In love with the ghost king

Chi Qing was not afraid at all, and asked again: "Then Mr. Song Qi is willing?"

"Of course not." Meng Jing looked in a particularly good mood today, so that Chi Qing was so aggressive, and there was no sullen expression on his face, "But he provoked me."

"I don't know where I bumped into Your Excellency the Ghost King."

Meng Jing raised his hand, appreciating it carefully, and then said slowly: "Looks."

As soon as he said this reason, several people in the audience were shocked.

What kind of shit reason is this?looks?But seeing Meng Jing's serious look, it didn't look like he was joking.

Chu Sheng stood aside and didn't speak. He always felt that Meng Jing seemed different today, as if...more arrogant than before, as if...he was still a monster.

But he has changed a lot, so he shouldn't be able to recognize it, right?

Thinking of this, Chu Sheng unconsciously rubbed his temples again.

"If everyone is fine, please leave." Meng Jing said slowly, holding his chin.

At this moment, a ghost rushed in, just bent down to report, but glanced at several people next to it, couldn't speak anymore, and looked hesitantly at Meng Jing above.

Meng Jing said coldly: "But it's okay to say."

"That Song Qi's soul suddenly rioted for some reason, and now he has injured several ghosts! The general sent troops to suppress...but failed." At the end, the ghost buried its head even lower, and its legs I couldn't stop trembling.

"Trash." Meng Jing sneered, "I want to see who dares to make trouble under my nose."

After finishing speaking, he pointed his toes, flew out immediately, and said lightly: "Everyone, do whatever you want."

Hearing this news, the hearts of several people tensed up immediately, and they hurriedly followed.

Before arriving at the "Song Mansion" in the ghost world, I saw Song Qi standing among the ghosts with disheveled hair. The groom's clothes hadn't been changed yet, and his pale face made it even more strange.

His eyes were blood red, and he stared fiercely at the surroundings. Whenever a ghost approached, he would stretch out his fangs and bite the other person's neck fiercely.

"What am I supposed to be, someone who doesn't have a good eye gave you this kind of thing." Meng Jing stood on the roof with his hands behind his back, watching the farce below with cold eyes.

Song Qi seemed to be aware of it, stopped the aimless attack in his hand, and looked up at Meng Jing.

A cold voice came, "You just go to the prison to seriously injure, and I will deal with the rest."

Meng Jing looked up, only to see a man in black standing not far from him, wearing a terrifying bronze mask, looking at him coldly.

The man in black said sadly: "He is the one I like, you better not interfere."

Meng Jing sneered: "What's the matter today, one or two will come to trouble this thing - the tone is not small, it depends on whether you have the ability."

As soon as he raised his hand, he summoned a cold sword and stabbed at the man in black.

But the man in black drew out the sword at his waist, stood it upright in front of him, and withstood the attack of Meng Jing's sword. He said: "It's a good sword, why didn't you know that Your Excellency Ghost King can use swords?"

Meng Jing was startled, then stabbed the sword out with his backhand, and said with a sneer, "There are many things you don't know."

Chi Qing looked at the two wrestling in the sky, and then set his eyes on Song Qi who was in the distance again. He secretly squeezed out a charm from his arms, clamped it between two fingers, and stood it in front of him.

Chu Sheng stretched out his hand to stop him, and stood in front of him: "When you act in the ghost world, don't use spells and magic tools. Otherwise, it will be difficult to be seen by other ghosts."

Charms and magic tools are supposed to be commonly used by cultivators of immortals, and using them openly in front of ghosts is tantamount to revealing their identities.

Hearing this, Chi Qing said "ashamed", and hurriedly stuffed the talisman back, not knowing what to do for a while.

Bai Dongdong glanced at the situation indifferently, and said coldly: "Don't you want to find the corpse? Hurry up and go back to the palace while the ghost king is away."

Chi Qian couldn't bear it and said, "Then let him hurt people casually here?"

He was referring to Song Qi.

"Ghost." Bai Dongfang corrected, and continued to raise his eyebrows, "It's a ghost who hurt him. Judging by his appearance, he should be controlled by something."

After all, with a joke in the corner of his mouth, he said with disdain: "And this thing has controlled his body. If you don't take this thing for his body, there will be no end to madness."

How vicious it is to accuse ghosts and corpses.

A corpse is the sustenance of ghosts, and it is also a ghost's weakness. The end of being smashed to pieces is usually the ghost.Controlling ghosts and controlling corpses can make ghosts listen to themselves as much as possible, but it also minimizes the mental strength of the ghost controller and the life span of ghosts.

Hurting people recklessly like this is naturally extremely detrimental to the merits of ghosts.

Chi Qing secretly affirmed: These things are recorded in the library of the Feiyun School, so it can be seen that Bai Dongfang still reads it on weekdays.

Seeing that Song Qi was about to break free from the shackles of the ghosts, they knew that there was no longer any delay, and hurried back to the ghost king's palace.

Caught a little ghost outside the door, Chi Qian threatened and lured him to tell Song Qi's whereabouts, the road was unimpeded, and there were very few soldiers.

Several people found Song Qi in the dungeon without any difficulty. Chi Qing cut off the lock of the prison door, and was blocked by a barrier just as he was about to rush in.

Only then did they understand why there were so few guards in this prison——every cell was enchanted!

Chi Qing tried his best, raised his sword and slashed, only to hear the sound of "Zheng", the sword body collapsed and flew far away.

He only felt that his arms were numb from the shock, and he also lowered his head and gasped for a few breaths. After a long while, he said dejectedly: "I can't split it."

Charms, swords, everything has been tried, but it is a pity that it is completely useless.Several people stood outside the barrier, looked at Song Qi's body lying inside, and showed a dazed look for a while.

"How is it, everyone?" A lazy voice sounded from behind, "Is my dungeon having fun?"