Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

After learning that Song Qiao was from the Lin family, the woman no longer had any doubts and led Song Qiao towards the depths of the City Lord's Mansion.

"You can call me Aunt Yan. The city lord is usually asleep, and I am responsible for managing the entire Wangchuan River."

"Wangchuan?" Song Qiao asked.

"Yes, this is Wangchuan." Aunt Yan replied.

Song Qiao frowned slightly, "But outside, we call this place Nuwa Village."

Aunt Yan looked dazed for a moment, "Nu Wa... it's not true." She murmured in a low voice, opened a mechanism and entered the basement.

In the deep passage, only the light in Aunt Yan's hand illuminated the path ahead.

After an unknown amount of time, the two came to a stone gate.

Pushing open the stone door, the situation inside is clear at a glance.

Song Qiao was shocked.

In front of what looks like an altar, there is a woman in gorgeous clothes lying in the air. She is covered with a purple veil and her appearance cannot be seen clearly. In her arms, there is a piece of jade, blooming with strands of light, like a spider web. It spread generally, spreading throughout the room, penetrating the walls, and extending to unknown places.

"This is……"

"This is Weaver Girl." Aunt Yan said.

"She is also the city lord, a descendant of Nuwa, and the weaver girl who weaves dreams."

Following Aunt Yan's voice, the threads began to ripple slightly.

"You should be able to tell that those people outside are actually dead. They have been dead for three thousand years, but they never knew it. They always thought they were alive."

"They are living in a dream, the dream of the Weaver Girl."

"Once Zhinu wakes up, they will instantly turn into ghosts and cause trouble in the world."

Aunt Yan looked at the Weaver Girl floating in the air with a compassionate expression.

Song Qiao looked at the jade in Weaver Girl's arms, "They should have died instantly, otherwise they wouldn't have noticed the fact that they were dead."

"Yes, three thousand years ago, when the sky was broken and Nuwa mended the sky, they were the people who died. After Nuwa mended the sky, the great god left this world. The remaining stone to mend the sky was stored in the hands of Nuwa's attendant at that time. This place was With the power of the Sky-Mending Stone sealed, the waiter became the first generation of Weaver Girl, and was also called a descendant of Nuwa by those who didn't know the truth."

[It should be something done by a certain time traveler. Judging from his behavior, he should be from the Guardian camp. It is really strange that there are fragments of the Sky Mending Stone. 】The system said.

"According to what you said, Nuwa is actually from the Chaos camp?" Song Qiao was surprised.

[You should call her the Supreme God. She is the first sequence of gods. Any words and deeds you say will be noticed by her. 】System warning.

Song Qiao silently rolled his eyes in his heart.

"Are the fragments of the patchwork stone in Zhinu's arms real?" Song Qiao asked.

[I don’t know, I’m not sure. It may be real, or it may be a jade artifact that has the breath of the Sky Mending Stone left behind. I need you to get it before I can identify it. 】

Song Qiao stopped talking to the system. She didn't have much time. The power of the Sky Mending Stone isolated her soul power. She didn't know if those outside had arrived here.

Turning to look at Aunt Yan, "Thank you for your explanation." After saying that, in Aunt Yan's astonished look, he knocked her out with a wave of his hand.

Song Qiao walked towards the altar step by step.

The divine power burned her soul, and the pain it caused was like burning fire.

She walked up to the altar with steady steps without even frowning.

Only half a step away from Weaver Girl, the underground palace was shaken.

Terrible power sweeps outside.

Song Qiao reached out and held Weaver Girl's hand and the Sky-Mending Stone in her hand.

The next second, she took out Jin Chanzi's broken cassock from the space warehouse and wrapped it in the Sky Mending Stone.

The boundless threads suddenly broke inch by inch.

"Huh???" It can't be put into the space warehouse! !

"System! What's going on!"

[The power is too powerful to be placed in the space warehouse! 】The sound of the system is also very solemn.

damn it! ! !

Song Qiao couldn't help but swear.

She is in ghost state now! Fortunately, she didn't expand into her full form, otherwise the rag would seriously injure her, or even kill her. Now with the Sky Mending Stone, how could she do it all by herself!

That's what happens in one second.

The next second, the door of the underground palace shattered, and boundless malice and resentment spread.

Just as Song Qiao entered the underground palace, a melee was going on outside.

A group of people led by Zhuge Yu were fighting fiercely with the national department led by Zhuge Yun, and Shang Yuxue and his party met Hetu.

There are also foreign forces taking advantage of troubled waters, and a group of people broke out directly under the city.

The roar of the dragon, the scream of the fox, and the scream of the ghost.

Zhuge Yu killed a ghost with one blow and killed a foreign mercenary with one shot. He glanced at Zhuge Yun who was fighting and snorted coldly.

Lin Xiao threw out all kinds of treasures at the bottom of the box for free. She was about to collapse, "Why is this white-haired dog staring at me!!! Why should I wear this body!!! Help!!"

As a ghost king, his strength is terrifying. If Shang Yuxue and Ma Xiaoling had not restrained him, he would have captured Lin Xiao long ago. As for Mao Xiaolan, she was busy dealing with the other ghosts who came in with He Tu. She was beaten and suppressed, and was in danger!

Suddenly, the ground shook.

A huge crack appeared in the sky, and boundless fear descended.

Everyone stopped attacking in unison and looked at the sky.

Invisibly, they seemed to hear the sound of threads breaking, and the skeletons on the wall who were watching their battle began to scream and cry.

"I'm dead!! I'm actually dead!!"

"When did I die!!"

"My child! My child!!"

The originally white bones of the skeletons turned black directly, and then turned into ashes inch by inch. The ashes did not scatter, but thousands of ashes gathered together to form a black storm, and the resentment in it reached the sky, making people shudder!

Even a ghost king like He Tu felt frightened!

It was also at this time that Hetu was keenly aware of a breath.

Sky patching stone!

He flew directly into the city and bombarded one corner with all his strength.

He Tu rushed into the depths of the underground palace in the blink of an eye and saw Song Qiao standing on the altar and what she was holding in her hand.

Song Qiao was speechless. Isn't this guy too dead to die? ! Why are you still there!

[The plane will not give up easily. 】System CS.

The black resentment was almost solidified. People outside were not as fast as He Tu, nor could they walk in those black storms. In the entire underground palace, there were only two people, no, two ghosts, He Tu and Song Qiao.

"I remember you, it was you who killed this kid." He Tu suddenly spoke.

Song Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly, "You swallowed his remaining soul? The soul in that body is not complete."

"Of course, he used the Sansheng Stone, and part of his soul remained in the underworld and was swallowed by me." The two of them were talking, and neither of them relaxed. Song Qiao put the sky-mending stone wrapped in rags back on Weaver Girl's body, and next In an instant, another kind of darkness began to confront Hetu.

"I see, who are you? You can still pretend to be a human while possessing such powerful ghost power." He Tu was surprised.

The long black hair moved on its own without any wind. Song Qiao floated with a tap of her toes, her pupils flashing scarlet, "You will know soon."

In the darkness, screams were heard from time to time, like fingernails scraping against a blackboard, harsh and sharp. If someone were here, they might be affected into madness in less than a second.

collision! Injuried! Tear it apart! put together!

High intensity battle!

This is the world of ghosts!