The male protagonist's figure has disappeared in the school, and Song Jiao lightly threw out a clone in the school, and quietly followed the male protagonist again.
However, this time, Hongyi did not follow Xia Li back to his residence as usual, but chose to stay in school.
Having lost Xia Lilinghai's position, Hongyi seemed a little at a loss.
She began to wander around, and when the ghosts that were lurking in the dark saw her, they fled in panic as if they had seen something terrible.
They were filled with confusion: When did two ghost kings appear in this area?
Hongyi's curiosity drove her to find out more about Song Jiao.
However, when she just walked to the door of the mysterious villa, a powerful suction force suddenly emerged and instantly sucked her into the villa.
As soon as he entered the villa, Hongyi felt a strong ghostly aura all around.
These ghostly auras were like dark tentacles, rushing towards her frantically from all directions and forcing themselves into her body.
Hongyi tried to stand up and escape from this strange place, but she found that as long as she got a little closer to the door, she would be bounced back by an invisible force.
At this moment, Hongyi finally realized that this was an elaborate trap.
At this moment, Song Jiao's clone suddenly switched back to her original form. She looked at Hong Yi coldly, with a weird smile on her lips.
"You devour the ghost energy and become the Ghost King. What do you think will be the outcome for you?" Her voice was cold and cruel, as if she was declaring the fate of the man in red.
Hongyi finally felt fear and began to struggle desperately, "Why do you treat me like this? I have no grudge against you! Why?" Her voice was full of despair and confusion.
Song Jiao stood behind the sofa, her hands gently pressing on the shoulders of the woman in red.
Her eyes were deep and cold. "No grudges? What would you do if I wasn't stronger than you? You should have known my identity a long time ago, right?"
There was endless chill in her tone.
Hongyi felt a panic in her heart. She had indeed recognized Song Jiao's identity a long time ago - the eldest daughter of the Zhu family in the underworld. The power of this family made her afraid. Even though she was the King of Ghosts, she did not dare to provoke them easily.
"What on earth do you want to do?" There was a hint of trembling in Hongyi's voice. She really couldn't understand why she ended up in such a situation when she had clearly not offended Song Jiao.
Song Jiao chuckled, a hint of teasing in her eyes. "Nothing to do, just stay here. I just want to see how those upright people from the Xuanmen will react. Will they come looking for you first, or will the people from the underworld come to take you away first?"
After saying that, she clicked her tongue, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
At the same time, the male protagonist was drowsy on the bus.
He struggled hard to avoid falling into a dream, but every time he was about to fall into a dream, he would feel a strong drowsiness coming over him, forcing him to wake up.
However, after a night of exhaustion, his energy and spirit were almost gone, and sleepiness came like a tide, making him unable to resist.
Finally, in the next second, he fell into the dream again.
Unlike previous nightmares, this time he was not taken to hell on earth or subjected to various tortures.
Instead, he was surrounded by a group of beautiful women, whose smiles were as bright as flowers, making him feel unprecedented warmth and comfort.
Those beautiful women approached Xia Li one by one, their smiles suddenly froze, and then their laughter stopped abruptly.
Xia Li watched in horror as they opened their bloody mouths, their sharp teeth flashing coldly, and then began to bite off his flesh.
He could clearly feel the pain of every bite, and the blood flowed through the wound, taking away the warmth of his body.
Xia Li tried desperately to wake up, but the dream seemed to have a strong suction force that trapped him tightly.
He struggled and shouted, but to no avail.
This helplessness and despair is more unbearable than physical pain.
Finally, the bus driver's call penetrated the fog of dreams and woke Xia Li from the nightmare.
He suddenly opened his eyes and broke out in a cold sweat. Seeing the familiar surroundings, Xia Li jumped off the bus as if he had been reborn and ran all the way home.
Song Jiao followed behind him not too far away, keeping a certain distance, and observed him silently.
When Xia Li ran to the dilapidated old house at the southernmost end of the village, a white-haired old lady was standing at the door.
She had a gloomy face and as soon as she saw Xia Li, she pulled him straight into the house.
"Why is your Yang Qi so weak? It's almost gone?" the old lady asked sternly. "Have you consummated your marriage with Hongyi? Didn't I tell you it's not possible now?"
Xia Li hurriedly explained, "Grandma, I didn't! I didn't do anything. Recently, a ghost king who is more powerful than Hong Yi has been haunting me. I haven't dared to sleep since last night."
His tone was full of fear and helplessness, and he was obviously exhausted by the torture of this new Ghost King.
At this moment, Song Jiao sat quietly on the empty chair next to her, like a bystander, quietly admiring the interaction between Xia Li and Grandma Xia.
Isn't the point of watching a show live? She wanted to see what kind of trouble these two could cause.
Grandma Xia's expression suddenly became serious. "Is he more powerful than the one in red?"
she asked confusedly, clearly shocked by the news.
In the Ghost Records, Hongyi is already a fairly high-level ghost king. How could there be someone more powerful than her?
"Let me help you take a look!" Grandma Xia's expression became nervous. Suddenly, a yellow talisman appeared in her hand and was quickly stuck on Xia Li's forehead.
This yellow talisman seemed to carry mysterious power and began to flicker with a faint light.
"Who is this Ghost King? If my grandson has done anything to annoy you, I, an old woman, am here to apologize to you." There was a hint of awe and pleading in Grandma Xia's tone, and it was obvious that she was highly wary of this unknown Ghost King.
"The child is young and doesn't understand." Grandma Xia added, as if to excuse Xia Li.
However, this time the situation is somewhat different.
In the past, such yellow talismans would often be easily blown away by the Ghost King, but this time, the yellow talisman remained motionless on Xia Li's forehead, as if firmly fixed by some mysterious force.
This phenomenon made Grandma Xia's face even paler.
Song Jiao raised her hand and waved it vigorously, and everything in the Xia family's ancestral hall was blown away by a powerful force.
Xia Li's body turned uncontrollably, walked out the door, and headed towards the toilet.
"Grandma, I can't control myself at all."
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