Chapter 599: Capture
The ghost kings were collectively silent for a moment.
Ye Xiaoman was very cunning. During this period, they invested a lot of resources and arrested many people, but still couldn't find her.
Dou Xian changed his previous practice of asking for exorbitant prices for information and directly passed Ye Xiaoman's specific address to the ghost kings.
The Ghost Kings were well aware of Dou Xian's mean nature. The most cautious Ghost King among them, who did not want to be near him, asked Dou Xian directly, "Is it Ye Xiaoman who made you so weak?"
The ghost kings all looked stern.
Given Ye Xiaoman's weakness, it was pure fantasy for her to be able to poach the Ghost Lord's Taotie beast. They tended to speculate that Ye Xiaoman had the help of her ancestors behind the scenes.
Is this mysterious ancestor really that powerful?
And who on earth dared to support Ye Xiaoman, first seizing the monster, then torturing the Ghost King, and rubbing the face of the ghost world on the ground? Didn't he ever think about offending the Ghost Lord?
The evil ghost was ferocious and difficult to tame. After being provoked, it not only did not retreat, but was instead aroused with murderous intent.
"Hehe, Dou Xian, you look like a coward who's been frightened to death. Don't be afraid, we will help you get justice, hahahaha!"
Dou Xian got up from the bed.
Hundreds of hands were also attached to the walls, floor, and ceiling around his room. Those arms fluttered softly like seaweed in the sea.
Dou Xian stood in the middle of the room, with countless arms reaching out to him from all directions. He looked at his colleagues with a sinister smile and ill intentions. The scene was like a strange and terrifying portrait.
He admitted that there was something mysterious and unfathomable about Ye Xiaoman. Instead of sharing the valuable information with his colleagues, he chose to fan the flames from behind and let them step on the minefield.
His colleagues thought that he was defeated by the weakling Ye Xiaoman, but he was not happy and clarified it.
"The person I'm facing is not Ye Xiaoman."
"Who is she? A scum like her can hurt me, stop joking."
"The one I fought against was Emperor Sword Xiao Chujing."
The ghost kings fell silent again.
"Emperor Sword?" The Ghost King of Death Farewell Land was the first to react. The beautiful woman was shocked and angry, "You didn't recognize the wrong person?"
Dou Xian replied with a grin, "Aunt Yuan, I'm not mistaken. It was the Emperor Sword that reduced your clone to dust and took away half of your life-defining magic weapon."
He nearly gnashed his back teeth to pieces. "If he hadn't had half of your ghost coffin in his hands this time, I wouldn't have suffered so much."
Looking back, even if Xiao Chujing and the ghost coffin were together, they couldn't do anything to him.
The culprit was the terrifyingly powerful force of rules in the ruins of the living, which bound him firmly to the spot and made him unable to move, resulting in the loss of his life.
He speculated and speculated, and could only guess that the ghost master himself had been to the place where the living people were disabled, and because he liked the land, he added a layer of protection to the place.
As for Ye Xiaoman, it was most likely that she just got lucky and owned that piece of land with rules.
After the ghost master has interrogated Ye Xiaoman, he will crush her to death like a bug.
Dou Xian was filled with hatred, and the Ghost King of Death Parting was no less so.
"Dou Xian," she said bitterly, "Tell me the whereabouts of the Emperor's Sword. I want to personally peel off its sword bones and repair my magic weapon!"
"Obedience is worse than respect," Dou Xian said in a gloomy tone, "Aunt Yuan, please seek justice for me."
The ghost mirror representing the Ghost King of the Land of Death immediately dimmed, and the Ghost King immediately went to chase and kill Xiao Chujing.
The seven ghost kings besieging Dou Xian became six.
Dou Xian looked around at his colleagues and asked, "So, who should we give the opportunity to capture Ye Xiaoman and claim credit for it to the Ghost Lord?"
He pretended to be heartbroken and said, "If I hadn't been attacked, I would have gone there by myself. You should be grateful to me."
The ghost kings couldn't wait to say, "Old rules, roll the dice."
A ghost dice appeared out of thin air, suspended in the air.
Seven pairs of eyes stared at it, and each ghost king injected a breath of ghost energy into it. The dice spun gurglingly, and spun six times in total. In the end, the ghost king of Bingmodi spun out the maximum number of points and became the winner.
The ghost king in the form of a young girl happily grabbed the ghost dice and said, "I'll take this opportunity to make a contribution to the ghost master."
The Ghost King of Bingmodi was famous for her quick and decisive actions. She was afraid that other colleagues would intercept her good deeds, so she summoned a ghost general in front of all the ghost kings.
Gui Shuai comes from the Qiubude Land where Ye Xiaoman is. The position of the Ghost King of Qiubude Land is still vacant, and there is no leader. Other Ghost Kings have the right to directly mobilize the personnel of Qiubude Land.
Since he could summon the Ghost General, why didn't he just summon Ye Xiaoman, the Ghost General? Because the Ghost King discovered that she couldn't touch Ye Xiaoman, she didn't know it was because of the Ghost Master's ashes, and just thought that Ye Xiaoman was protected by a master.
The Sickly Ghost King ordered: "Go and capture Ye Xiaoman for me."
The position of a Ghost General is far higher than that of a Ghost General, and he is in charge of countless high-level evil ghosts. Logically, it would be easy to order a Ghost General to capture Ye Xiaoman.
Gui Shuai quickly agreed.
The contract was concluded, and a temporary deed to the elusive land was automatically generated and unfolded in front of the Sick Ghost King.
The Ghost King was impatient. She picked up the white paper man representing Ghost General and threw it directly near where Ye Xiaoman was.
"Do it now."
"I want to see her before dawn."
*
Ye Xiaoman passed the Shura Field test safely, Yue Mushan was left behind, and she and Jiaying walked hand in hand in the moonlight, returning to their home.
Jiaying held Ye Xiaoman's hand and felt that she truly belonged to him, and his heart was relieved.
Even if Yue Mushan fights and competes for something, there are some people that he will never be able to get.
Ye Xiaoman used practical actions to prove to him time and time again that no matter whether it was Ji Weiming in the early days or Yue Mushan in the later days, Ye Xiaoman would firmly choose him.
Ye Xiaoman asked about the assassination tonight: "Let's take down all the demon assassins. Which force sent them?"
"We haven't gotten any information yet." Jiaying shook his head slightly. "They come from a well-trained organization. If a mission fails, the poisonous insects in their bodies will devour their employer's memories, making soul-searching ineffective."
Ye Xiaoman exclaimed in amazement, "There are actually such useful insects in the world."
Jiaying said, "Only the great families in the Demon Realm can cultivate intelligent Gu worms. This also points us in the right direction."
Jiaying explained it and Ye Xiaoman understood. Each family of the demon clan has one or two unique poisonous insects. As long as they find out which family's method the poisonous insect on the assassin's body has the same origin as, they can identify the real culprit.
Ye Xiaoman nodded with satisfaction. Handling major matters was Jiaying's specialty.
She just wanted to be a hands-off manager and leave it to Jiaying to figure out how to lure out the poisonous insect and how to unravel the forces behind the assassin.
"It's a good thing you're by my side."
Jiaying smiled faintly when he heard that, and suddenly he stopped and looked up at the sky.
A transparent barrier separates the sky above the small house from the outside world. There are several tiny holes on the barrier, showing signs of human damage.
Under Jiaying's pressure, he frowned and said, "Someone broke in."
Hardly had he finished speaking when, as if to prove the correctness of his inference, a pleasant flute note rang out from the depths of the garden. The sound was as clear as a jade chime striking stone, and like an inexpressible longing, lingering and melancholy.
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