It is said that Master is a recipient [Quick Transmigration]

The bright moonlight was like a veil, pouring softly from the window to the ground, covering the two of them.

Zhan Yungui was speechless for a while.

The soles of the feet pressed against his chest seemed to be a little hot, which made Zhan Yungui's heart ache slightly, and he was a little helpless, not knowing how to express his slightly flustered mood.

The heat spread along the chest and spread to the limbs, and the place it passed was like a raging fire, which could easily ignite him.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and a few dark clouds half-obscured the bright moon.

Half of Zhan Yungui's face was instantly covered in darkness.

The crackling sound of the candle seemed to startle Zhan Yungui who was in a trance, he quickly lowered his eyelids, and his erratic gaze fell on a black mole on Ting He's right ankle.

"Since it is the young master's request, the subordinates dare not refuse, it's just..."

Zhan Yungui endured and endured, and then resisted the urge to kiss the whiteness in front of him.

He raised his eyes again, his eyes were so dark and terrifying.

"It's just that the young master can allow this subordinate to wait for a while. When the time comes, the subordinate will definitely take it from the young master. What I want..." Zhenbao.

The last two words were so light that Tinghe didn't hear them clearly, and they disappeared between Zhan Yungui's lips and teeth.

Zhan Yungui's throat felt dry and thirsty, his voice was low and hoarse, he thought, if he stayed any longer, he might show an ugly face to Ting He.

So he speeded up his hands, hastily wiped off the water droplets on Tinghe's body.

Immediately, without waiting for Tinghe's response, he fled here in a panic, as if some beast was chasing him, forgetting the rules he usually followed.

But Ting He has no time to take care of these at the moment.

When the sound of the door closing came, he collapsed back onto the bed like a fish out of water.

Ting He casually grabbed the pillow and hugged it in his arms, buried his whole face deeply in it, and rolled over and over on the soft big bed several times.

--Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

Ting He shouted silently, the pink color on his body that was steamed from the bath did not decrease at this time, but deepened, and became more and more white and rosy.

After rolling like this several times, Ting He finally stopped, revealing peach blossom eyes filled with a layer of water vapor from the pillow.

He just thought he was going to succeed.

It's a pity that Zhan Yungui was still allowed to run away in the end.

Ting He originally planned to take advantage of Zhan Yungui when he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and throw him down, so as to get rid of his "enemies" in the previous world!

But he still didn't succeed, Tinghe was a little disappointed, but not discouraged.

After all, Zhan Yungui in this world is better at strategy than him in the previous world.

"Is it because my face in disguise is not good enough? Or does he have some hidden disease in this world?..."

Ting He was talking to himself, and raised his hand to touch his little face—the skin is smooth and tender, and can be broken by blowing bullets.

Looking at himself in the mirror again - his face is beautiful, his lips are red and his teeth are white, but he doesn't look feminine at all, and the nobility flowing between his eyebrows adds a bit of extravagance to him.

It doesn't look bad by any means.

Then the answer can only be... Ting He couldn't help thinking wildly.

But even if Zhan Yungui can't do it, isn't there him?

Ting He was instantly satisfied, and then put the pillow back to its original position to rest on, pulled the quilt over his body, and fell asleep beautifully...

The next day, Ting He, Li Peiyu and Master Ting had breakfast in the hall.

Holding the rim of the bowl, Li Peiyu gently blew on the hot rice porridge, and asked casually, "He'er, I heard that you sold two maidservants to the Lianwu Building?"

Ting He deserved to be very casual: "That's right, those two maidservants committed crimes and wanted to call themselves masters in the mansion, shouldn't they be punished?"

"No, you are right to do so."

Li Peiyu used to worry that Tinghe would develop a weak temperament because she was raised as a daughter since she was a child, and her bones were weak, but now it seems that she doesn't have to worry too much.

At this time, Master Ting interjected: "It's just punishing two maidservants who neglected their duties, so don't worry too much, He'er, he has his own measure."

Li Peiyu snorted lightly when she heard the words, but did not refute her husband's words.

Master Ting took a sip of tea and said to Ting He: "In two days' time, the City Sacrifice Ceremony will be held at the City Lord's Mansion. At that time, you all go with me."

The annual City Sacrifice Ceremony is a festival born to expel ghosts and pray for safety.

Every year, it will be presided over by the city lord of Qingjiang City, inviting the people of the city to watch the ceremony together.

It's just that this year, due to the large number of ghost corpses in the Lingqi Temple, the time has been brought forward a little bit, and the purpose is to let the people of Qingjiang City feel at ease early.

On the day of the city ceremony, Tinghe and his family rode in a carriage and went to the city lord's mansion early.

At this time, there will be a faint whiteness on the edge of the sky, and most of the people in Qingjiang City have already got up, packed up, brought the invitation letter issued by the city lord's mansion, or accompanied their family members and friends, and went out to participate in the ceremony.

At a moment, the court carriage with the family crest of blue orchid and bamboo stopped in front of the city lord's mansion.

Li He, the lord of Qingjiang City, went out to greet him in person, and before he saw anyone get off the carriage, he laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Brother Ting, you've arrived."

Master Ting got out of the carriage with the help of his attendants, and there was rarely a smile on his usually serious face.

"It's my younger brother's fault for making Brother Li wait so long. I will definitely come and have a few drinks with my elder brother at the celebration banquet later!"

"Hahaha, okay!" Li He was overjoyed, "Okay, with your words, we two brothers will definitely not go home drunk today!"

The two people in this room were talking about the past, when in the rear carriage, Ting He stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, and moved out of the carriage with some reluctance.

Under Li Peiyu's strong request today, he can be said to be well-dressed.

Although she doesn't wear any makeup, her red dress is eye-catching enough, her face is beautiful, and her peach eyes seem to be full of affection.

As soon as he appeared from the carriage, he immediately attracted the attention of the people around him, and everyone was amazed by him.

Even though Zhan Yungui, who was standing silently by the carriage, was dressed in black, a dark light quickly flashed across his eyes.

But Tinghe had a cold face and was very reluctant. It would be very uncomfortable for any man to appear in public in such a gorgeous women's attire, okay?

Being too disgusted by people's staring eyes, Ting He stood on the shaft of the chariot, refused the servants of the City Lord's Mansion to help him, and instead stretched out his hands towards Zhan Yungui.

"Yungui, come and carry me down."

The tone and movements are extremely natural, with a trace of imperceptible dependence.

"Yes." Zhan Yungui responded softly.

The corner of his mouth curled up quietly, and Zhan Yungui directly bypassed the attendants of the City Lord's Mansion, and stood still in front of Ting He.

Then the right arm hooked Ting He's knee, and the left hand pinched Ting He's waist. With a little force on the forearm, Ting He was easily hugged with one hand, and then he put the person on the ground in a coherent manner.

The two stood side by side, one red and one black, they complemented each other.

The people around were stunned for a long time without reacting.

The strength is amazing, they really want to lift the "beauty" off the carriage with one hand...

Li He obviously also noticed Ting He's actions, he turned a blind eye to the private intimacy between Ting He and Zhan Yungui, but praised Master Ting instead.

"Surely this is Ling Ai, right? I haven't seen you this year, but I've come out so graceful. Brother Ting is so lucky!"

Master Ting accepted the praise humbly: "Where is it, it can't compare to Brother Li's family. The children have their own merits, and they are all dragons and phoenixes among people."

Master Ting patted Ting He's shoulder lightly: "He'er, this is your Uncle He. When you were just born, he even hugged you."

"Hello, Uncle He." Ting He said with a smile, bending his eyebrows.

Since Li Hyuk hugged him when he was born, it means that he was also the one who knew his true gender, so he could praise him as "slim" without changing his face, it seems that he is also an old fox.

Ting He silently commented on Li He in his heart, and was quite curious about what kind of person such a person can teach Li Wenmao to be as silly and sweet as Li Wenmao.

Li He nodded to Ting He with a smile: "Time flies so fast, you've grown up so much...By the way, where is your mother? Why didn't you see her?"

"Speaking of this matter, little brother, let me apologize to Brother Li first." Master Ting apologized, and sighed: "Originally, Peiyu would come with us today, but for some reason yesterday, he got infected with it." The wind and cold made it impossible to go out, so I had to recuperate at home."

"It turned out to be like this." Li He also sighed, "The children are all grown up, and we are also getting old. On weekdays, if we don't pay attention to it, we will easily get sick, and our health will deteriorate day by day."

"Who says it's not?" Master Ting said melancholy.

Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat depressed, Ting He couldn't help but come out to smooth things over: "Father, Uncle He, don't sigh about this great day, your good days will last forever."

"It's getting late. Brother Wen Mao is inside alone. He must be very busy. Let's hurry in and help him." Ting He changed the subject.

When Li Wenmao was mentioned, Li He's face became unnaturally stiff for a moment, but soon returned to normal: "What my niece said is that we should go in first, so don't just stand here!"

Master Ting nodded in agreement, and entered the City Lord's Mansion with Li He one after another.

Ting He followed the two and took two steps forward, and found that Zhan Yungui hadn't followed, turned his head and asked in confusion, "Yungui, what's wrong?"

Zhan Yunhui looked back at the sky above the City Lord's Mansion, and lowered his expression, "This subordinate is fine."

He didn't want to say it, so Ting He pretended not to know, and raised his chin at Zhan Yungui: "If there's nothing wrong, don't be stunned, and hurry up and follow."

Near noon, the people who received the invitation letters arrived at the City Lord's Mansion one after another.

The venue for the city sacrifice ceremony was arranged in a large open space on the southwest side of the city lord's mansion.

As early as a few days ago, craftsmen built an altar here, which was a trapezoidal high platform with a narrow top and a wide bottom.

There are several rows of long tables on both sides of the high platform, and the tables are filled with exquisite dishes and drinks for the people in the city to sit and enjoy.

Seeing that it was almost time for people to arrive, Li He immediately stepped onto the high platform, stood in the center, raised his hands and pressed down slightly: "Everyone, please be quiet—"

As soon as the deep and calm voice came out, the scene that had been noisy before became quiet in an instant.

Under the stage, hundreds of people from Qingjiang City looked at Li He together, waiting for his next sentence.

Li He's face was solemn, and he said in a loud voice: "Today, all of you gathered here are invited by Li to participate in this year's city sacrifice ceremony. Compared with previous years, the time of this year's city sacrifice ceremony is earlier..."

On the high platform, Li He's impassioned speech echoed, and all the people in the city listened carefully.

Only Ting He, who was sitting in the next seat on the stage, looked at Li Wenmao who was kneeling and sitting directly opposite him, with his head slightly lowered, blocking the expression on his face.

No matter how you look at it, you feel that something is wrong with Li Wenmao.

Ting He turned his body calmly, half leaned on Zhan Yungui's shoulder, and whispered in his ear.

"Yungui, do you feel that there is something wrong with Li Wenmao?"

Zhan Yungui raised his eyes and looked opposite, pondered for a while: "Yes. The atmosphere around Li Ershao is a bit abnormal."

"Yeah, a person who is usually very cheerful, why does he look gloomy today, as if he is breathing cold..."

Ting He frowned slightly, he knew that there might be ghost clans related to Zhan Yungui appearing at the city sacrifice ceremony today.

He was prepared for this, but he didn't know what was going to happen to the others.

Li Wenmao is not a bad person, but at the moment the other person is not right, Tinghe can't help but worry a little bit about him.

Zhan Yungui felt the warmth of Ting He's back against his arm, and his heart throbbed slightly, accompanied by indescribable... jealousy.

He didn't want to see Ting He look so worried about other men.

Zhan Yungui also imitated Ting He's appearance, leaned close to Ting He's ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Master, do you need your subordinates to go and see him?"

Ting He trembled subconsciously at first, but turned to look at Zhan Yungui with a serious face, rubbed the tips of his ears suspiciously, and shook his head.

"Wait a little longer, it's too conspicuous in front of everyone, and, judging by Uncle He's appearance, he's almost finished speaking."

Ting He stared at the high platform, Li He ordered someone to bring a glass of white wine, obviously it was the last part of his speech.

It was clearly noon, and layers of dark clouds began to roll over the horizon at some point, and the sky gradually darkened.

Li Henong frowned, holding the cup with both hands, and the light wind rolled up his sleeves.

"...Therefore, the gentlemen and I gather here today, and we should pray together for all the people in Qingjiang City, to expel the ghosts and return me to safety!"

Hearing this, everyone in the audience couldn't help holding up their wine glasses at the same time, raised them above their heads, and repeated in unison: "Expel the ghost clan, and give me back!"

After repeating it three times, everyone and Li He raised their heads and drank the wine.

Ting He, who was fishing in troubled waters, also took a small sip, not daring to drink more, and the growing uneasiness in his heart gradually made him feel better.

Li He drank the white wine happily, put the wine glass on the wooden plate held up by the attendant, and sighed: "The sacrificial wine has been drunk, it's time to come down..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sudden voice: "Wait a minute!"

Li He's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes turned to the audience, and his thick eyebrows were raised again: "Wen Mao, what are you trying to do?"

With a pale face, Li Wenmao staggered to his feet and looked straight at him coldly: "Father, have you forgotten what you promised me?!"

"I……"

Li He struggled. On the one hand, he couldn't bear to his own flesh and blood, and on the other hand, he felt guilty for the many people in Qingjiang City.

In the end, he closed his eyes fiercely, and made a decision in his heart.

"Wen Mao, now is the critical moment of the festival, step back!!" roared fiercely, and Li He looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

But Li Wenmao was not surprised by this result.

He smiled sadly: "But Yue'er is dead, what's the point of me being alive?"

"Father, it's too late..."

The sudden strong wind blew away Li Wenmao's last words.

The sky was dim and dark clouds obscured the sun.

With the high platform as the center, several complicated formations lit up at the same time, accompanied by a familiar hoarse voice from Tinghe: "Hahaha, finally, I, Mingci, finally succeeded!!"

A dirty old man with almost no human appearance suddenly appeared beside Li Wenmao.

——It was Ming Ci who had been hiding for many days!

"Thousands of calculations, I didn't expect that Mingci would hide in the city lord's mansion!" Ting He's face darkened, there was bloody feud between them and Mingci.

Either you die or I die.

Ting He also blamed himself for ignoring the principle of darkness under the lights, which allowed Ming Ci to hide until today.

As soon as Ming Cifu appeared, Li Wenmao grabbed him by the collar and said anxiously: "I have done everything according to your request, what about Yue'er? You said you have a way to bring her back to life, so now she What about people?!"

"What's the rush?" Mingci slapped his hand away impatiently.

"The enchantment together with the ghost domain has been opened, and after a while, you will be able to reunite with your woman, ho ho ho..."

Mingci laughed bleakly, his eyes were filled with the madness of wanting to kill everyone together.

Hearing that his Yue'er was indeed saved, Li Wenmao calmed down, but ignored the scene in front of him like being in purgatory.

In order to maintain the formation that opened the barrier, all the people who came to participate in the ceremony became formation guides.

These people are now collapsed on the ground, falling into a coma one after another, and their vitality is sucked away by the formation without knowing it.

Master Ting also fell into a coma, no matter how Ting He called him, he did not respond.

"Master." Zhan Yungui held Ting He's left hand, and the cool body temperature made Ting He withdraw from his worries about Master Ting.

"I will send someone to escort you and the master to a safe place. You will be fine, don't panic."

Zhan Yungui's voice was calm, but his steady tone was full of confidence and comfort.

The more critical the situation is, the less you can panic.

"Okay." Ting He tried his best to calm himself down, his eyes fell behind Zhan Yungui, and a few "people" appeared suddenly.

Their faces are expressionless and ordinary, making it impossible to pick a mistake, but it just makes Ting He feel that these "people" are not simple.

"Yungui, they are..." Ting He subconsciously asked.

According to Zhan Yungui's order, they searched everywhere for Mingci's first-class ghost.

Of course, Zhan Yungui would not tell Ting He his real identity at this time, he was afraid of frightening the other party.

"They..." Zhan Yungui's eyes flickered, "I'll tell you who they are later, now, you and the master go to a safe place first."

Standing behind him, Yijia took a step forward and easily carried Master Ting off the ground.

The other two stepped forward, wanting to protect Tinghe and leave with Yijia.

Ting He directly refused: "Just let them take my father away, I will stay here."

Zhan Yungui opened his mouth to refute, but when he met Shangtinghe's firm gaze, he suddenly stopped.

Ting He once said that he would never leave him no matter what, and he always kept this in mind.

And now, Ting He is also telling Zhan Yungui with his actions that he will do what he says.

Zhan Yungui's throat moved, his dark eyes deepened, "You said this..."

Even if you want to leave in the future, I will never let you go.

"Huh? What did you say?" Zhan Yungui's voice was so low that Ting He didn't hear it for a while.

Zhan Yungui shook his head silently, but told the two ghosts behind him: "You two, protect the young master well, don't let him get hurt, otherwise..."

Zhan Yungui narrowed his eyes slightly, and the aura belonging to the ghost king put pressure on the two ghosts.

The two ghosts trembled abruptly, and replied firmly, "Yes!"

In mid-air, the enchantment of the ghost domain has been opened, and many ghosts have already run out of the enchantment.

As the lord of the city, Li He certainly has some ways to exorcise ghosts.

It's just that two fists can't beat four hands, and one body and shadow, fighting alone, will soon be unable to hold on.

Li He's face was full of pain, and he yelled in the direction of Li Wenmao: "Wen Mao, do you know what you are doing? You are letting the people of Qingjiang City lose their lives for nothing!!"

Li Wenmao's body froze, but thinking of Yueer, he could only grit his teeth: "Father, I can't live without Yueer!"

"Wen Mao!!" Li He was really angry, he didn't expect his son to be so selfish.

The scene of father and son's enmity before him made Mingci sneer, "It's so hypocritical, I can stop it tomorrow morning..."

The images of ghosts wandering around are particularly pleasing to the eye, but somehow, these ghosts just don't go to one place.

Mingci turned his head to look over, and saw the two people he hated to the bone at a glance.

"Okay, it's you two again!" Ming Ci snorted coldly, if it wasn't for Ting He and Zhan Yungui, how could he have come to such a point.

And he thought about it over and over again afterwards, what kind of person can swallow ghosts alive and drive ghost corpses.

In the end, I can only think of one possibility!

Mingci grinned, and that smile was sticky and disgusting, making Tinghe think of the mud on his clothes on a rainy day.

"Unexpectedly, as the ghost king of the ghost domain, he pretended to be a human and appeared in the human race, ho ho ho..."

He said these words in a loud voice, just enough for everyone who was still awake to hear.

"What?! You said he is the king of ghosts?!" Li Wenmao was taken aback. He regarded Tinghe as his only friend, and he still had some conscience after all.

"Ting He, did you hear that! This man is the King of Ghosts. He purposely became your bodyguard with bad intentions and uneasy intentions. Get away from him quickly!"

Hearing this, Zhan Yungui's face turned cold suddenly, he stared at Mingci and Li Wenmao with murderous intent in his eyes.

He didn't say a word, and... he didn't dare to look back.

He was afraid that when he turned around, he would see Ting He's eyes of horror, disgust, and disgust.

Suddenly touching a piece of warmth with his fingers, Zhan Yungui's breathing was slightly stagnant at first, his pupils constricted, and then he looked sideways with a little disbelief and a touch of anticipation——

Ting He held Zhan Yungui's hand, raised his face slightly, and his peach blossom eyes were provocative: "So what?"

"Whether Yun Gui is a man or a ghost king, he is my Ting He's man."

his people.

These few words deeply pleased Zhan Yungui, he laughed in a low voice, his deep voice was a little indescribably sexy, stimulating Tinghe's tympanic membranes.

Ting He put on a tiger face: "What are you laughing at, am I wrong?"

"No, of course not, what the young master said is quite right." The corners of Zhan Yungui's lips curled up, and the red mole on his cheek became more and more radiant, breathtaking.

When Zhan Yungui had had enough of laughing, he looked at Mingci as if to admire his face, with cold killing intent in his eyes.

"I said, let me see you again, and you will never return."

The red pattern spread from the side of Zhan Yungui's neck in an instant, but this time the pupil color was normal.

The aura from the ghost king drove the ghosts with weak ghost power, they changed direction and kept rushing towards Mingci.

But this time, Mingci was fully prepared.

Under the blessing of the formation, some ghosts are slightly stronger, and the ghosts that are not under Zhan Yungui's control fight with them.

And his newly made ghost corpse also appeared again.

Thick smoke was billowing, and the howls of ghosts could be heard endlessly, as if the world had become a carnival for ghosts.

"Speak wildly, this time, it's not sure who will win!" Ming Ci slapped Zhan Yungui's fists and feet away with his palm, his eyes were scarlet.

The two sides fought evenly, and Zhan Yungui also made a move himself.

But even though his subordinates were protecting Tinghe, he did not dare to stay too far away from Tinghe so as not to cause any accidents.

This point was noticed by Mingci, so he singled out Tinghe to attack, and took advantage of his weakness.

From Zhan Yungui's active attack at the beginning to his passive defense later, it will not be clear for a while.

Seeing this, Ting He was a little depressed and annoyed. He wanted to go up to help Zhan Yungui, but with his naked body, he would die if he went up.

Just as he was frowning and wondering if there was any other way, he caught a glimpse of a white beard out of the corner of his eye——

"It's you!"

The weird Taoist priest who came belatedly inserted himself into the fight between Zhan Yungui and Mingci without saying a word.

He just swiped the whisk in the direction of the noun, and Ming Ci flew out like a piece of rag.

"My boy, I haven't left yet, yet I still have the guts to run wild in the city!"

The weird Taoist sneered, then pulled out the long sword from behind, danced a sword flower at random, and shot the long sword out quickly.

hum! ——

The long sword was stably inserted into the center of the barrier, and no second ghost came out of the barrier.

Mingci spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", lying on the ground like a dog, glaring at the weird Taoist priest fiercely: "It's you again!"

"Yeah, it's me again." The weird Taoist rolled his eyes.

He ignored Mingci who was vomiting blood again, pointed at Li Wenmao and criticized severely: "You, do you know what it means that people cannot be resurrected after death! How dare you believe it even if a three-year-old child doesn't believe it?!"

Then he pointed at Tinghe: "You, if you want to help, do it well, don't you just stand there like a living target!"

Finally, point to Zhan Yungui.

"You, you..." Facing Shang Zhan Yungui's cold eyes, the weird Taoist hesitated instead, and finally said impatiently, "You are very good!"

Zhan Yungui: "..."

He suddenly appeared out of nowhere and criticized others, what is this weird Taoist trying to do?

The corners of Ting He's mouth twitched slightly, he couldn't figure it out, but he saw smoke coming out of that weird Taoist's whisk with sharp eyes.

"Hey, Taoist priest, your whisk is on fire!"

"Um?!"

The weird Taoist jumped three feet high and hurriedly extinguished the fire with his beloved fly whisk.

——In order to escape, it was Mingci who repeated the old trick again, and used deceitful methods to set Fuchen on fire without anyone noticing.

Mingci rubbed oil on the soles of her feet, knowing that she was not their combined opponent, so she ran away immediately.

The weird Taoist was very angry: "This is another move! When I catch him, I will burn all the hair on his body!"

While talking, he chased in the direction where Mingci was running, halfway through the chase, as if he remembered something, he turned around.

"Hey, you, come with me!"

Zhan Yungui frowned, and wanted to refuse immediately.

The weird Taoist seemed to know what he was thinking, and spoke first: "I allocated half of my spiritual power to seal the barrier, and it's very useless now, you don't want him to escape again, do you?"

The weird Taoist pointed in the air, and the long sword he shot was still stuck there.

Zhan Yungui didn't want to leave Tinghe at all, but Tinghe grabbed his hand and shook it.

"Yungui, go quickly, with them here, I'll be fine." Ting He said, looking seriously into Zhan Yungui's eyes.

"Can……"

"Stop moaning, if you keep moaning, no one will be seen!"

Zhan Yungui just opened his mouth to say a word, but was interrupted by the weird Taoist priest.

He endured and endured, and finally, in Ting He's urging eyes, he left a sentence, "Wait for me to come back." Then he chased after the weird Taoist priest full of murderous aura.

After a while, the backs of the two were no longer seen.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed slightly, but it was still dark and gloomy. The strong wind gradually subsided, and two or three breezes blew past from time to time.

Ting He raised his eyes and saw that there was a long sword blocking the barrier, and no more ghosts sprang out from it.

The remaining ghosts floating around were easily dealt with by the two ghosts Li He and Zhan Yungui ordered to protect Tinghe.

But the people in the city are still lying on the ground unconscious, and it is estimated that they will not be able to wake up for a while.

Li Wenmao slowly approached Tinghe, but he didn't dare to stand too close, he opened his mouth, but couldn't speak again, with a troubled expression on his face.

After repeating this several times, he squeezed out three words: "I'm sorry..."

Ting He squinted at him: "What's the use of apologizing to me?"

"I..." Li Wenmao paused, his eyes darkened, "I just miss Yueer so much, I just want to see her again, I don't want to kill anyone..."

Ting He's face was cold, and he hit the nail on the head: "But she is dead! And those who are still lying on the ground will lose a lot of life because of you."

"No, Yue'er is not dead!" Li Wenmao raised his head suddenly, as if he felt uneasy because of Tinghe's words.

"Master Mingci said that as long as I can help him, he can help me treat Yue'er!"

"I saw Master Mingci rescue a drowning girl with my own eyes." Li Wenmao added as if he was worried that Tinghe would not believe him.

Ting He was quite speechless when he heard the words, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

The idea of ​​resuscitating a drowned girl is obviously using magic to transform the girl into a ghost corpse, making her a puppet that only obeys Mingci's orders.

But Li Wenmao, a foolish boy, in the pain of losing his wife and in extreme despair, actually believed Mingci's lies, which led to the current situation.

After all, Li Wenmao is just a poor man.

Li Wenmao talked for a while by himself, seeing that Tinghe ignored him, knowing that he was making a fool of himself, he simply pursed his lips, turned his head and stopped talking.

There are not many ghosts still floating around, and most of them have low ghost power.

It didn't take much effort, Li He and the two ghosts were able to solve the problem in a hurry, and even Tinghe helped to deal with one or two.

However, the people of Qingjiang City, who fell to the ground and have not yet woken up, are quite troublesome.

Li He leaned over to check the situation of one or two people, and found that the breathing of these common people was stable and their pulse was normal, as if they were asleep.

But the reason why he didn't wake up for a long time is probably related to the strange formation that Ming Ci set up.

After pondering for a while, Li He said: "I'm afraid we have to wait for that Taoist priest to come back before we can solve the situation that the common people are still asleep."

"In that case, let's wait here for a while, maybe they should come back." Ting He suggested.

Li Hyuk agreed with this, completely ignoring his son's anxious objection.

"Father, you clearly promised me before that you would help me, why are you going back on your word now?!" Li Wenmao questioned aloud.

With a serious face, Li He said bluntly: "I regret it, from the very beginning I shouldn't agree to you because of a momentary soft-heartedness, it almost caused a big mistake."

"After the matter is over, I will also resign as the city lord of Qingjiang City and give an explanation to the people in the city."

"Father!" Li Wenmao was taken aback. He did not expect that his father, who always loved the people like a son, would take the initiative to resign from the position of city lord.

Ting He also didn't expect that, it seems that what happened today really gave him a lot of stimulation.

"And you, Wen Mao."

Li He looked at Li Wenmao, with a hint of impatience in his eyes, but he had to be ruthless and said: "Don't be obsessed anymore, Yue'er is dead, you should let him go earlier, if what happened today, there will be another time, then I, Li He, do not have your son!"

Although what he said was serious, he really wanted to persuade Li Wenmao to turn around and not make the same mistakes again and again.

It's a pity that Li Wenmao has always been easy to get into a corner when it comes to Yue'er.

He smiled sadly: "Stubborn? Hehe, father, do you know how important Yueer is to me? She is my life..."

Li Wenmao closed his eyes, hiding the tears that were about to overflow from the corners of his eyes.

Yue'er's voice and smile appeared in front of his eyes, as if that person was by his side and never left.

Opening his eyes again, Li Wenmao said expressionlessly, "I can't guarantee that I won't do anything in the future. Since you don't want to recognize me, father, then I..."

"Since your father doesn't recognize you, give me your life."

Suddenly, a hoarse and malicious voice came in, interrupting Li Wenmao's words.

Several people were all taken aback.

Before they could react, they heard another "噗嗤" sound.

"Huh..." Li Wenmao felt a pain in his heart, as if something had been ripped out of his body.

He lowered his head in a daze, only to see an arm stained with blood and internal organs protruding from his chest, holding a ball of meat that was beating slightly in that rough palm.

Is that his heart...

"Wen Mao!" Li He was shocked with his red eyes. He watched Li Wenmao suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and slowly said to the ground.

And the strange man who appeared suddenly threw Li Wenmao's heart on the ground with a look of disgust.

"Tsk, it doesn't look delicious."

This sentence is tantamount to adding salt to Li Hyuk's wound.

Li He was extremely sad and angry, and his whole body fell into a state of madness. He rushed towards the strange man as if desperately: "I'm going to kill you!!——"

The strange man easily dodged his attack, and even kicked Li He out with one kick, vomiting blood and falling into a coma.

"Oh, there are so many people who want to kill me, you are still far behind."

The strange man had a disdainful expression on his face, and he leisurely set his eyes on Ting He, and raised his red lips: "Look, what did I find?"

"Sweet and delicious little peach blossom." The strange man paused, licked his lower lip, and suddenly his expression changed, his eyes filled with disgust.

"Also, the nasty smell."

Ting He's body was stiff, and there seemed to be invisible silk threads in all directions, restraining him in place, unable to move.

The strange man in front of him looked similar to Zhan Yungui, but he was a little more feminine, his expression was frivolous, wicked, and his sticky eyes made Ting He feel particularly uncomfortable.

If his guess is correct, this person should be the Ghost Emperor...

But why did he appear here?

Ting He suddenly thought of something, raised his eyes to look at the entrance of the enchantment of Huangquan, and as expected, the long sword that had been inserted there was gone.

He tried his best to turn his head again, and saw that according to Zhan Yungui's order, the two ghosts who protected him were suppressed by the ghost emperor's aura as soon as possible.

Ting He sighed in his heart, it seems that today, he cannot escape.

During the few breaths he was meditating, the Ghost Emperor walked up to Ting He, condescendingly, raised his hand, and lightly raised his chin with his right index finger.

"Tell me, where does the breath of another person on your body come from?"

The fingers pinching his chin were icy cold, accompanied by an unpleasant smell of rust, he wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't move.

Ting He frowned tightly, and did not hide the disgust and disgust in his eyes at all. He just looked directly at the Ghost Emperor, the corners of his mouth were flattened, and he did not say a word.

"Heh..." Silently staring at each other for a while, the ghost