Chapter 707: The Ghost King's Dream
Gong Mengbi did not threaten him with himself, but started from the devil and the devil concubine, and finally made him waver.
The situation was hopeless, and all struggles were futile. The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe's own schemes were coerced by the Five Divine Powers, and along with their cause, they collapsed.
At this point, if he continued to be stubborn, he would only bring trouble upon himself. Although he himself was not afraid of punishment, the devil's concubine could not possibly endure such torture.
Thinking of this, the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe asked, "What message do you want to bring?"
There was no need to ask who the message was for, because the only ones who needed him to deliver the message at this time were the Ghost Concubine and the Ghost Demon.
Gong Mengbi said, "Send a few words to your beloved concubine."
A wisp of incense shot straight into the sky, and the entire cell was shrouded in mist.
Gong Mengbi placed the small golden incense burner in front of the Ghost King of the Juliu Tribe. The Ghost King of the Juliu Tribe smelled the fragrance, and his spirits were lifted, and his expression relaxed a little.
"Mrs. Yan——"
He called out in a long voice, and the sound was transmitted layer by layer in the fog, as if it passed through the void and spanned the world of yin and yang.
The little ghost in the clay jar in the corner of the cell was also calling out, and the ghost language of the ghost king of the Juliu tribe overlapped with each other.
"Mrs. Yan——"
Gong Mengbi squinted his eyes and watched the fragrance from the small golden stove slowly flowing. He built a dream through the connection between the Ghost King and the Ghost Concubine of the Juliu tribe.
Prince Wu's Palace.
The candlelight in Madam Chen's bedroom flickered without wind. Madam Chen, who was sleeping peacefully, had her eyes trembling as she sank into a dream.
In the dream, the poor deceased husband was hacked apart by swords and axes, entangled in chains, and with spikes piercing his bones. He said in a worried voice: "Yan Niang, I have been captured by the Yue family. My sins are heavy, and the torture is hard to bear. It is painful."
Madam Chen trembled all over. She looked at the body of the Juliu Tribe Ghost King, tears streaming down her face. She reached out and stroked his greenish body, saying, "My king, what should I do? What should I do?"
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe could not move, but looked at her tenderly and said, "I am not afraid of being tortured, but I am afraid that I will cause you to suffer the same calamity after your death."
Madam Chen was so frightened that she trembled and cried, "Your Majesty! Please save me!"
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe said, "I cannot save you. You must accumulate merit to save yourself. Right now, the immortals of the Yue Mansion wish to eliminate the Five Elements and need your assistance. Do not refuse."
Madam Chen shook her head and said, "I dare not refuse."
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe said, "You enjoy the prosperity and wealth of the human world, but you must not be greedy for worldly things and lose sight of the important things."
"For us, death is not the end, but the beginning."
The dream shattered, and Mrs. Chen suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath as if drowning. She stretched out her hand again and felt tears on her face.
She was lost in thought and sighed, "My king, my king, are you here to find me? Are you really here to find me?"
She put on a piece of clothing and got off the bed. She went to the dressing table and took out a gold pendant from the interlayer. The pendant was as round as a ball. She held it in her hand, and there was an indescribable thought in her eyes.
The dream seemed to be still before her eyes, yet it seemed to have already faded away. Madam Chen gathered her thoughts and thought to herself, "If any immortals or gods come here, I will definitely ask them to show mercy to you."
Meanwhile, in Yue Mansion, the immortal had already put away the small golden furnace and said, "I didn't expect the Ghost King to be such a romantic."
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe shook his head and said, "Why are you teasing me, Sky Fox?"
After a pause, he asked again: "Why didn't you send a dream to my son, but to Yan Niang?"
Gong Mengbi looked at the Ghost King of Juliu tribe in surprise and said, "He is now the third son of the King of Wu and the Prince of Linchuan. How can you, a prisoner of the Yue Mansion, persuade him?"
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe was stunned for a moment and said, "My son once asked the Five-Directions God and the Great Immortal Jinting to come and rescue me from the Netherworld Mist. It's obvious that he cares about the father-son relationship. How could he not be persuaded?"
Gong Mengbi said with a hint of meaning, "The ghost boy was reborn into the human world. Although he is the spirit conceived by you and the Ghost Concubine, he is the flesh and blood of the King of Wu. He has never been to the underworld, so how can he know the power of the Yue Mansion?"
The Ghost King of the Juliu Tribe had already vaguely understood something, and he sighed and said, "Please show mercy to him."
Gong Mengbi laughed and said, "It's not that I showed mercy to his men, it's that he showed no mercy to me."
He squatted in the corner and looked at the small jars stacked up one on top of the other. He picked one up at random and said, "Dapan, I'll take one away as a keepsake."
Liu Dapan waved his hand and said, "Take it away, but be careful not to lose it. After all, this is a little ghost created by the Ghost King's magical power. It is still a ghost, and it also has some of the Ghost King's spiritual thoughts."
Gong Mengbi glanced at the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe and said, "He is a smart man."
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe closed his eyes and didn't want to pay attention to them.
Liu Dapan stepped forward and pulled out the soul-suppressing nail from the forehead of the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe. The Ghost King's eyes bulged out, and before he could even scream, it was as if his soul had been taken away. He drooped his head and fell into a deep sleep.
Gong Mengbi praised: "What a wonderful design."
Liu Dapan was a bit proud and said, "If these guys are not kept under strict supervision, it will be a disaster if they slip away."
Gong Mengbi said, "The burden of being a judge is very heavy."
Liu Dapan said, "I am naturally enjoying it."
The two looked at each other and laughed.
After resigning from Liu Dapan, Gong Mengbi discussed the future development of Ximashan with Yu He. He transformed into Ma Qingji's appearance again and woke up from the quiet room in the Owl Pavilion.
Ma Qingji stretched out his hand and gently tapped the Peach Branch Ghost Sword, and the evil ghosts and spirits in the room roared into the Peach Branch.
He sat on the cloud bed and opened the clay jar he brought out from Yue Mansion. He saw a little ghost as thin as a stick lying in the clay jar.
When the talisman on the lid was removed, the little ghost opened his eyes and looked at Ma Qingji, then suddenly turned into a cold wind and pounced on Ma Qingji, biting his neck.
Ma Qingji stretched out his hand and caught the little devil, then touched his forehead, leaving a mark of a bright moon.
The little ghost immediately became respectful and prostrated himself before Ma Qingji, saying, "Master Immortal."
Ma Qingji asked, "Are you a fat ghost?"
The little ghost said, "It is the little ghost."
Fat ghosts are caused by an excess of vital energy, which can disrupt balance. However, they are most commonly used as backup firewood, storing excess vital energy in the fat ghost for emergency use.
When the Great Immortal Jin Ting went to rescue the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe, the Ghost King transformed the fat ghost into an oil lamp, burning the divine fire of King Tongji.
It was precisely because of their previous contact and fate that Gong Mengbi chose him as a token of his love and took him out of Yue Mansion.
But the fat ghost couldn't recognize him.
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