Li Wujiu was sensitive enough to notice the problem: "Don't the underworld have official uniforms?"
Xiaowan realized she had let something slip and tried to explain herself, but Kong Hanan coughed twice and changed the subject: "The clothes that ghosts wear are all underworld objects. We ghost catchers are all low-level, so we definitely don't have such good treatment. But Miss Xiaowan is willing to help, so we owe her a favor."
After saying that, he winked at Niu Da and Xiao Wan, and they nodded repeatedly.
Li Wujiu was skeptical and looked around: "Why is this Wrongful Death City so deserted? I don't see many ghosts?"
Kong Hanan sighed and said, "That's right, we need to work hard. Hell is empty, and the evil spirits are in the human world."
Li Wujiu nodded suddenly, "Your Excellency is right."
Finally, the trick was passed. Kong Hanan just breathed a sigh of relief when a cold wind suddenly blew.
"Is that you, Brother Kong? How did you find time to come to the City of the Dead? What kind of tribe is this Ghost King beside you from?"
The chief of the Ligeng tribe arrived at full speed.
He had heard from his son that the emperor's favorite had tricked a ghost king in the human world. How could he not come and see such a new thing?
Li Wujiu's face was filled with horror: "How come there is a Ghost King in the City of the Dead?!"
Kong Hanan was sweating profusely. Could you please curb your curiosity a little?
"Brother Li, this is... the Lord of the City of Wrongful Death, and also the Chief of the Ligeng Clan."
Kong Hanan is full of nonsense.
Although the patriarch of the Li Geng tribe is only at the Ghost King level, as the head of the tribe, he is still much stronger than Li Wujiu, the lonely ghost.
Li Wujiu was a little afraid and let the cold wind blow all over his body. He didn't dare to move and felt emotional. The underworld was indeed worthy of its reputation. In such a small city of wrongful death, there was a high-level ghost king in charge.
"Not bad, not bad, quite strong. With the help of this Ghost King, the Shura Clan..."
Before he could finish his words, the cold wind in the City of the Dead grew stronger and stronger, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. The wind was howling, and the undead spirits of Sindhu were so scared that they hid in the caves and trembled. Xiaowan also hurriedly pushed Niu Da out of the room and closed the doors and windows.
It was Li Mihai who saw that his father was about to do something bad, so he called on the tribesmen to come together and drag the tribe leader away.
This person hasn't even been lured in yet, and you're expecting him to fight for you?
Li Wujiu stood there in confusion for a while. When the wind died down, he asked, "What did the City Lord want to say just now? What Shura? Is the City of the Dead in danger?"
Kong Hanan felt like he had wiped sweat many times today. He wiped his forehead and said, "The Shura clan is warlike and is currently battling the Netherworld in an attempt to capture the City of the Dead. But don't worry, they're just a bunch of traitors. Sooner or later, we in the Netherworld will turn them from warriors into singers and dancers."
Li Wujiu just felt that Kong Hanan's words were one after another, and he nodded in confusion.
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