Seeing this spirit card, Xia Qi's face became a little ugly, because it showed that the woman named Chu Jingshu he saw in the bedroom just now was a ghost at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He has seen a lot of ghosts, so he naturally won't be afraid, but thinking of Chu Jingshu's nature, he has a little trembling in his heart, and he doesn't know what the female ghost wants to do when she pretends to be like that.

But no matter what he wanted to do, he didn't have the heart to get entangled with a female ghost, so he made up his mind in his heart, and left here in a while, first went around the world, and after understanding the terrain, he tried to find Zhao Manshan and the others.

Slowly let go of his hand, the small door where the spiritual position was placed slowly closed, Xia Qi suddenly turned his head with some palpitations, and saw a figure suddenly flashing by the bedroom door.

Although the figure disappeared in a flash, Xia Qi could still see the person's face clearly, it was Chu Jingshu who had just told him that he was going to sleep for a while.

Obviously, the other party did not lie down on the bed to rest honestly, as he said, but poked his head out and kept peeping at him by the door.

If he encounters a female ghost outside, he may not be as worried as he is now, but the problem is that this is the ghost domain, the territory of the ghost king, who knows what a terrible ghost curse exists, which does not dare to make him take it lightly.

The existence of the ghost spell can not only manipulate this space wantonly, but also conjure up countless ghosts, even if his strength is not suppressed, it is an almost impossible task to kill all the ghosts that appear here.

Of course, the purpose of his coming here is not to deal with the ghost spell, let alone to occupy this space, but simply to obtain the ghost king's stump and solve Zhao Manshan and the others.

So he didn't want to waste too much effort on other things at all.

Ignoring Chu Jingshu in the bedroom, Xia Qi walked down the stairs quickly after coming to the staircase, until he completely came out of this 3-story small wooden building.

Outside the small wooden building was the street, just like he had seen outside, a path paved with stone bricks.

Many small stalls and vendors lined up neatly on both sides of the path, and the sunlight pierced through the meager clouds, making his vision extremely blurred.

Xia Qi walked forward, watching very vigilantly, in the process, he didn't see half of the familiar shadow at all, in other words, whether it was Zhao Manshan and the others, or Chen Sheng, they were no longer around.

The trail was long and the surroundings were noisy, and he walked along the trail for nearly 20 minutes before he reached the end of the road.

There are no vendors here, but it's quite strange that further on, the sky is a little turquoise, which is also in stark contrast to the bright sun behind him.

It is like half world, half underworld.

The hazy turquoise mist spread faintly in the air, like countless poisonous gas bombs bursting, making the space look a little distorted and extremely unreal.

Xia Qi hesitated, not knowing whether to continue walking or go back honestly.

Because in comparison, it is obvious that the environment ahead is harsher and more unpredictable.

Looking down at the honor watch, the dial of the honor watch was unremarkable, and there was no expiration date or any change in the freeze period.

"If there is a ghost king's stump around here, I should be able to feel it, after all, the ghost king will not deliberately restrain his ghost qi after being dismembered."

Xia Qi muttered a word on his lips, thinking that he had come here to find the ghost king's stump, so he didn't think about it anymore, and walked directly into the green mist in front of him.

Nervously walking in, Xia Qi found that he had entered a gloomy cemetery.

As far as the eye can see, there are graves everywhere, and the number of graves is almost uncountable.

And you can also see some people worshipping in front of some graves.

The ghost realm of the ghost king is a real space, so it's hard to say whether there will be living people.

Xia Qi glanced back behind him, and the green mist behind him was completely obscured, and the lively path he had walked all the way before had disappeared and could no longer be seen.

There was no turning back, and continued to walk in a straight line into the cemetery not far away.

As soon as he entered, he saw a middle-aged man in his 30s, kneeling in front of a grave, muttering something while kneeling and bowing.

Xia Qi's approach did not attract the attention of this person, so he quickly came behind this person, and just wanted to ask the other party about something, he "chuckled" in his heart, and instantly moved a few steps back.

Because when he saw the picture of the dead man on the tombstone, it turned out to be the man who was kneeling down before the grave.

In other words, that person was kneeling down to his dead self!

"Why can't I die! Why am I still alive!

Obviously my body has been cremated, obviously I have slit my throat and died, but why do I still exist! ”

The man seemed to be kneeling, but there was no memorial in his words, as if he was pretending to be religious.

Xia Qi didn't dare to go over to talk, his body kept retreating uncontrollably, but he didn't take a few steps back, and he felt as if he had guessed something under his feet.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and there was an even more shocking scene in the end, he actually stepped on a hand!

A hand sticking out from the edge of the grave!

After he stepped on that hand, his fingers were still bending, as if in the dirt below, there was not a dead corpse buried, but a living person who still had a breath and wanted to struggle to crawl out.

Xia Qi hurriedly moved his feet away, and the ghost domain was released as much as possible, always paying attention to his surroundings, and then he took a big stride and ran in the cemetery like the wind.

But the deeper he went, the more the dead worshipped him.

Everyone was doing very contradictory movements, kowtowing to their tombstones while still roaring viciously.

By the time he wanted to stop, try to change directions, and turn back, he was completely lost in this graveyard that seemed impossible to get out of.

The green mist gathered more and more, and the vicious roar became louder and louder, as if he woke up and suddenly found that there were many resentful spirits gathered next to his bed, which made Xia Qi suddenly feel his scalp tingle.

The only thing that made him feel more fortunate was that the living dead had no intention of besieging him.

It was as if I couldn't see him, and it was as if I was completely ignoring his existence.