Chapter 610 Master and Servant Recognize Each Other

Ye Xiaoman suddenly heard that the Ghost King was coming to cause trouble for her. Although she was prepared, she was still frightened.

The Life Sword swayed, and she stopped in mid-air, looking around suspiciously. Occasionally, a ghost on the ground would look up at her.

She was sure that there was no pressure from any important figures around, and she felt a little relieved.

[Boss, I knew you were looking for me for no good reason.]

Where is the person who killed me?

Jing Zhui: [I don’t know.]

Ye Xiaoman asked in depth: [Which ghost king wants to kill me?]

Jing Zhui: [The Eight Ghost Kings.]

Ye Xiaoman wailed: [That means everyone dislikes me.]

[Oh my God, what have I done to anger God and man?]

Jing Zhui: [What do you think?]

Ye Xiaoman became nervous.

Although she has the ashes of the Ghost Lord, even if the Ghost King groups up to cause trouble for her, she can handle it calmly.

But the appearance of Jing Zhui reminded her that although Jing Zhui was silent, he had been monitoring her daily life due to their special relationship.

Zhu Chuideng's ashes were the spoils she had secretly hidden away. As long as she took them out to use, Jing Zhui would find out.

Therefore, it can only be used as a trump card, quietly, and only used on a large scale as a last resort.

This also means that if the Ghost King comes to beat her, her best way to deal with it is to use force to fight back.

If she was facing only one Ghost King, then it would be fine. According to Jiaying's previous record, she could end up in a draw.

But he can only deal with one Ghost King. It is not a question of whether Jiaying is weak or not. Jiaying is only in his twenties. All Ghost Kings have cultivation levels above the Spirit Transformation stage. In addition, they have lived for thousands of years and have become cunning and treacherous. They have millions of evil ghosts under their command. He can hit wherever he points. He can defeat them all by himself. Compared with them, he is already incredibly strong.

No matter how strong Jiaying is, he only has two hands.

Want to gather all the fish in the pond?

Xiao Chujing is not good enough. The male protagonist is still developing in a creepy way. What use can a Jindan stage person be? But he can borrow his incredible luck.

Ji Wenyi and Sikong Qing's subordinates can be seconded. They brought many masters with them this time, including some ancestor-level protectors, who supported them in walking across the ghost world for such a long time.

As long as you reveal your identity, the ghost kings will have to consider whether they can afford to offend you.

But does she dare to bring them together?

She didn't dare at all.

Ye Xiaoman settled for the second best.

[Boss, you will protect me, your most loyal subordinate.]

Jing Zhui answered faster than Ye Xiaoman could blink: [No.]

Ye Xiaoman couldn't accept the bad news, "You're going to disregard our friendship!"

You are not so heartless when we are doing spiritual practice!

[You hugged me at your lowest point and promised to take care of me for the rest of my life if you didn't die in my hands this time.]

Jing Zhui: [I didn't say that.]

Ye Xiaoman: [I recorded it.]

Jing Zhui: [……]

Ye Xiaoman: [Do you want to listen?]

Jing Zhui: [Do you want to die?]

Jing Zhui: [Deleted.]

Ye Xiaoman: [You don't want the news of you secretly exploiting your subordinates to get out, do you?]

Jing Zhui felt depressed again, as if he had seen it before.

It is obvious that Ye Xiaoman's life is in his hands, so why does it always seem that Ye Xiaoman has so many handles on him?

The Demon Lord explained with humiliation and frustration: [It's not that I won't save you, it's just that I haven't recovered yet.]

The several battles he had with Zhu Chuideng were extremely costly, and his soul was almost shattered by Zhu Chuideng. He had been recuperating during this period, and only because he was concerned that Ye Xiaoman was in danger did he reluctantly wake up from his coma and remind her.

Ye Xiaoman chirped in front of him, "Boss, why are you always incompetent?"

Jing Zhui was silent.

Jing Zhui endured it.

He recently had a new experience: if a man is led by a woman in a superior position once in a matter, he will be subtly suppressed in status.

He hadn't meant to be subservient to her that night; he really had no experience.

Jing Zhui rarely lost his mind, and several beautiful scenes flashed before his eyes.

His throat was dry and he couldn't help pulling at his collar.

Ye Xiaoman kept muttering in my ear.

【Zhu Chuileng has yet to open the Ghost Gate.】

Ji Wenyi is nearly going crazy in the ghost world, recently killing many ghosts above the rank of Ghost General and seizing many land deeds. Even after all this, Zhu Chuideng still hasn't come out.

[Do you also want to think of a way to get me out as soon as possible? ]

[I'm already the Ghost Commander. If you don't hang up, I'll become the Ghost King.]

Jing Zhui said nothing.

Ye Xiaoman didn't know what he was doing over there. She heard his breathing became much heavier, and she guessed he had fallen asleep again.

He was planning to leave her alone.

It's her bad luck to have such a ruthless boss.

Ye Xiaoman complained unscrupulously: "Next time, tell me earlier so I have more time to prepare."

She groaned and cut off contact with him.

Jing Zhui wanted to say a few more words, but Ye Xiaoman had completely closed her sea of ​​consciousness. Jing Zhui was already used to her insubordination and no longer felt angry.

In the darkness, he rubbed his aching forehead with his fingers.

There was another mumbling sound next to his ear, as if someone had been reciting scriptures to him for days and nights.

It really disturbs people's dreams.

He was so annoyed that he let his consciousness follow the noise.

Tracing back to the past, I felt a vivid scene.

In a place that looked like an underground altar, a young man in colorful divine robes was performing a ritual. Around his feet were many offerings: the skulls of high-ranking monks, the corpses of century-old divine crows, the hearts of rare demonic beasts, and bizarre sacrificial instruments...

There was also a woman in palace dress beside him, assisting the young man. She was squatting in front of a bronze gourd-shaped paper burning stove that was as tall as a person, burning gold paper into it with an impatient look on her face.

Gold paper is paper money used to communicate with gods. The gold paper she burned was very special. Each piece of paper bound the soul of a person born at a specific time. She threw it into the Samadhi True Fire. With a scream, the soul paper turned into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared.

"Lu Qi, you've been dancing for three days now. Can you really summon the Lord by doing this?"

The man stood on tiptoe, twisting his hands and waist in a strange posture.

"It will definitely work, believe me. Have you forgotten that my family is the High Priest of the Demon Realm... Hey, which prayer was I just chanting? I told you not to interrupt me, yet you still talk to me..."

Right in front of the altar stood a golden statue, the workmanship so lifelike that Jing recognized it as his statue.

Lu Qi's prayers were interspersed with his ghostly howling mutterings.

"Your Majesty, if you are in heaven, ugh, on earth, ugh...if there is a spirit in the coffin, please answer my call~"

"Our Demon Army's reconstruction is thriving."

"If you saw this, you would definitely smile in your grave. Ugh, you would smile with relief~"

Jing Zhui recognized that it was this voice that had been harassing him.

It was this voice that kept reporting to him, and he knew that the ghost kings were going to capture Ye Xiaoman.