Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

"Your Majesty, the people have been brought."

Chen Guan knelt respectfully on the ground, with a man in ancient costume with a stern face sitting in front of him.

The man's long hair was tied up with a crown, and he was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, looking like an imposing emperor. However, his eyes were sinister, and he was surrounded by a ghostly aura, which clearly did not belong to the category of human beings.

"Very good." The man glanced at Chen Guan calmly and stood up. "Where is the person?"

"Basement." Chen Guan paused for a moment and then said, "How do you plan to deal with Xu Yanqing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Guan's neck was bound by an invisible force. His eyes were bloodshot, his feet were off the ground, and a strong feeling of suffocation and the shadow of death enveloped him.

Just as he began to roll his eyes, he was suddenly thrown to the ground. He lay on the ground like a dying fish, coughing awkwardly, and heard the man's warning in his ears.

"It's not your turn to ask what I'm doing."

"Chen Guan, I know I'm wrong." Chen Guan lowered his head, hiding the deep resentment in his eyes.

Damn Yan Chu! Didn't he just help him get rid of the female ghost around him? It's the 21st century, and he still thinks he's the emperor!

After using Yan Chu to deal with Xu Yanqing, he will find someone to deal with Yan Chu and avenge his previous humiliation!

As a thousand-year-old evil ghost, Yan Chu could naturally feel the resentment growing in Chen Guan, but he did not care.

He could still handle a few of the ghost messengers from the underworld, so what was a mere human being? Even when he was alive, as an emperor, he would not take a commoner seriously.

If the female ghost under his command had not happened to be next to Chen Guan, and Chen Guan had not had a dispute with Xu Yanqing, he would have simply disdained to deal with such a person.

He is Emperor Chenyang, born superior to others, isn't he?

"Superior", when he thought of this word, he suddenly remembered the person who always wanted to suppress him in everything. His face darkened and his figure appeared in the basement in an instant.

Resentment continued to stir Xu Yanqing's mind. He curled up in a corner, already somewhat unconscious. Because of this trance-like state, Chen Guan didn't even tie him up.

For evil spirits, resentment is their best tonic. However, faced with the resentment that was so strong that it was almost tangible, Yan Chu did not choose to absorb it. Instead, he looked at Xu Yanqing as if he was watching a show.

It turns out that the bright and handsome Prime Minister Xu could also be in such an embarrassing situation.

What is the difference between Xu Yanqing, who is wrapped in resentment, and a demon who has committed many evil deeds?

Yan Chu felt a sense of satisfaction from a successful revenge, and he couldn't help but laugh: "Prime Minister Xu, ah, Prime Minister Xu, look at you. I have said before that you are the same person as me."

He will do anything to achieve his goal, is obsessed with profit and power above all else.

They are the same kind of people, so they deserve to rot together in the filthy mud.

Xu Yanqing, who had his eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened them. Those gloomy eyes, which concealed their fragility, were instantly filled with time and compassion.

He seemed to come from far away.

Xu Yanqing... No! Xu Xiang. Xu Xiang stood up slowly and brushed off the dust on his clothes leisurely. Every move he made showed strong confidence and composure.

"Your Majesty, you are still as arrogant and shallow as ever."

His gentle and plain tone carried a certain indescribable special charm. He was clearly belittling the emperor, but his relaxed attitude was as if a teacher was criticizing a naughty student, and the implied majesty was even greater than that of the emperor.

That's it, this arrogant and condescending attitude is as disgusting as ever.

Yan Chu sneered: "Xu Yanqing! Do you think you are still some shitty prime minister? You are so weak now that I can easily kill you. Do you understand?"

"Dead? Ha!" Xu Xiang looked down at his hands, "Didn't I die a long time ago?"

He died in the emperor's hall, died from power, and died from the current situation.

Xu Yanqing looked at Yan Chu: "But you are right about one thing. I am not the Prime Minister, and you are not His Majesty. So Yan Chu, what are you? A monster that devours human flesh and blood?"

The word "monster" stimulated Yan Chu's sensitive nerves. He raised his hand and swung out a black mist, and Xu Xiang was blown away by this force.

Monster? Xu Yanqing even dared to mention it?

If Xu Yanqing had not stirred up trouble in the court and rejected the olive branch extended by the neighboring country, how could Dasheng be destroyed so quickly? How could he die?

He escaped from the underworld by taking advantage of the turmoil in the underworld many years ago. For a thousand years, he was hiding from place to place like a rat in a gutter. All this was thanks to Xu Yanqing!

Yan Chu: "Monster? Hahaha, starting today, I'm not one anymore."

These days are about to end. As long as he takes over this body, he will be resurrected.

Yan Chu walked closer to Prime Minister Xu step by step, just like when he ascended the throne. He once again felt the blood boiling.

Xu Xiang's back hit the wall hard and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The pain as if his internal organs shifted in an instant made him clearly realize that although he had died long ago, this body was still alive.

He said in his heart: Boy, what I say may not sound nice. If you continue to be a coward, I cannot guarantee that this body will be able to walk out upright.

Xu Xiang propped himself up and sat up. The intense pain told him that this body still belonged to him.

He leaned against the wall with one leg bent. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and casually placed his arm on his knee. His eyes, which had been shaped by the years, were calm and indifferent, just like the tragic suicide a thousand years ago.

The resentment around him was still strong, but it did not completely envelop him. Instead, it gathered behind him obediently, like a black wall.

His pale skin was like snow, his bloodstained lips were as red as cinnabar, the black wall was like a painting, and he was the bloodstained white plum blossom in the painting, forever aloof and noble.

Death is his end, but it is never his destination.

Xu Xiang curled his lips slightly and allowed Yan Chu to enter his body. Deep in his consciousness, Xu Yanqing heard the same voice as his:

"There is actually no difference between people and ghosts in this world. When you understand the human heart, you will no longer be afraid of ghosts."

The originally calm resentment suddenly boiled over. Yan Chu was shocked and didn't understand why all the resentment rushed into his ghost body when he clearly didn't absorb any of it.

Yan Chu is the number one wanted criminal in the underworld. He usually has to hide in the human world. It is impossible for the ghosts in the underworld to be unaware of such a big fuss.

However, the current situation is no longer under his control.

A strong ghostly aura rose into the sky, the scorching sun was covered by dark clouds, the wind was howling, and hundreds of ghosts were crying.

This is the birth of the Ghost King.

The jade hanging on Xu Yanqing's neck suddenly shattered, and the peach wood bracelet on his wrist also began to crack.

Are you going to... die?

Xu Yanqing thought in a trance.

"Xu Yanqing!"

Gu Ling cut his palm and smeared the blood on the blade of the jade sword. He swung the sword, and the evil spirit fed with blood became even more ferocious, and pounced on Yan Chu's ghost body like a wild beast.

Yan Chu was suddenly ejected from Xu Yanqing's body. Without much hesitation, he gave up the attempt to possess the body and immediately fled the scene.

The King of Ghosts has been created, and the ghost messengers from the underworld are coming soon.