.

Die in the scramble.

The red-eyed puppet stared blankly at this scene and scratched his elm head.

"Why is this place full?"

It looked at the dense group of people behind it.

It's so troublesome to take it to other places.

The elm head gave up thinking.

"never mind."

"Everyone go in, there will be a place to lie down if you squeeze!"

……

The night was silent.

The sickle-like crescent moon in the sky, and the rays of light cast by it, are still so cold and chilling.

The little girl returned to the yard.

The figure on the bed was still sound asleep.

She walked over slowly, kicked off her shoes, and jumped on it.

The man who was still soundly asleep opened his scarlet eyes.

He hugged the little girl who threw himself into his arms, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Ok?"

Gan Lin rubbed against his arms, muttering:

"So tired, so sleepy."

Cang Wuwang held the little girl in his arms like a fragile treasure.

He gave a low laugh.

"It's quite tiring."

"Go to sleep."

(End of this chapter)