95. The hibiscus-scented tent is warm, the ghost king...
The boy next to him squatted down in astonishment and quickly followed suit. At this moment, he could no longer hold it in, and the sound of water came from behind him.
At this moment, within the Ten Thousand Swords Manor, a hundred ghosts roamed the night, each a beautiful skeleton dressed in various styles of clothing. Some wore coarse cloth, others fine silks and satins. Some were adorned in brocade robes and jade belts! Just as they had been in life, so they were now.
A huge aura of resentment hung in the air, along with some young men—merchants, porters, woodcutters…
There were also a few scholars. At this moment, their faces were contorted with malice and malice. It was as if they were saying, "I've already come down. Why are you still up there?!" All sorts of resentment quickly gathered together.
"Ah, you, what's wrong with you?" a man suddenly shouted.
'What's wrong with me, my husband? I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?' The beauty looked up and saw a skull-like face, devoid of any flesh or blood!
'You, how could you...?'
'My husband, you just said you'd be with me through thick and thin, now you must keep your promise!'
Having said that, from beneath her wide sleeves, sharp, slender claws pierced her chest with a 'sizzle' sound. She slowly said, 'Let me see your heart, whether you truly love me!'
"Ah, spare me! Spare me!"
The feast has begun. The hunter and the prey probably never imagined the shift would happen so quickly.
Standing on the rooftop, looking down at the Wan Jian Manor, it was as if a crop had ripened and was ready for harvest. There was no need to wait any longer; if they did, many more would die unjustly. Guilty or innocent, the reckoning could wait until everything was settled!
So, with a swift movement, he arrived at the living room door in a flash! A flying kick...
With a deafening crash, the door was kicked open and slammed directly into the dancing woman in the center.
Just then, the door flew in, about to smash into her, but the beautiful woman remained completely still, continuing her dance. The door simply passed right through her.
At this moment, many men in the hall were already unconscious. Beautiful women were lying on top of them, and the loud crash of the door startled the women from their reverie.
At that moment, they all looked up, their gazes chilling and sinister. Blood streamed from their mouths. Upon closer inspection, their faces all bore a striking resemblance.
Dozens of twins or triplets? Their faces all resemble the woman in red robes beside Wan Qianchi.
Then, in an instant, the chilling smile vanished, and just as quickly, it transformed into a warm spring day.
She chuckled at He Chen, sniffing intently. It smelled like a delicious, tempting meal. Suddenly, she realized the man beside her had no scent at all; in fact, he reeked of stench.
"Brother, come play with me." "Brother, come into my arms." "Husband," all sorts of temptations came rushing in.
Some of the men who were still conscious were furious that their plans had been ruined.
He stood up and shouted, "Where did this brat come from? Guards, seize him and hang him in the water dungeon!"
"Haha, here I come!" He Chen laughed loudly, thinking to himself, "Kill point, here I come!"
Without further delay, the Gentleman's Blade was drawn, its clear ringing resounding continuously. Lightning and fire intertwined on the blade, the wind fanning the flames as they spun rapidly, creating a fierce clanging sound.
The beautiful woman saw the lightning and fire on the gentleman's knife. A sense of fear welled up from the bottom of her heart. She involuntarily took a step back.
His swordsmanship was masterful, capable of slicing through a hundred enemies in a single strike. He instantly rushed to the center of the hall, unleashing a horizontal slash at the six beauties. His attack was a full-force, incredibly fast, and brooked no underestimate. A flash of light pierced through the beauties. One of them giggled, "You can't kill me."
He was about to reach out and touch He Chen when, halfway there, his hand suddenly transformed into a sharp claw, aimed straight at his chest. He seemed intent on grabbing something.
With a hundred strikes delivered simultaneously, the blade instantly ignited the ghostly spirits with lightning and fire energy. Clearly, these new ghosts were unaware of the power of lightning and fire.
A pitiful cry rang out.
Then, those around twenty years old, their heads rolled off. Some sprayed blood everywhere, others were just skin and skulls. No blood remained.
The aura of thunder and fire burned rapidly. In an instant, killing points flashed by. The surrounding wooden structures, carved with auspicious dragons and phoenixes, golden crows embracing the sun, and decorated with vases and erotic paintings and calligraphy, were now ablaze.
Strangely, no one came to put out the fire, which was so big.
At this moment, inside the vast house, the beauty was already in his arms.
At that moment, the beauty's expression suddenly changed; many of her subordinates had died. Had an outsider attacked, or was she also part of their scheme?
But looking at the fake Martial King before him, he made up his mind and stopped hesitating. "My lord, let's go and rest."
Wan Qianchi said tenderly, "But, Li'er, you'll have to wait some time before you can take human form!"
Li'er asked softly with concern,
"My lord's happiness is my happiness. When the time comes, please find me a few more young women. That way, I won't be delayed for long."
Upon hearing this, Wan Qianchi couldn't help but smirk, a lewd smile creeping across his face. "Alright," he said, "in a few days, I'll find you a few wealthy young ladies. And some women who have reached the next level. Once you consume them, it will be even faster."
'Thank you very much, sir. Please hold me.'
The spring breeze warms the hibiscus-scented tent, and the warmth of the hibiscus-scented tent allows us to spend the spring night!
"My lord, this medicine is excellent. Please try it."
Looking at the familiar red pill, Wan Qianchi smiled with satisfaction, "Good, Li'er prepared it well." He then swallowed it in one gulp.
Outside, it was sweltering, and everyone was drenched in sweat. Inside the boudoir, it was equally sweltering, with sweat pouring down everywhere.
The female corpse on the ground slowly opened her eyes. Her movements were stiff; she stood upright, quietly guarding one side. Sharp fingernails were slowly growing from the tips of her fingers.
After a long while, I felt incredibly sleepy. And then, there was that soft, fragrant scent in my arms.
At this moment, Li'er looked at Wan Qianchi, who was already fast asleep.
'Wanlang, since you like me so much, please grant my wish.' Then, he opened his mouth, as if taking a breath. A surge of powerful blood energy, like a blood mist, rapidly entered Lier's mouth from Wanqianchi's entire body.
Moreover, at this moment, Li'er's aura was rapidly changing. She thought to herself, 'Today, no one can stop me, Ghost King. Once I become Ghost King, I will be free!'
A surge of immense power, concealed yet rapidly revealed, showed that the beautiful woman was actually a sixth-tier ghost commander. Her aura was rising quickly, as she prepared to seize this opportunity to break through to the seventh-tier ghost king.
He Chen watched as the fire burned rapidly. Elsewhere, there were no more Yin ghosts or new ghosts deliberately controlled by Li'er. At this moment, the grand feast was beginning. Ignorance breeds fearlessness.
The new ghost knew nothing of fear. He had died a horrible death and now possessed immense power. Shouldn't he seek revenge? The hatred in his heart amplified infinitely.
"Eat him, drink his water. You'll become stronger!" The negative effects were amplified infinitely. Screams echoed everywhere.
In the struggle, someone knocked over candlesticks and torches. Instantly, flames began to burn in many places.
At this moment, two figures flew by, arriving quickly!
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