Scholar has special ghost skills

Underworld.

There was darkness between the sky and the earth, in the palace city made of skeletons, in the hallway of the ghost fire, dozens of skeleton maids in black gauze skirts hurried to the ghost king's bedroom holding gauze and other medical supplies.

At this time, the ghost king was wearing a black robe, with the wound on his chest bleeding slowly, half lying on the recliner with a snowy face, and the skeleton maids immediately squatted down around him, bowing their heads respectfully to bandage him.

However, the ghost king kept looking at the almost transparent person lying on the bed, and the skeleton doctors in gowns beside him were going up one by one to feel the pulse, but they shook their heads one by one down.

After the wound on the ghost king was tied up, the skeleton maids stood behind, and several skeleton doctors discussed with each other before walking in front of the ghost king.

"How?" Ghost King stared at them.

"This..." A skeleton doctor hesitated.

The Ghost King narrowed his eyes and said, "Say!"

The skeleton of the skeleton doctor trembled, and he hurriedly cupped his hands and replied, "Go back to your lord, your son is too seriously injured, I'm afraid there is nothing I can do to recover."

"There is no way to recover?" The ghost king's eyes gradually became cold, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he flashed in front of him in an instant, grabbed his neck bone with one hand, and crushed it with a little force, "Then what's the use of the king keeping you!"

Then he let go of the shattered skeleton, and looked at the shivering doctors with red eyes, "How? Is there a way?"

A skeleton doctor cried, "Your Majesty, my son's soul is broken, and I really can't do anything with my medical skills..."

It's just that before he finished speaking, the ghost king flashed over again and crushed it to pieces, with a gloomy and terrifying expression, "Have you thought of a way yet?"

"..." The rest of the skeleton doctor looked at me and I looked at you, finally one of them bravely came out, cupped his hands and said, "Go back to the king, there is indeed a way to save the young master, but..."

Hearing that he hesitated to speak, the Ghost King lost his patience and waved his sleeves, "Say!"

The doctor was afraid of offending him, so he hurriedly said, "That's nourishing the soul with the soul."

"Nursing the soul with the soul?" The ghost king turned to him, "What do you mean?"

The doctor replied tremblingly, "Yes, nourishing the soul with the soul is to share it with one soul. Although this method can protect the soul that the young master was about to dissipate, if the soul caster is not strong enough, he will have to endure great tearing." The pain, which eventually led to... the shattering of the primordial spirit together."

The ghost king was silent for a while after hearing his words, and suddenly he smiled, "That's right, if I use this king's soul to protect his soul, wouldn't this king and him live and die together?"

Several skeleton doctors were shocked, not knowing that the person on the bed would make the king have such horrifying thoughts, they all knelt down and said, "Please think twice, the king! The injury of the king was caused by dragon blood. If it has not been raised for a hundred years, it is too risky." big……"

"Enough!" The ghost king didn't want to listen to their precepts, and even couldn't wait, "You all go on!"

"...Yes." The doctor couldn't persuade him, so he had to back out with the maids.

After they closed the door, Ghost King Fang flashed to the bedside, looked tenderly at the person on the bed, stretched out his slender fingers to caress his pale cheeks, "I said, I won't let you die."

He swung down the curtain and slowly bent down, muttering, "My Zifei, from now on I will share my soul with you, I will live for you, and I will die for you to die, so you will never be able to leave me forever. .”

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