Chapter 437: My First Love
When the Ghost King of Qiu Bu De Domain heard the voice of the Ghost Lord, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.
The small courtyard of the Zhu family house has been turned into a farmland. The green paddy fields are spread out like a scroll painting. The young seedlings are trying hard to grow taller, and the crops are growing well.
The first thing the Ghost King saw was the scarecrow stuck in the ground.
The scarecrow's limbs were made of straw and it wore a tattered long gown. When the wind blew, the sleeves fluttered, making it look like a real person from a distance. It was used to drive away birds that stole food.
The Ghost King didn't dare to look a second time.
Because the head stuck on the scarecrow's neck was the head of the demon Jing Zhui.
Jing Zhui probably never imagined that the head he was so eager to retrieve was casually placed in the ghost lord's farmland, and he had to do the humiliating farming task every day.
The Ghost King wanted to cry. How could he be so unlucky to meet Jing Zhui?
Zhu Chuideng's calves were stuck in the rice field as he drove the old ox to plow the land, feeling confused while working.
He had been inexplicably feeling very happy lately, with his chest filled with feather-like happiness, as if if he could just poke a hole in his heart, his whole body would float away.
He would toss and turn in the middle of the night, especially in recent days...
I actually have unspeakable thoughts about women.
Behavior also gradually develops in an unreasonable direction.
When he was drying the old rice, he was distracted for some reason. When he came back to his senses, he saw him using the rake used to protect the rice from the sun to write the word "Aunt" on the rice pile.
It's totally incomprehensible.
Thousands of years ago, he had a relative with this title, but the other party was often short of food and clothing and treated him harshly. Their relationship was not good and it was definitely not up to the standard of occasionally reminiscing about the other party.
Zhu Chuideng thought to himself that his excited mood was just like a young boy meeting a girl he liked for the first time.
impossible.
He had never liked any girl, so how could he go back to his first love when he was old enough?
Zhu Chuideng was amused by his own ridiculous idea.
He drove the cow ashore, jumped into the small river beside the rice field, bent down to wash his hands with the river water and rinse off the mud on his feet, then walked up to the Ghost King.
His short shirt was open, and sweat dripped down his honey-colored muscles. His arms and chest bulged with strong muscles, each of which was full of strength.
The ghost world's artificial sun could use magic to adjust the temperature, but he didn't. He preferred to live like he was alive, sweating in the scorching summer, adding layers of clothing in the harsh winter, experiencing the four seasons of life.
He picked up the towel around his neck and wiped the sweat from his face.
The Ghost King didn't dare to raise his head, with his hands hanging down, and answered Zhu Chuideng's questions respectfully.
"The ghost prison has recently held a new prisoner."
"I have already consulted you on this matter. A while ago, I activated the Yellow Springs Crossing formation to fight against the Holy Son Jiaying, and successfully sent him to the Ghost Prison."
Zhu Chuideng didn't care. The younger generation of the gods were too rude. They killed a ghost king from the ghost realm, so it was fair to exchange him for their holy son.
A wave of sweetness suddenly surged in Zhu Chuideng's heart.
He frowned and couldn't help but change the subject temporarily to confirm with the Ghost King.
"Is frequent hallucination one of the symptoms of the ghost tribe's impending demise?"
After hearing this, the Ghost King's body shook even more violently, and the tall white paper hat on his head also shook, looking very funny.
If ghosts had tears, he would have cried long ago.
Why was the Ghost Master suddenly discussing his limited time with him? What was he hinting at? Did he already know he had second thoughts?
The Ghost King replied tremblingly, "My Lord's fortune is prosperous and will surely last for thousands of years."
Zhu Chuideng hated the slick words of the monks in the human world the most: "I don't like your roundabout way of speaking. If you say yes, you should answer yes. If you say no, you should answer no."
The Ghost King tugged at his sleeve tightly: "Yes."
Zhu Chuideng: "Oh? My life is almost over?"
The Ghost King heard his tone was wrong and immediately changed his words, "No."
Zhu Chuideng: "Is it true or not?"
The Ghost King stuttered, "Yes and no."
Zhu Chuideng was silent for a few breaths and got back to business.
"Think again, besides the Holy Son Jiaying, is there anyone else who has entered the Ghost Prison?"
The Ghost King replied, "There is another beauty."
Zhu Chuideng asked curiously, "What beauty?"
"It's, it's a honey trap set by my subordinates..."
Seeing that the Ghost King was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly, Zhu Chuideng didn't have much patience. He simply raised his hand and grabbed the Ghost King's head lightly, and directly brought out his memories.
The Ghost King screamed and collapsed to the ground.
A large ball of black mist appeared in Zhu Chuideng's palm.
The black mist spun rapidly in Zhu Chuideng's palm, and the Ghost King's memories, scene after scene, unfolded before him like a kaleidoscope.
Zhu Chuideng first saw Ye Xiaoman in the memory of the Ghost King's Beauty Trap.
He put on a smile and said to himself, "I've seen this little girl before."
He has been using the method taught by Ye Xiaoman and has been very successful in farming recently. In the past, the rice seedlings would die as soon as they sprouted, but now they can grow healthily. He also wanted to find her and give her some rewards.
The Ghost King's memory fast-forwards to Jing Zhui's appearance.
Zhu Chuideng was surprised to see his archenemy.
Jing Zhui has only been suppressed for a thousand years, but now he can jump out again, and the world is about to fall into turmoil.
He revealed a nostalgic expression, "Jing Zhui has been resurrected."
He turned to look at the Ghost King, "You waited until today to report the important news of Jing Zhui's resurrection?"
"Your subordinate...your subordinate..."
Zhu Chuideng was secretly angry: "Waste."
He was very dissatisfied with the performance of the Ghost King of Qiu Bu De Domain.
After mobilizing a large army to fight against Jiaying alone, they were only able to win by a narrow margin.
Jing Zhui was so scared that he pissed himself to death when just a wisp of his soul appeared.
Zhu Chuideng asked, "How is Heishi now?"
The Ghost King replied in a low voice: "I don't know."
He hurriedly explained that it would take some time for Jiaying to be made into a monk's bead, and that he had been severely injured by Jing Zhui and was unable to open the formation to check on the situation. Furthermore, he did not have permission to approach Black Island.
Zhu Chuideng's expression became more and more solemn.
Beneath the Black Island lies his obsession with the past. Jing Zhui is the only person in the world who knows the secret of the Black Water Red Flower.
According to common sense, Jing Zhui would not be able to find the location of the Black Island in the vast sea of blood unless he had 10,000% luck.
What if Jing Zhui found Hei Dao, what if Jing Zhui got his obsession.
His most important treasure was buried in his obsession. If his treasure fell into Jing Zhui's hands...
The consequences are unimaginable!
Zhu Chuideng rarely gets so angry.
"Idiot, you've ruined my big plan, and you've ruined the ghost world."
He crushed the black mist in his hands, completely destroying the Ghost King's obsession and memory.
Unable to obtain the Domain Ghost King, he perished.
In just a few months, the ghost realm lost two ghost kings one after another, leaving only eight of the ten ghost kings, which caused an uproar in the ghost world.
There is no time to deal with the lamp.
He took out the map of the ghost realm. He was the number one landlord in the ghost world. Everything on the map, including all minerals, regular lands, seas of blood and land, and places where evil spirits bred, were his deeds.
He clicked on Huangquan Ferry on the map, and the flat map unfolded layer by layer, rising from the ground, and the surging sea of blood appeared vividly before his eyes.
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