Chapter 445 Killing the Wheel
Just when the Wheel-Turning Ghost King suddenly stopped, Lang Wumiao in front immediately noticed it.
She turned around and at a glance she knew that the Wheel-Turning Ghost King was trying to escape.
Lang Wumiao immediately turned around and rushed towards the Wheel Ghost King. A ghost knife appeared in his hand again and he chopped down at the Ghost King's head.
The trident of the Wheel-Turning Ghost King swept over, and there was another sharp sound of weapons clashing. This time, the ghost knife in Lang Wumiao's hand did not break.
Realizing something was wrong, the Ghost King of the Wheel felt his chest go empty, and he looked down.
He saw that his chest had been hollowed out by some sharp weapon. He could even see the ground behind him through the hole in his chest.
He raised his head and looked at Lang Wumiao who was already in front of him, muttering: "You, are not a ghost?"
Lang Wumiao smiled and raised the ghost knife in his hand, quickly slashing it across the neck of the Wheel-Turning Ghost King.
The head of the Wheel-Turning Ghost King flew into the sky, and a black ghost energy rushed out from his headless neck.
Then, both his head and body began to slowly dissipate.
The ghost generals who were chasing after him saw this scene and roared in disbelief.
They raised the ghost swords in their hands and rushed towards Lang Wumiao without caring about their lives.
Lang Wumiao succeeded in killing the ghost generals and didn't care about them. Seeing that Xu Zhenfeng and the others had caught up with him, he flew towards the south city.
Xu Zhenfeng and his men were extremely fast and soon shook off the pursuers behind them. Only a dozen high-level ghost generals were still far behind them.
These ghost generals will have to give chase. Their own Ghost King has been shattered to pieces. If they lose even the trace of their enemy, the Northern Ghost Emperor will definitely take them to be buried with the Ghost King.
However, when they chased to the south city, a team of patrolling soldiers rushed out and blocked their way.
After a fight between the ghost generals and the patrolling soldiers, where was the trace of the assassins in front of them?
As soon as Xu Zhenfeng and his companions ran to a secluded alley inside the South City Gate, they heard the sound of the underworld bell ringing throughout the Eternal Night City.
Lian Wu brought a team of patrolling ghost soldiers to meet them, and immediately asked them to change out of their ghost armor and put on patrol soldiers' uniforms.
They patrolled in a swaggering manner all the way and returned to Commander Qi's residence.
When they returned to the mansion, they met Commander Qi who had just changed into his armor and was about to go out with his personal guards.
Seeing Xu Zhenfeng and the others return safely, Lang Wumiao nodded at him and knew that the matter was accomplished.
Commander Qi only hurriedly instructed, "When the bell rings, the whole city will be on alert. You stay here and don't go out. Don't worry, no ghosts dare to come and search here."
Seeing Commander Qi leaving in a hurry, Xu Zhenfeng asked Qin Laogui beside him, "Where is the Commander going?"
Qin Laogui replied: "The underworld bell has rung. Our master is now under the command of the Southern Ghost Emperor. Naturally, we have to report to the Southern Ghost Emperor."
"When will the commander-in-chief be back?"
Qin Laogui shook his head. "The demise of a ghost king is no small matter. Our master just fought with the Ghost King of the Wheel, and he disappeared. I'm afraid we'll have to argue with the Ghost King of the South and the Ghost King of the North in the next few days."
Xu Zhenfeng nodded silently, and followed Qin Laogui with Lang Wumiao and the others to a courtyard.
Qin Laogui said again: "Eternal Night City will be on high alert in the next few days, so you can stay here temporarily. Although it is not as prosperous as the human world, it has everything you need. I can only inconvenience you for the time being."
Lang Wumiao waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "It's okay, as long as it's safe. Just let your master find out where Yan Jun is being held as soon as possible."
Although Old Ghost Qin seemed to be indifferent to other human cultivators, he was still quite respectful to Lang Wumiao.
Although Lang Wumiao is only at the eighth level of the Heavenly Rank, the demon race's natural suppression of ghosts means that even if Qin Laogui tries his best, he cannot defeat Lang Wumiao.
This is how strength determines attitude.
Xu Zhenfeng and his group settled down in this yard.
Although this is the underworld, there is no shortage of food and drink from the human world. They have lived here for a few days, and there are no ghost soldiers or ghosts coming to search.
It’s just that Commander Qi hasn’t come back yet, and Xu Zhenfeng and the others can’t figure out whether a fierce conflict has broken out between the Southern Ghost Emperor and the Northern Ghost Emperor?
Has the commander-in-chief found out which ghost emperor has the secret realm of Sumeru where King Yama is imprisoned?
On the fourth day, the little underworld god Lian Wu came.
Xu Zhenfeng thought that he was here to convey some message from Commander Qi to them.
But after he walked into the yard, a tall and fat monk in his sixties followed in, holding a baby about seven or eight years old in the hand.
If not Monk Wukong and Huangjing Doll, who else could these be?
As soon as Xu Zhenfeng saw them, his face darkened.
When Huang Jingwa saw Xu Zhenfeng, he quickly broke free from Monk Wukong's hand, trotted over and hugged his legs, raised his head, and said pitifully:
"Dad, if you don't take Huang Jing with you, do you mean you don't want me as your son?"
Xu Zhenfeng scolded him with a frown, "Didn't I tell you to stay in the human world and not run around?"
On the other side, Lang Wumiao also looked at Monk Wukong with a bad face, and said in a cold voice: "I told you to keep an eye on the child and don't let him run around, but you brought him to the underworld yourself."
Monk Wukong looked helpless and spread his hands.
“Don’t you know what a bad temper your child has?
He dived into the ground, could I still keep an eye on him?
It would be better if I brought him here myself, so that he wouldn't be a little monster running around. Wouldn't that be more dangerous?"
Looking at the helpless look of Monk Wukong, he lowered his head to look at the Huangjing doll who was still acting coquettishly and cutely.
Xu Zhenfeng snorted, "Don't you remember what I told you, what will happen if you don't obey?"
When Huang Jingwa heard this, her mouth flattened, tears welled up in her eyes, she hugged Xu Zhenfeng's legs with both hands and slowly raised her little butt.
"I'm going to spank you."
After he finished speaking, the little guy started crying loudly before Xu Zhenfeng started to hit him.
Xu Zhenfeng really had no idea what to do with this little guy. He couldn't bear to hit him, and he would cry if he scolded him, so he pretended not to hear him when he was scolded.
"Don't cry. If you cry again, I'll really beat you."
Xu Zhenfeng scolded again, and watched the little thing hugging his legs, gritting its teeth to hold back its tears, and sobbing.
I couldn't help but feel soft at heart and hugged him again.
When Monk Wukong saw that Huang Jingwa was not beaten, he thought the matter was over, so he quickly came over, smiled, and said to Xu Zhenfeng in a somewhat flattering manner:
"Zhenfeng, bring out a jar of wine to quench my thirst. I'm exhausted from the journey."