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Starting from the chains, the monster's body gradually began to disappear.

The original huge size has not shrunk, but it has taken on a strange texture. Just like a holographic projection display, the light is dimmed little by little and eventually disappears completely.

The remaining potholes, ruins, and smoke and dust at the scene proved that something had indeed happened just now.

I looked at the smoke and dust that was dissipating.

A coughing sound could be heard in the smoke, as if someone was trying to cough up his lungs. After a series of coughs, the voice began to curse weakly.

I stared at the Yin Qi, and gradually saw traces of gray chains in the Yin Qi.

I passed through the smoke and drifted over.

When the dust settled around me, I stood beside the ghost king.

Half of the ghost king's body in front of him has disappeared. The incomplete edges are like ink melted away, and the yin energy is constantly leaking.

His head was not even complete, except for one eye, which was squinted and seemed unable to open.

But he should have seen me.

The half-lidded eye tried to open, but the gap only widened slightly.

He was so surprised that his stream of curse words stopped.

I know I'm different from them.

The child couldn't see it, but the Ghost King should be able to see something fishy.

The most obvious thing is that there is no Yin Qi in me.

A little sound came out of the Ghost King's throat, as if he wanted to say something.

I raised my head and looked at the ruins ahead.

A ray of Yin energy was like a sharp arrow, passing directly through the ruins and piercing the Ghost King's body.

With a pop, the Ghost King, with only half his body left, exploded, and the Yin Qi dissipated, no different from the smoke that had dissipated before.

I heard sounds from behind the ruins.

The sound of gentle exhalation was extremely clear in my ears.

I also saw a figure with condensed Yin Qi through the ruins. I could even see the outline of the bow and arrow in the figure's hand clearly.

I floated forward, jumped over the rubble, and hung on it, looking down at the other ghost king below.

This ghost king is older, looks like a middle-aged man, and is a woman. She was dressed like an archery player on the field, with complete protective gear. Even the bow and arrows were those used for competition.

I looked around and found no other yin energy.

The ghost king below seemed to be relieved of his burden, leaning against the rubble and sitting on the ground. The bow and arrow made of Yin Qi in her hand disappeared, and a set of protective gear and clothes disappeared as well.

She lowered her head, propped up her legs, put her hands on her knees, her fingers drooped naturally, and she could see her fingertips trembling slightly.

I observed it for a while and then landed directly next to her.

The Ghost King reacted quickly, turned over, and the bow and arrow appeared in his hand again.

It's just that the action of bending the bow and drawing the arrow always takes time. Unlike me, I can just raise my hand to clasp her arm and pour the power into her body.

A black hole opened up behind her.

Several hands stretched out from the black hole, grabbed her hair and strangled her neck.

The bow and arrow in her hand were easily dispersed by me with a touch of my hand.

The Ghost King's eyes widened with fear.

I really didn't expect to see this kind of emotion in a ghost king who had just ambushed his own kind.

However, this does not affect my questioning.

"Your name." I asked some basic questions first.

The Ghost King trembled, "Wang...Wang Jiajia..."

"Where is the name of the Ghost King?" I continued to ask, feeling a little confused.

This was the first time I heard the Ghost King introduce himself, using his normal name.

"They call me killer." The Ghost King was still trembling. When he mentioned the nickname, his voice became much softer, and there was still some sadness in his tone.

"Are you the ghost king of this city?"

"um, yes."

"Escaped before?"

Wang Jiajia's face turned pale and she opened her mouth.

"She ran away!" another voice shouted.

I looked up and saw the child climbing up from the rubble.

He's not dead yet.

The child jumped directly off the gravel pile and fell on the ground. He didn't cry or scream. He stood up and stared at Wang Jiajia with hatred.

Wang Jiajia looked away.

"You ran away! You and them all ran away! You abandoned my father!" The child shouted, trying to rush up, but he glanced at me and kept his distance.

"No, no!" Wang Jiajia turned her head, her body being torn apart by the hands behind her, but she still looked at the child, "No...it's just temporary. Those monsters can't exist for a long time. They just retreat temporarily. Wait until they If it doesn’t work, we can come back. Isn’t this what we have been promoting? There are already so few people..."

"They are all liars! Lies! You just want to escape! I know you, dad told you! You were originally a Heavenly Master, but you were killed by the Ghost King, and you became the Ghost King! You can kill the Heavenly Master, and you can also kill the Ghost King! Traitor! Liars! You deliberately killed my father!" the child shouted angrily, with tears in his eyes.

"We talked to your father, informed him, and asked him to leave together." Wang Jiajia endured the pain and tried to explain.

"You abandoned your home..." The child still wanted to accuse.

"This is not our home at all!" Wang Jiajia suddenly screamed, and the gushing emotions frightened the child. She immediately pursed her lips, glanced at me, and then looked away.

She was very uneasy and afraid, but she was not simply afraid of death, but also afraid of my sudden appearance of a soul.

"Have you argued enough? Now, tell me something I want to know. You should understand, right?" I asked.

I'm not sure whether Wang Jiajia knows anything, but it doesn't hurt to test it out.

It’s not easy for me to find the entrance and exit to a different space. I am not familiar with the place here, but if I were a certain ghost king here, I might know some information.

What's more, the Wang Jiajia in front of me has a somewhat unusual identity...

This is not the first time I have heard the term Heavenly Master. Those should be a group of people in the future world who can compete with the Ghost King. They may also be people with abilities, or people with inheritance like Zhenren Xuanqing.

Will such a person become a ghost king when he dies?

In this case……

Wang Jiajia seemed to have made up her mind and raised her eyes to look directly at me, "I...I am from there, I am...a person with abilities."

Liu Miao's ability surged in my hands.

He grabbed Wang Jiajia's hand so hard that he almost broke Wang Jiajia's neck.

At the same time, my own abilities were also injected into Wang Jiajia's body.

Her eyes widened in horror, the Yin Qi in her body was mobilized, and she tried her best to resist.

I relaxed my ability output and said calmly: "Do you think I'm so easy to deceive? Or do you think you've seen through my identity and my abilities, so you're confident?"

Wang Jiajia took a breath, and her trembling body was a little exhausted. It was only thanks to my grip and the grip of the vengeful hands behind her that she could stand firm.

"I am... a person with abilities... born here. Our place is called a Heavenly Master. Yes, there are genetic factors in the bloodline. A Heavenly Master may have a dozen children, but only one inherits... I don't have it. I... When I was born, there was no inheritance." Wang Jiajia said with difficulty, "My father is very powerful, and there are other relatives... There was originally a pure land without ghost kings and... monsters..."

As she spoke, her eyes were filled with tears, her nose was red, and her voice was choked with sobs.

"I want to live...I just want to live..."

Goodnight everybody.