After searching on Baidu, the pale little face turned pale and blue.
But he still didn't understand. It was obvious that what the Ghost King needed most was the essence of living people, so why did this Ghost King not need it at all?
Instead, it demands...
"Okay, here's the address of the ancestral hall!"
After getting the address of the ancestral hall, Song Jiao turned into a black light and disappeared.
When she appeared again, she had already arrived at the Shen family's ancestral hall. A white-haired old lady was kneeling in the hall, pleading devoutly, begging the ghosts and gods to protect the Shen family.
So when she looked up and saw Song Jiao, she burst into tears of excitement.
Inside the ancestral hall, under the dim light, a group of ghosts were gathering together. They had different shapes, some had hideous faces, and some were eerie and weird.
When they saw Song Jiao appear, these ghosts began to whisper to each other, with disdainful and sarcastic smiles on their faces.
"Haha, look who this is? A female ghost without a name actually dares to become the ghost king of the Shen family?" A shrill voice laughed strangely.
"That's right, don't you see your own worth? The Shen Family Ancestral Hall is a place where we can allow her to run wild here?" Another burly voice echoed.
The little ghosts started to mock, as if they wanted to trample on Song Jiao's dignity.
However, Song Jiao stood there expressionlessly, as if she didn't hear the ridicule.
She slowly stretched out her right hand, and gently grasped it, and a long sword filled with ghostly energy appeared in her hand.
This long sword exudes a faint ghostly aura, and the sword body flashes with a cold light.
Song Jiao swung her sword lightly, and a sword energy cut through the air, slashing towards the little ghosts with a fierce momentum.
The little ghosts screamed in fear and ran away in all directions, but the sword energy was like a rainbow and arrived in an instant.
For a moment, the Shen family ancestral hall was filled with sword energy and the screams of the little ghosts came one after another.
With just one swing of the knife, all those arrogant little devils were reduced to ashes, without even a trace left.
Song Jiao put away her sword and looked coldly around at the other ghosts in the ancestral hall.
Those ghosts were all silent and dared not make any sound anymore.
They looked at Song Jiao in horror, as if they were looking at a devil.
"Remember, from now on, the Shen family will be under my protection. If anyone dares to disobey, they will be reduced to ashes." After Song Jiao finished speaking, she flicked her fingers and the entire Shen family ancestral hall was covered by her ghost fire.
Song Jiao gently lit the ghost lantern in the Shen family's ancestral hall.
As the lights lit up, a white barrier quietly appeared around the Shen family's villa, like a layer of mist, gently wrapping the entire villa, as if guarding this ancient family.
After finishing all this, Song Jiao turned around lightly and returned to school.
She stepped into the dormitory again, lay on the familiar hammock, and felt the unique tranquility and comfort of the dormitory.
At this time, Chen Bai was already able to communicate with her through thoughts, without the need for words, their minds could connect.
"Ghost King, thank you for your protection." Shen Bai's voice sounded in Song Jiao's mind, full of deep gratitude.
Song Jiao smiled faintly and responded with her mind, "Don't thank me. If you have anything to thank, thank you for this meal. In the Ghost Cultivator Selection Competition in a month, I want you to give it your all and take first place. Then, challenge Xia Li, and let the fate of the Ghost King be the stakes."
Isn't this the scene in the original plot where the male protagonist first pretends to be awesome but gets slapped in the face? Shouldn't he have been killed immediately?
Shen Bai was slightly taken aback, obviously a little surprised and worried about this request. "The selection competition is a gathering of ghost cultivation masters from all over the country. The Shen family has lost the protection of the Ghost King for ten years. It may be difficult for me to win the championship."
There was a hint of helplessness and confusion in his voice.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but he doesn’t have a ghost on him now, let alone a soul.
Although Xia Li has terminated all previous ghost contracts, there is still a Devouring Ghost General by his side, so it is still a bit difficult to find the Ghost General in a short time.
Song Jiao understood his concerns and comforted him softly, "Are you worried about the ghost general?"
She asked slowly while flipping through the books she had brought from the Shen family ancestral hall.
She saw the rules of the ghost cultivation competition and knew that the contestants needed to bring the ghosts they had signed contracts with.
Chen Bai nodded, agreeing with her guess, "Yes, I don't even have a ghost around me now, let alone a ghost general." A bitter smile appeared on his face.
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao just said "oh" softly and then disappeared into the dormitory.
In the blink of an eye, she returned to the dormitory with a group of ghost generals who looked extremely high-ranking. Each of these ghost generals was so majestic that they seemed to be able to shake the heavens and the earth.
The atmosphere in the dormitory suddenly became solemn. Li Zhao, who was not far away, glanced at these ghosts inadvertently. He could barely accept the existence of one or two ghosts before, but now the whole dormitory was occupied by ghosts. He could not bear this pressure, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
"Choose! Take whoever you like. The levels of these should be above the power of that little ghost. You can choose five ghosts." Song Jiao said lazily.
Shen Bai looked at the shocking scene in front of him in astonishment.
Although he came from a family of ghost cultivators, it was the first time he saw so many fierce ghost-level ghost generals.
Each ghost general exudes a powerful aura, enough to become the protection of the ghost king of a small family.
However, their faces all have some scars to a greater or lesser extent, as if telling of past battles and struggles.
At Song Jiao's signal, Chen Bai began to carefully select the ghost generals.
His eyes lingered on each ghost general, trying to find the most suitable partner for him.
In the end, he selected five ghost generals whose strengths and characteristics were in line with his.
After the selection was completed, Song Jiao waved her hand lightly, and the other unselected ghost generals instantly disappeared in the dormitory.
The five selected ghost generals stood respectfully in front of Shen Bai and asked to sign a contract with him.
During the contract signing process, these ghost generals would secretly glance at Song Jiao from time to time.
They were filled with awe and melancholy.
Just a while ago, they were enjoying a peaceful rest in their home, when suddenly a roar broke the silence.
They were chased and hacked like crazy, and finally all were gathered together and brought here.
Fortunately, they are ghosts. If they were humans, wouldn’t they be scared to death?
Song Jiao felt the ghost generals' vague gazes. She looked up at them and said calmly, "Why are you looking at me? There's something on my face." Her voice was calm but carried an unquestionable majesty.
Upon hearing this, the ghost generals immediately lowered their heads and dared not look at her again, secretly sighing in their hearts: This woman is too scary!
Just after signing the contract, Xia Li pushed the door open and walked in. When he saw the five top-grade soul elders, he immediately became jealous. "Chen Bai, where did you get those things? Why do they look like mine?"
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