However, before this idea could be implemented, the last servant sent out finally returned with a positive answer -
"Sir, people have fallen to the ground. We succeeded!"
"really?!"
This is really great. Since the person has been knocked down, this method is no longer necessary. The city lord smiled grimly and immediately released a black smoke signal to summon the ghosts hiding in the city lord's mansion.
Suddenly, a strange wind blew in the air, and then some eerie ghosts with smoke on their lower bodies and no faces gathered here one after another. The young servant had already lowered his head and stepped aside, as if nothing had happened.
Just when the city lord thought that these ghost soldiers would go and devour the group of immortals, he suddenly saw a huge black hand suddenly grab the little servant's neck, and the sharp and terrifying fingers went straight into his throat. After the little servant let out a panicked and miserable wail, he was no longer able to struggle and hung in the hand of the ghost soldier.
Then all that could be heard was the gurgling sound of blood flowing in the air, which seemed particularly creepy in the silent environment.
At the same time, the originally fair-faced young servant's face suddenly turned blue and purple, as if he had been poisoned. His face suddenly collapsed, and his eyes gradually shrank and his eye sockets became sunken, as if his brain had been sucked out alive. He looked extremely terrifying!
These ghost soldiers actually killed his right-hand man!
The city lord seemed a little unhappy, and he didn't know where he got the strength from, but his face turned livid and he started to scold.
"What are you doing?! Who allowed you to kill my people at will? If I—"
His throat suddenly choked, and he felt a gust of evil wind blowing past his eyes, and then his neck was clamped tightly by a huge black hand that did not look like a human.
The city lord, hanging in the air with his toes off the ground, suddenly lost his sense of security. His pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes turned towards the group of ghost soldiers with a look of fear...
"How dare you! What are you...what are you going to do...The Ghost King...The Ghost King...will never let you...attack me..."
His throat was being strangled and his face flushed due to lack of oxygen. The feeling of being on the verge of suffocation was not pleasant. He angrily and fearfully called out the name of the Ghost King, but his trembling voice was intermittent and did not sound very intimidating.
The ghost soldier in front of him was obviously unaffected. He moved his sharp fingertips as if he was deaf and dumb. The cold and sharp touch rubbed back and forth on the city lord's old and fat neck, as if looking for the best position.
It was neither hurried nor slow, but it scared the city lord enough. Every time the cold and sharp touch touched him, he couldn't help but shiver.
He couldn't help but wonder if the Ghost King suspected him and planned to silence him?
Fortunately, this idea was not true. There was no visible facial features in front of him, only a ghost soldier shrouded in black mist. He moved closer and smelled it, and the breath with terrifying murderous aura gradually approached him.
Just when he thought he would die here today, the other party seemed to have finally confirmed something and loosened his grip.
The city lord's round and old body fell straight to the ground with a "bang".
Although the city lord was unhappy, that little bit of pitiful anger could not withstand the fear of death. After standing up tremblingly, he watched helplessly as the servants in the room were sucked dry one by one. After the ghost soldiers' rampant hunting, the entire hall was empty with only dried corpses left.
It was good that the Ghost King didn't want to kill him. It was just some insignificant people who died. As for his subordinates, he could just train a few more.
The city lord looked at the reckless beasts with lingering fear, his heart aching with hatred, but he still had to find a way to make excuses for himself and the Ghost King. He couldn't lose the Ghost King's protection, and Juancheng couldn't lose the protection of the ghost clan either. He just considered it the price of peace.
......
Other courtyards——
Before nightfall, the sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds covered the sky, and gloomy haze appeared. Gusts of cold wind blew open the closed doors and windows, making strange and creepy "creaking" sounds.
Outside the window, dark shadows could be vaguely seen in the air, appearing and disappearing suddenly. The entire City Lord's Mansion looked eerie and particularly terrifying. For a moment, everyone noticed something unusual.
"Oh no! People!"
The group of people who were waiting for the city lord to fall into the trap suddenly changed their expressions, drew their swords and rushed out without saying a word!
They also didn't expect that the city lord was so crazy that he wanted to kill everyone in his mansion!
They had clearly been 'poisoned' and had 'lost' their ability to fight, and were just waiting for him to send people to harvest and strangle them, so how could so many ghosts suddenly erupt, allowing them to slaughter everyone in the mansion?!
Is this desperate behavior going to lead to death with them?
Without time to think, Bai Yumo quickly contacted Long Aojun and Yan Qingli, who were far away at the inn, and asked them to suspend their plan to protect the people. She and An Lanjun killed the ghosts all the way to the city lord's residence and captured the culprit!
Ling Wangqing was the strongest, so he stayed behind and took the villa where Wuyou was as the center, and carried out a crushing killing attack to eliminate the ghost soldiers in all directions.
Logically speaking, Shen Wuyou should be the safest one among all people, but as luck would have it, Ling Wangqing has a strong hostility towards her, so under this "protection", only Shen Wuyou is lying there unconsciously waiting for the arrival of death.
Outside the villa, under Ling Wangqing's extremely cold spiritual fire attack, almost all the ghosts that appeared to cause trouble were burned to ashes in an instant. As for the remaining ghost soldiers hidden in the air, he only needed to put in a little effort to wipe them out.
But he didn't. After dealing with all the ghosts running around outside the villa, he did not return to the villa. Instead, he tiptoed and proudly stood on the roof opposite the villa, looking indifferently and ruthlessly at the ghost soldiers below who had escaped death and hid in the villa.
Perhaps it was frightened by Ling Wangqing's abnormal strength. Even though there was a weak woman with a rosy face sleeping soundly in front of it, it did not dare to act rashly. Instead, it hid carefully around the bed and secretly spied on the person on the bed.
After an unknown amount of time, seeing the beauty on the couch still soundly asleep with even breathing, it lowered its guard slightly, quietly appeared, and slowly floated to the window of Shenwuyou. It approached and sniffed her from head to toe...
I don't know what it was sensing, but it was so close that even the black smoke lingering around it would gently brush against the thin mattress covering her.
The person on the bed was still sleeping soundly, but the ghost soldier's claws had already quietly stretched out. The sharp ghost claws with a sinister cold light were suddenly raised high and aimed at Shen Wuyou's white and tender neck.
It is not difficult to imagine what kind of devastation would happen to Shen Wuyou if this claw hit her neck.
The moment you wake up from your sleep, you will be sucked dry of your blood and essence, and watch yourself turn into a withered, shriveled corpse with panicked and horrified eyes, but you can do nothing but despair...
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