Now, suddenly being told that some ghosts are good and that she cast the wrong spell is such a huge change that it's hard for her to accept.
She closed her eyes and said weakly, "Wenmo, what do you want? Do you want to kill me? If you kill me, you and I will be no different! I kill ghosts, you kill people, we are no different, it's just the pot calling the kettle black, you have no right to judge me."
"Hmm?" Linghu Lan thought about what she said seriously and actually found it to be quite reasonable. She couldn't help but give Luo Ran'er a thumbs up for her wit. "You're right. In that case, there is someone who is certainly qualified to evaluate you."
Linghu Lan glanced at Ming Hong, walked to his side, stood on tiptoe, and intended to whisper something in his ear.
Ming Hong glanced at Linghu Lan's height, then reached out and picked her up, effortlessly bringing her mouth to his ear. "Now speak!"
Linghu Lan: "..."
I……
I want to be alone. Don't ask me who Jingjing is.
Ming Hong's eyes were full of laughter, extremely satisfied with Linghu Lan's lifeless expression. He tightened his grip on Linghu Lan and asked, "What? Nothing to say to me?"
Linghu Lan was inwardly heartbroken. Wen Mo wasn't short, but compared to Ming Hong's height, he had absolutely no advantage. She couldn't help but rub her forehead, "I have something to say."
She whispered two words in Ming Hong's ear, and Ming Hong nodded, put Linghu Lan down, and waved his hand.
A plume of black mist quickly filled the room, and a sinister door loomed in and out of view within it.
Luo Ran'er stared wide-eyed in surprise. She saw countless ghosts walking back and forth by the gate of hell, looking at her with their lifeless eyes and extending their pale fingers towards her.
"I died a terrible death!"
"Help me!"
"Please kill them, let them get what they deserve."
Luo Ran'er hugged herself tightly in fear and couldn't help but scream.
Suddenly, a clear voice rang in her ear. "Are you alright?"
Luo Ran'er still hugged herself tightly, not daring to look up.
She had heard that some ghosts would pretend to be gentle and kind to deceive people. When you actually looked up, you would see an extremely ugly ghost face. Those ghosts would scare people to death and then find a substitute so they could go to the afterlife.
The voice chuckled patiently, "Look up at me. Do I look scary?"
Luo Ran'er buried her head even deeper.
The voice said helplessly, "I am Ku Xi, look at me with your eyes!"
Kushi!
Luo Ran'er looked up as if possessed, and saw a smiling face, with delicate features and a generous expression.
Ku Xi smiled at Luo Ran'er, then ignored her and bowed to Ming Hong: "Ku Xi greets the Ghost King."
She then said to Linghu Lan, "Wenmo, I am your number one fan. I've been waiting for your updates for so long that the flowers are almost withered."
Linghu Lan: "..."
She couldn't help but facepalm. "You can see updates even underground?"
"Yes! Your books are sold at the ghost market, I've bought them all. Your recent updates haven't been very good!"
renew?
Hehe, hehe!
Linghu Lan glanced at Ming Hong. "Does the Ghost Market have authorization to sell my books? Can I get a cut of the profits?"
Ming Hong: "Whether or not I get a commission, and how much, depends on whether or not you and I get married."
twenty three
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