Chapter 287: Master of Tianji Pavilion (36)
Those ghosts soon approached Yan Qing, and their newly revealed features were twisted and hideous, repeating the words "The ghost king marries a wife, and the living people retreat."
Yan Qing didn't take these ghosts to heart. What she really cared about was the "Ghost King" in the words.
Yan Qing lowered her eyelashes. She did know a Ghost King, but she didn't know if the Ghost King these ghosts were talking about was the same Ghost King she knew.
Before Yan Qing could think deeply, a bloody hand was about to touch her white clothes, but just before the bloody fingertips fell.
"Bam—"
The illusion here completely collapsed, and the ghosts of the guests turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared in an instant.
The entire space began to distort and change. The red lanterns hanging high in the courtyard fell to the ground. The courtyard full of red silk gradually melted in front of Yan Qing, revealing the real scene that was hidden underneath.
Yan Qing raised her eyes and saw a cemetery in front of her. The tattered tombstones were crowded together, so densely packed that there was no end in sight.
When Yan Qing saw the blood-red moon hanging high in the sky, he knew where he was.
Perhaps it is influenced by the ghost energy. In the entire world of cultivation, only when you look up at the moon in the ghost realm will you see a blood moon.
However, although Yan Qing passed through the ghost realm last time, he only took the Heavenly Stone and left, and did not stay in the ghost realm.
Therefore, she was somewhat unfamiliar with where she was now, and could only be confirmed to be in the ghost realm.
Still standing in front of a tombstone.
Yan Qing tilted his head slightly, trying to see the words written on the tombstone clearly.
The snow-white robe swayed slightly with her movements, and the golden patterns on the hem flickered, making her look out of place in the gloomy environment.
On the ground next to a tombstone, a small paper man was covering his mouth. Next to it were several other small paper men scattered around. They were the group of people who had just followed the group in beating drums and gongs and carrying the sedan chair.
Seeing that Yan Qing didn't notice them, the paper man with a bun on his head who was leading the group kept moving forward, moving towards the shadow of the tombstone while carefully looking at Yan Qing.
Seeing that they were almost completely hidden and Yan Qing still showed no signs of discovering them, the paper man with the ball head breathed a sigh of relief, and his mouth stretched into a sinister and treacherous smile.
Although it was frightened by the noise and powerful strength of Yan Qing breaking through the realm at the beginning, but after the barrier was broken, the paper man was no longer panicked, and even seemed to gloat over it.
The noise of the breakthrough was so loud that the person must have been awakened. This is an existence that even the Ghost King of their family dare not provoke.
Moreover, this person was so bold as to stand in front of the tombstone of the sleeping person. Tsk, when that person wakes up, no one will know how he died.
After complaining in its heart, the ball-head paper man finally moved behind the tombstone. It breathed a sigh of relief and stroked its chest with its thin little hands.
It's finally safe.
He will kill the man in white later, but he can't throw it away with him.
Just in case, it will have to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.
Thinking of this, the ball-headed paper man lay down and slid directly into the grass. After waiting for a long time, he saw that the other paper men did not hide in with him, so he poked his head out in confusion.
He froze as soon as he looked up.
Ahhhh, why is this person in white here? What she is holding in her hands are the other ones of its kind that it is waiting for.
The paper man with the ball-head hair lost his breath instantly, closed his eyes, and tried to pretend that he didn't exist.
However, this bit of luck disappeared when it felt itself suddenly floating in the air.
The paper man with the ball-head screamed, and the burning wick in the red lantern in his hand was extinguished by the sound waves.
"Ahhhhhh Lord Ghost King, help me!!!"