Transmigrating Ace System: Child-Rearing Manual

As an ace system, I have assisted countless hosts. Finally, I embark on my own journey of quick transmigration (also known as: a promising retirement mission).

In the Beast World, I meet a pi...

Chapter 359 The City Lord of Ghost City 7

Ahri tied the whip back around her waist and put on her mask. Even though her black clothes were stained with blood, not a trace of red could be seen.

Only the blood dripping from the hem of her clothes revealed that Ahri had just made her move.

Ahri lashed the long whip hard, causing many drops of blood to fall from it.

Ouyang Hao sat calmly in the carriage, even having the leisure to drink tea.

Each of the twelve trusted men stood guard on one side, and at their feet lay the dead assassins.

Ouyang Hao added, "It seems they don't want me to go back to the ghost town this time."

"However, this is also a good opportunity for you to make your move. Don't you want to kill me so you can take over the position of Ghost City Lord?"

Ah Li glanced at Ouyang Hao; it seemed this man was unaware of the danger they were in.

However, no one dared to make a move, because in addition to the twelve trusted confidants on the surface, the Ghost City Lord had many other trump cards up his sleeve.

As far as the original owner knew, the Ghost City Lord did indeed have twelve trusted confidants, who shared joys and sorrows, life and death, and even demons and monsters.

However, this is only what is on the surface. There are twelve other leaders in the shadows, all of whom have been the guardians of the Ghost City for generations.

However, very few people are able to see them.

Ouyang Hao rarely allowed those people to appear; they weren't like his twelve trusted confidants who could be replaced at will.

Ouyang Hao noticed that Ah Li was looking at him, so he picked up his teacup and said to Ah Li, "Go and rest for a bit and have some tea."

Ah Li put away the long whip in her hand, picked up the wine gourd hanging from her waist, and took a sip of osmanthus wine.

A mask depicting a grinning face came closer. "It smells so good, let me have a sip too."

The mischievous ghost is always smiling, no matter what he's doing.

Ah Li moved the wine pot forward a little, and Xi Gui lowered his body and raised his head, waiting to drink the osmanthus wine.