As night falls, darkness slowly awakens from the silence, a cacophony of noise and decay.
The ghost market was as eerie as ever.
Even though the candlelight spread like stars, it could not conceal the deathly aura that permeated the air.
Mo Yunhan and Jiang Qingwan, along with Ye Qi and Qing Sui, stood in front of the Ghost Tower according to the time when the Ghost King opened the market.
The gate to the haunted building was open.
Blood-red lanterns hung by the door.
It seemed as if ghosts were wailing and wolves were howling from within.
Many people wearing masks went inside.
When the Ghost King opens his market, you can ask about anything.
As long as you can afford the corresponding compensation.
Jiang Qingwan said righteously, "I will not give a single tael of silver."
About Bai Shuo.
She had already told Mo Yunhan on the way.
Mo Yunhan nodded in agreement.
"I'll do whatever my wife says."
Jiang Qingwan reached out and pinched his waist.
Ye Qi hugged the longsword tightly, looking quite worried.
"We brought too few people. I heard that the Ghost King is a master, and he has eighteen Yama Kings under his command."
Qinghui lowered her head and touched the sharp short sword.
"Nine for one person, whoever backs down is a coward."
The four men walked in aggressively.
To see the Ghost King, one must overcome obstacles.
Yoruichi and Aoi were already itching for a fight, but they didn't expect it to be a battle of wits.
The two suffered a truly miserable defeat.
They didn't even have the chance to meet the Eighteen Kings of Hell and have a big fight with them.
As the final round approached, only Jiang Qingwan and Mo Yunhan remained on the field.
Before me was an extremely empty room, and the light inside was very dim.
A breeze was blowing in intermittently from all directions.
Something was blown, and it emitted a series of eerie low hums.
This makes people want to listen more carefully.
Mo Yunhan suddenly felt a chill in his palm.
He raised his hand wide to look, and a snowflake landed in his palm.
How could there be snowflakes in the room?
But then, another leaf fell.
One after another, snowflakes fell from the dark sky.
He was in a lot of pain.
Warm blood dripped down.
"Keep releasing it. How dare you defile the bloodline of the Great Zhou royal family with your filthy demon blood?"
"What's there to be afraid of? You're not going to die."
"Have you heard? The Ninth Prince's mother is a demon. She had to borrow dragon blood to overcome her tribulation before she could be with the Emperor and give birth to this monster. No wonder the Emperor doesn't care whether he lives or dies."
A long trail of bloodstains spread across the pristine white snow.
A tiger poked its head out from the wind and frost, and a bell rang.
A woman in red, dressed in exotic attire, stands behind a tiger, her beautiful forehead ornament fluttering in the wind.
She slowly raised her hand.
"Come, I'll take you away."
Mo Yunhan subconsciously stepped forward.
Stepping over snow stained with blood, traversing countless bizarre, hellish formations, and overcoming painful memories of the past, as long as you hold that hand, you can obtain the happiness and peace he desires.
In another room.
The light from the crystal ball illuminated everything.
Bai Shuo's chest emanated an eerie red glow, and his eyes beneath the mask were blood-red.
"By prying into a person's most painful memories, one can easily pull them into an illusion. No matter how powerful a person is, it is difficult for them to break free. Once trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves, they become like puppets, subject to the whims of others."
The Ghost King chuckled sinisterly.
"This man is prettier than any woman. I am the emperor of the Ghost Market. Just thinking about taming a powerful prince as a puppet is exhilarating."
Bai Shuo shook his head.
“This person cannot be made into a puppet for the time being. His fate is extremely peculiar and it will take some time. Otherwise, once he breaks free, neither you nor I will be able to withstand him.”
The Ghost King scoffed dismissively.
"This is the haunted building, my territory. Nobody here is free without my permission, including you!"
Bai Shuo bowed slightly.
"Yes, I am willing to pledge my loyalty. My suggestion is also for your sake, Ghost King. After some time, I will deplete his life force, and then you can make the puppet."
The Ghost King was very satisfied with his attitude.
"What about the other woman? Is that not allowed either?"
When Jiang Qingwan was mentioned, Bai Shuo's smile became chilling and terrifying.
"She will be yours tonight."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and spun the crystal ball.
The light and shadow illuminated Jiang Qingwan's exquisitely beautiful face.
Her face was filled with terror, as if some horrific scene had unfolded before her eyes.
Corpses lay strewn everywhere, stretching from our feet to the palace far, far away.
Fresh blood gathered into a trickle.
Embroidered shoes stained with pink, white and gold patterns.
Jiang Qingwan felt as if she had become a tiny girl, standing on the stone steps, crying her heart out.
"Father, Mother..."
The ear-piercing sound of clashing swords was accompanied by agonizing screams of pain.
Someone rushed toward her, covered in blood, their eyes filled with urgency and sorrow.
"Princess, I will protect you as you leave."
Who is... the little princess?
"The kingdom... is destroyed! Little princess, run! You must escape!"
The long sword slashed across the woman's flesh and blood, and warm liquid splashed onto her face.
She was terrified.
She wanted to escape, but her feet wouldn't budge.
It was as if countless hands were pulling her desperately toward hell.
Jiang Qingwan's mind was half clear and half confused at this moment.
She was acutely aware that something was wrong with the scene before her.
She must have entered an illusion.
But the other half of their thoughts were desperately searching for an answer.
No illusion can pull a person into it without a reason.
What exactly were those scenes she saw?
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