Luo Ran'er's expression changed. She looked at Linghu Lan in disbelief, as if trying to figure out if Linghu Lan knew something.
However, besides composure, Linghu Lan's face also showed extreme confidence, making it impossible for her to discern anything.
Luo Ran'er was somewhat annoyed. She pulled out a dagger from her body and said coldly, "I used to wonder if you were innocent. It seems I was wrong. If you want to write ghost stories, you can write them slowly in the underworld."
As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Ran'er led the charge towards Linghu Lan, thrusting a dagger straight at her. The others followed suit, surrounding Linghu Lan from all sides.
As Luo Ran'er's dagger pierced through, Linghu Lan moved slightly and quickly dodged it, her fingers curling slightly as she sent out thunder talismans one by one.
Luo Ran'er panicked and hurriedly called out, "Don't let her bend her fingers."
The old Taoist priest didn't understand, but he cooperated by attacking Linghu Lan's arm. Linghu Lan felt a gust of cold wind hit her face, and she was slightly out of breath. She turned her head to dodge it.
Just as she was about to retaliate, a chilling aura swept over her from behind. Before she could react, she saw several Taoist priests who had rushed over being sent flying backward, entangled in wisps of black energy.
A vortex appeared behind Linghu Lan, seemingly connecting to the underworld, and a tall man's shadow appeared behind her.
Chunyu Xunfeng's expression changed instantly. At this moment, in everyone's eyes, Linghu Lan, with her beautiful face, was actually the shadow of a ghost king, looking extremely strange and powerful.
The old Taoist priest, beset by yin energy, hurriedly cast exorcism spells, only to discover to his astonishment that the ghostly energy binding them was far beyond their control. A wave of panic washed over him; they were doomed. This girl was no ordinary person. "Xunfeng, hurry, go back to the patriarch..."
Before he could finish speaking, Chunyu Xunfeng was already entangled in ghostly energy and struggling desperately.
Even more strangely, dark clouds were rolling in from the sky, with bolts of thunder rumbling within them, seemingly searching for their target. The old Taoist priest instinctively felt that the thunder was looking for them…
Sure enough, the moment the lightning struck, the ghostly aura binding them vanished, and the lightning struck them with perfect precision...
Linghu Lan smiled and said, "Old man, how's my skill of striking the old Taoist priest with lightning going?"
The old Taoist priest had no answer. It was the first time in his life he'd been struck by lightning; it really hurt...
Linghu Lan turned around and looked at the Ghost King in the vortex behind her, "Ming Hong?"
The other side of the vortex was silent, but Linghu Lan felt something rapidly passing through it. She waited quietly for a while, and then saw a black dot fly out of the vortex and land on her forehead with a "smack!"
Linghu Lan: "..."
She reached out and touched it; it felt cool between her brows, the surface still smooth, yet she sensed something was different. "What is this?"
The Ghost King on the other side of the vortex didn't react, but a voice came from between Linghu Lan's brows into her mind: "Zhang!"
"???" Linghu Lan was internally devastated. "Just because I stamped it, does that mean I'm yours?"
"She is the Ghost King's bride."
Linghu Lan: "..." Forgive me for being blunt, but your straightforward and blatant way of flirting, which skips all the intermediate steps, will get you killed, I'm telling you.
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