Chapter 398: Footsteps in the Night, Legend of Evil Ghosts

Chapter 398: Footsteps in the Night, Legend of Evil Ghosts

Late at night, a blood moon rose in the haze and hung in the void.

In the villa, Huang Jiulong was sleeping soundly. He suddenly heard something in the haze and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Tread!"

"Tread!"

"Tread!"

That was the sound of footsteps gradually resounding.

"Is there anyone in the corridor?" Huang Jiulong looked outside the door.

In his perception, the corridor outside was clearly empty, so how could there be the sound of footsteps?

He was suspicious and suddenly remembered an ancient legend, which was the legend of evil ghosts. According to the legend, in some remote and strange places, every night, some evil ghosts came...

"Tread!"

The footsteps sounded.

Pulling Huang Jiulong's thoughts back.

"Hiss!" He shivered, and all his sleepiness disappeared. He tiptoed out of bed and opened the door a crack to look out.

At a glance, there was nothing outside, nothing at all!

"Strange..." Huang Jiulong's scalp gradually went numb.

Just at this moment, a sound of footsteps rang out.

"Tram!"

The footsteps were particularly heavy, and the footsteps were very heavy.

Huang Jiulong's eyes were solemn. Just as he was about to investigate the reason, he suddenly noticed that the mural in the corridor had no face!

Looking around, the woman in the mural, who originally had soft features but lacked an arm, had no features!

"Hiss!" He gasped and was shocked.

Is there a ghost?

He looked back at the empty room and felt fear in his heart.

A feeling of helplessness and loneliness came over him.

"No, I have to find someone else to live with!"

"But I can't find Xiao Ming. Only the Lord of the Netherworld has the strongest strength in the whole venue. I have to find him!"

Huang Jiulong pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and mustered up the courage to push the door and rush out.

The Lord of the Netherworld lived on the second floor, and he lived on the first floor.

Just after he opened the door, he suddenly moved.

"That footsteps, could it be coming from the second floor?"

He didn't dare to look at the murals on both sides, and rushed to the second floor.

After arriving at the second floor, he found that there was no one in the corridor.

The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, and he let go of his perception and went to the fourth floor of the first floor.

But soon he found that there was no one in the corridors of the fourth and fifth floors of the first floor!

At this time, the footsteps that had stopped were heard again.

"Step!"

The force was also heavy, as if it was a giant.

Huang Jiulong trembled all over, and suddenly sensed something, and subconsciously turned his head to look.

Suddenly, he saw a face.

I saw an old woman in white at the end of the corridor, and crisp footsteps came from her feet from time to time.

Huang Jiulong's face froze suddenly.

Because he found that the old woman's legs had no feet!

In other words, her legs were hanging in the air!

Why is there a stomping sound when the soles of the feet hit the ground?

"Hiss!"

Huang Jiulong's scalp was numb, and his heart jumped to his throat in an instant.

At this moment, a black hand suddenly appeared behind him, and grabbed him with a "whoosh".

"Come here!"

Bang!

The door closed, and the hand dragged Huang Jiulong into the next room.

Huang Jiulong rolled his eyes, thinking that he was caught by an evil ghost, and his heart stopped suddenly.

When he came to his senses, he found that the person in front of him was not someone else, but the Lord of the Netherworld.

"What's going on?" He shook his head in horror.

"Hush! Keep your voice down!"

The Lord of the Underworld frowned and said nervously: "Oh no, we fell into a trap!"

Huang Jiulong's eyebrows jumped and he hurriedly asked: "What's going on?"

The Lord of the Underworld looked at the blood moon outside, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and he said: "The Ghost Saint has moved!"

Ghost Saint?

Huang Jiulong's head was shocked.

"Who is that?"

"An ancient saint from ancient times!" The Lord of the Netherworld looked solemn: "This person has an extremely powerful physique, named the Ten Thousand Ghosts Body, which can command all the ghosts in the world. On the day of the great reckoning in ancient times, he used this physique to go against the sky and rely on this physique to fight the Terminator. On that day, the Ten Thousand Ghosts were trapped and fought with the Terminator for a whole day and night, but ended up being defeated. These are all records in some ancient books of my Netherworld Holy Land. I thought he fell in that catastrophe, but I didn't expect that he didn't die!"

"It turns out that he is faking his death!"

"Not good, this person actually faked his death and escaped under the eyes of the Terminator, which is really terrifying! It's more terrifying than the founder of my Netherworld Holy Land!"

"And this time, I'm afraid he came to kill the holy soldiers!"

Huang Jiulong's face changed drastically on the spot!

Ancient power!

Ancient power appeared!

Suddenly!

The Nether Saint Lord 꺗 sensed something, his eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly looked out the window!

"Not good!"

"Not only the Ghost Saint! There are other ancient saints!"

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