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

contract?

Ting He was startled, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

He didn't think that the Ghost Emperor had taken a fancy to him, and that's why he let him wear a wedding dress and agreed with him.

Among the ghost clan, there is a custom that has been passed down for thousands of years.

If a ghost makes a bond with a person, after the ceremony on the day of the bond is over, the ghost will eat its bonded person and coexist with it.

Literally the kind to eat.

"I do not……"

Ting He only opened his mouth to spit out two syllables, and the sense of powerlessness that seemed to bind him tightly in place came back again, as if there were invisible transparent silk threads in all directions.

Cold sweat slid down his cheeks, Ting He tensed up all over, trying to break free, but to no avail.

He could only let those ghosts make trouble on him and put on a "bridal" dress for him.

"what?"

When the leading ghost saw Ting He's flat chest, he let out a sound like a puzzled grunt in his throat.

It has only been a few years since he opened his spiritual wisdom, so he doesn't understand why his master has taken a fancy to a man this time.

It is clear that the courtyard where the Ghost Emperor raises his concubines is full of women.

Just because there was not much time, the leading ghost could only suppress the doubts in his heart, then tied Ting He's hands with a rope, and half-forced Ting He to the destination.

On the way, Ting He tried to find a chance to escape several times, but obviously he would not have this chance.

Not to mention those ghosts that wander around at will and howl like ghosts and wolves.

That came from nowhere, staring at him with a horrifying gaze that made Ting He sweat.

About a quarter of an hour later, Ting He reluctantly followed the ghosts to the destination, his eyes went dark at first, and then lit up again.

Ting He narrowed his eyes and looked around with a cold face.

Let’s call it a banquet here, just because——

"Ho ho ho, is that the 'bride' brought back by the emperor? She looks pretty..."

"Really? Why do I feel that she is too tall, or Lingmei is soft and soft, and the little bird is more likable to the emperor."

"What's the use of him trying to please Dijun? That's human!" The talking ghost suddenly took a deep breath, "Ah...it smells so good, no wonder Dijun brought her back, the thin skin and tender meat must be delicious... ..."

"Gudong...it smells so good..."

"It smells so good..."

Eyes full of desire for nakedness overlapped with words of covetousness, rushing toward Tinghe like waves.

Ting He turned a deaf ear to everything and looked around.

He found that the entire banquet was arranged in a square shape, and the four corners were hung with bright red silk, which fluttered in the wind, which made Tinghe inexplicably think of the white strips stuck to the wreath when a person died and was buried.

The banquet was divided into left and right sides from the middle, and the eight ghost kings from the ghost domain and several other ghosts with slightly stronger ghost power were seated respectively.

As for the culprit who brought him to the ghost domain, he was on the central high platform, surrounded by several ghost girls whose faces were covered by strange talisman papers, enjoying the service of the ghost girls very leisurely.

Ting He was deeply speechless.

Does this ghost emperor have any special hobbies?

The faces of those ghost girls were all blocked, and they couldn't see their faces clearly. They couldn't tell whether they were ugly or beautiful, but he still had a look of enjoying themselves.

Looking at the ghosts on the left and right, even though they were eager to move towards him, they were afraid to act rashly because of the shock of the ghost emperor.

In the midst of this, Ting He noticed with sharp eyes that some of the ghost kings took advantage of the attention of all the ghosts on him, and secretly made small moves against the ghost emperor.

Other ghosts may not be clear, but Ting He is very aware that the grievances between the ghost king and the ghost emperor have reached the point where they are on the verge of breaking out.

Ting He's eyes flickered slightly, perhaps, he could take advantage of this opportunity...

The ghost emperor took a sip of the wine from the wine glass handed over by the ghost girl, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The piercing gaze wandered over Ting He's body, which was very helpful to Ting He's hands bound and unable to move at this time.

He raised his hand and waved back the ghost girl who wanted to continue to feed the wine, and said with a light smile: "You are here, my 'bride'."

Bride shit!

Ting He couldn't help swearing in the bottom of his heart, his expression was cold, like a three-foot-frozen pool, he kept silent.

The ghost emperor was not annoyed when he saw this, and even found it very interesting.

He got up from the soft couch, propped his thigh with his right hand, and said in a thought-provoking tone, "Why are you still refusing to speak? Is it because you dislike my preparations, or are you dissatisfied with this deity?"

Ting He still didn't say a word.

In the middle of the noisy hall, he is like a tall and straight green pine, standing upright and outstanding, incompatible with the confusing and treacherous atmosphere around him.

It just so happened that the temperament around her was arrogant, and her noble figure was hard to forget after one glance.

Not to mention that Tinghe was wearing a red wedding dress at this time, even the ghost emperor who had seen countless beauties looked sideways frequently, his heart pounding.

But no matter how beautiful Tinghe was, he didn't speak no matter what, which made the ghost emperor slightly annoyed.

"Heh... you don't even want to look straight at this deity, aren't you afraid that this deity will attack you?" The ghost emperor released his coercion slightly, trying to force Ting He to submit to him.

Ting He was cold and indifferent, as if he was a normal person, his eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain when he looked at the Ghost Emperor.

"It's up to you, it's worthy?"

The light four words made Guidi laugh back angrily, and stood up suddenly.

"You really are not afraid of death." The corners of Ghost Emperor's mouth curled up, his smile twisted, the desire for tyranny rose in his heart, and his black eyes instantly turned scarlet.

The ghost emperor just stood there without doing anything, but the malicious ghost power emanating from his body made Tinghe unable to breathe.

Ting He gritted his teeth and tried to endure it.

The ten fingers of both hands covered by the loose robe were deeply pinched into the palms of the hands, and they tried their best to hold back the silence.

He can't lose yet.

The silent confrontation lasted for a while, and then the hall that was originally quiet began to make noise again.

"Tsk, it's not interesting."

He didn't see Tinghe's distressed appearance as he wished, and the ghost emperor felt very bored, and impatiently withdrew the coercion he exerted on Tinghe.

With a sudden loosening of his body, Ting He only felt a loss of strength and almost lost his balance.

Before he knew it, cold sweat had already soaked his underwear.

"You guys, bring him up to me." The ghost emperor lay back on the soft couch again, ordering a few ghost servants casually.

It also happened to be the ghosts who brought Ting He out of the small black house.

After receiving the order, the leading ghost hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist revealing Ting He's true identity: "Return to Your Majesty, the 'Bride'...is actually a man."

"A man?" The ghost emperor raised his eyebrows slightly, his gaze first glanced at Tinghe's slightly protruding Adam's apple and flat chest.

Did he ever look away?

"No wonder you're so ignorant." Ghost Emperor straightened his clothes slowly, it's not that he can't accept men, anyway, he will eat them in the end.

"It's okay, the deity is also very curious about what it's like to be in harmony with a man."

Since the ghost emperor has spoken in this way, as servants, they are of course omnipotent.

After responding respectfully, the ghost took the rope tied to the other end of the boat and his wrist, and unceremoniously led him towards the ghost emperor.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the Ghost Emperor, he was in danger of losing his life at any moment.

Ting He deliberately talked about some topics to divert the other party's attention.

"Ghost Emperor, thousands of years have passed, and you haven't reached the pinnacle yet. Aren't you afraid that one day you close your eyes and you won't be able to open them again?"

Ghost Emperor's face suddenly darkened.

Even though they are ghosts, ghosts still have the saying of Yinshou.

If at the end of Yinshou, he is still in the current state and stagnates, the ghost emperor will face the end of his soul being scattered.

This is also why the ghost emperor would impatiently attack his son decades ago.

His yin life is only a few years left.

The Ghost Emperor dare not let any ghost know, especially his sons who are staring at his position...

Picking up the wine glass handed by the ghost girl, he drank it down in one gulp, to cover up the momentary panic.

The Ghost Emperor sneered again and again: "You still care about me, why don't you worry about yourself, can you walk out of the door alive!"

Ting He smiled: "Whether I can get out alive, you will definitely not know, because ah, the turtle in the urn that is being targeted now, but you..."

He is being targeted?

Ghost Emperor was startled.

He was about to say something when he suddenly felt dizzy.

The ghost power all over his body seemed to be sucked away suddenly, so heavy that he couldn't gather it no matter what.

not good!

Heart sank little by little, Guidi looked around gloomyly.

His biological sons, at some point, were in an attacking state, and surrounded him layer by layer.

"You, unexpectedly..."

The Ghost Emperor clutched his chest, an uncontrollable flow of blood gushed from his throat, and slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.

When did they move their hands?

"Haven't you noticed?"

As if hearing the ghost emperor's heartfelt voice, Ting He smiled brighter, his peach blossom eyes were breathtaking.

As if he thought that the ghost emperor was not angry enough, he patiently explained to the ghost emperor: "Don't you feel that there is nothing wrong with the wine you just drank?"

Is it wine...

The ghost emperor's eyes turned black.

The wine was obviously the same as usual, and he had put all his attention on Ting He just now, so he let his sons take the opportunity to get it.

Speaking of it, the eight ghost kings didn't seem to have expected that they could bring down the ghost emperor in one go.

This is thanks to Ting He's help.

After the big event is over, you can consider letting him live for a few more days.

The most urgent task is to join hands to kill the ghost emperor first!

The eight ghost kings looked at each other and reached a consensus in an instant, and they were not at all ashamed of their "father-killing" behavior.

I'm afraid that one second later, the ghost emperor will get out of the state of losing ghost power.

The eight ghost kings acted together, each showing their magical powers.

"You want to kill me too?!"

Ghost Emperor snorted coldly.

Anyway, he has been in charge of Ghost Domain for thousands of years. Even if the ghost power in his body keeps draining, it is not so easy to kill him.

In just a few breaths, a ghost emperor's "concert ceremony" suddenly turned into a fight scene, which was unexpected by many ghosts.

But then, the ghosts belonging to the ghost king's camp fought with the soldiers under the ghost emperor's command.

The sound of crying and ghost crying is endless, very shrill.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Ting He hid in the southwest corner, tried to reduce his sense of existence, and waited for the opportunity silently.

The civil strife didn't last long, and it was still the Ghost Emperor's side that was stronger.

And the ghost emperor, relying on his reckless ruthlessness, forced his way out of the encirclement.

"Ho ho..."

The Ghost Emperor was covered in blood, and the corner of his mouth parted, revealing a terrifying smile that could stop a child from crying at night.

The horrifying gaze swept across the ghost kings who were seriously injured, supporting each other, and the ghosts who were still fighting fiercely.

In the end, it landed on Ting He who was hiding in the corner and carefully avoiding them.

After a short pause, the Ghost Emperor smiled even more ferociously: "What are you hiding? Do you think I can't kill you if you hide there?"

Ting He shook his head, "Of course not."

"Ho ho." A smug flash of pride flashed across the hideous face of the ghost emperor, "For the sake of your self-knowledge, this deity will..."

— let you die a happy death.

These six words could not be uttered in the end, and the ghost emperor's voice came to an abrupt end because of the sudden appearance of the gate of the two worlds in the sky.

Only Tinghe, in the astonished silence of the ghosts, smiled like a peach in full bloom: "Because someone won't give you the chance to kill me."

Zhan Yungui's footsteps were calm and firm, with a little panic that only Tinghe could feel, walking towards Tinghe against the light.

On weekdays, those indifferent black eyes are full of urgency, and there is only room for Ting He in his eyes.

He walked up to Ting He and knelt down on one knee, carefully holding Ting He's right hand with his trembling and slightly cold hands.

Eyelids half drooped, leaned over and bowed his head.

On the back of Tinghe's right hand, a kiss lighter than a feather fell, and he sighed softly:

"finally found you."

The author has something to say: Zhan Yungui: It can be regarded as catching up!