60 You should bring him back and torture him to death!
Ghostland, Shura City.
Above the empty ghost palace, a few faint blue flames were burning.
The fire was dim, and could only slightly illuminate the man's clear and tough outline on the high platform in the middle.
The man sat cross-legged, with a thin red mark on his forehead, which made his whole resolute face look ghostly. He was
wearing a long black robe, with half of his hair tied in a crown and the other half scattered behind his body, covering the ground with the hem of his clothes.
The right sleeve fell down, empty, as if something was missing inside.
Suddenly, a faint blue flame turned into the figure of a young man, appearing in front of Guitong who was meditating with his eyes closed.
"Young Master." Gui Miao called the man in front of him.
But Gui Tong seemed not to hear anything and did not react at all.
Gui Miao did not care about his attitude, he tilted his head and smiled, showing his little tiger teeth, "Young Master's arm should have grown out a long time ago. I'm afraid it's not because you are too sad that you want to live with one arm for the rest of your life?"
The body of the ghost clan can recover, but it is also under the condition of conscious willingness.
If it is not willing, it will never recover.
Gui Tong was surrounded by cold air, and he was unwilling to even look at Gui Miao.
Gui Miao also knew that he was in a bad mood, but he still smiled.
He put his hands on his back again and circled around him again and again. As
he walked around, he said, "Don't be too sad. Your mission was not to fall in love with the enemy who destroyed your clan."
"Since he doesn't love you, why not turn your hatred into the motivation to destroy the world and kill all the people you hate? How about that?"
"Or... catch him and torture him severely. Isn't it better than you sitting here and sulking!"
Gui Miao no longer had the respect he had before for Gui Tong. The only thing left was the word "young master".
Gui Tong still didn't close his eyes, but finally spoke.
"Do you think the ghost tribe can really be revived?"
"Oh?" Gui Miao stopped his circling steps, propped up the platform with one hand, and sat on it. He approached Gui Tong and said, "What does the young master think?"
Gui Tong suddenly opened his blood-red eyes, reflecting the blue firelight, and looked at Gui Miao's face close at hand.
Gui Miao was laughing, and naturally, he also pulled a little mocking corner of his mouth.
"The Ghost King was killed by the Immortal Lord of the Upper Realm a long time ago, and his soul and body were destroyed. Even if he gave birth to me before he died, I am not him."
The ghost tribe has no fertility, and Gui Tong is not a young master in the true sense.
He is just a successor created by the Ghost King.
"Of course I know you don't want to be him." Gui Miao replied in agreement: "Otherwise, you wouldn't have escaped from the ghost clan when you were young, and would rather be adopted by mortals and be an ordinary person."
Gui Tong really just wanted to live his life as an ordinary person at first.
But the people around him rejected his blood-red eyes, and later it was the appearance of Ji Chen who saved him from the discrimination of mortals.
He also planned to keep his identity hidden and follow Ji Chen.
As for the ghost clan, they did send people out to look for the young master, and left poison barriers wherever they passed.
They even created the current Jiulu City.
Gui Miao went on, "Although the Ghost King is dead and you have escaped, the ghosts can still capture some humans for enjoyment and live a lazy life. But that man insisted on taking up his sword and rushing into Shura City to wipe out our entire clan."
"He didn't kill me at the time, so after he died, I gathered my fellow tribesmen who were still alive like me, and wanted to destroy the place where he had practiced."
"But those few remaining ghost descendants were later killed by you."
"You didn't want to return to the ghost clan at all, and you even went to Jiuli City and became the Demon Lord... But returning to the ghost clan is your mission and your destiny, you can't escape it."
Gui Miao said these words, and his palms slowly spread out in front of Guitong.
"Young Master, the ghost king's residual soul power is still there."
"Those ghosts you saw in the secret realm before were all created by me with the ghost king's residual soul - the new ghost clan."
"And the earliest batch of original ghosts died... only you and I are left. As
soon as Gui Miao finished speaking, a strange light slowly emerged from the palm of his hand, which was originally empty.
As the light gradually grew stronger, a blood-red lotus suddenly bloomed in the palm of his hand!
This lotus seemed to have life, and the petals trembled slightly. Each petal seemed to be stained with blood, bright and tempting, and
the blood-red light flowed from the heart of the lotus. The blood-red
pupils of Ghost Eye and the blood lotus in Ghost Miao's palm complement each other.
He stared deeply at the blood lotus in front of him, and always felt that there was a voice in it, calling him.
The voice was too soft and he couldn't hear it clearly.
But soon, the voice floated up with the blood lotus, condensed into a thin spiritual light, and penetrated into his body.
The voice immediately became clear.
"What are you still hesitating about? He treated you like that, you should catch him back and torture him to death!"
"Don't be silly, he never had you in his heart, you are just a pawn for him to control the ghost clan! "
"Come back, my son, return to the ghost clan, conquer the world for your father, and trample everyone under your feet, including the person who once hurt you so badly!"
"Kill him! Kill them! Kill everyone!!!"
"As long as you can abandon the obsession in your heart, you will be--"
"The new Ghost King!"