Chapter 970 Ghost Marriage Bride: Substitute Sacrifice (48)

"I am the black and white messenger of Wangui City. I naturally have the qualifications to prevent her from seeing the Ghost King!" An Hun nodded slightly, and saw a red light streaking across the sky and said, "I tell you, I am not only qualified to prevent her from seeing the Ghost King, I am also qualified to send you to the eighteenth level of hell!"

The anger that had been suppressed just now can finally burst out at this moment, and the timing is just right.

Someone is coming soon...

"Funny." Luo Qingchen's cold eyes narrowed, and his deep eyes looked directly at her with a faint cold light, and said word by word, "If you have the ability, come on!"

As soon as the voice fell, she spread out her jade folding fan, not afraid of the so-called black and white messenger in front of her.

For some reason, she was extremely displeased when she saw this so-called black and white messenger for the first time. Girls have a strong sixth sense, and this person must not be a good person.

"Swish——" The next second, An Hun leaped up and attacked her with bare hands.

A faint smile appeared on her lips, and she waved her jade folding fan, attacking her with the power of the Nether Ring.

In a flash, she was about to use the exquisite ring on her right hand to seal the position where she wanted to dodge.

She actually ran straight into it, and the power of the Nether Ring was so great that she flew several meters away.

All the ghosts around took a breath of cold air, and Luo Qingchen frowned, with a slight puzzlement in his eyes.

The so-called black and white messenger should have been able to dodge the attack just now.

It was because of this that she wanted the exquisite ring to seal the way, but she didn't expect that she would directly run into her attack.

Before she could figure it out, the cold wind blew all around, the wind flow rate was very fast, and the temperature around her suddenly dropped.

At this moment, her heart trembled suddenly, and a mist appeared in her eyes instantly.

Why did this feeling make her feel so familiar?

"Oh no, the ghost king is here. Girl, go behind me, I will take care of everything." Meng Yuan pulled her suddenly, clenched her fist tightly, and her hands stopped shaking.

Dong'er hurriedly stood up, blocked her, and held Meng Yuan's hand tightly, saying: "Don't be afraid, the worst thing is that your soul will be scattered. I also committed suicide. When we were human, we were not afraid of death, so what is there to be afraid of the ghost!"

Her life was so miserable. Her husband ran away with someone else. Then she was deceived and sold to a brothel. At that time, she was unwilling to be humiliated like this, so she set herself on fire.

What's funny is that the mother of the brothel became a buried ghost and had already been thrown into the eighteenth level of hell, and she would never be reborn.

"Well-" Meng Yuan took a deep breath, nodded heavily and said: "I'm not afraid. With sister Dong'er here, I'm not afraid of anything!"

Dong'er was probably the first time Meng Yuan felt the existence of love, but friendship can also be family love.

At this moment, her hands stopped shaking, and she held her head high and faced the hypocritical black and white messengers, and the supreme ghost king.

Never retreat...

Luo Qingchen chuckled, and thought these two ghosts were cute. They reminded her of the five sisters she had met in the imperial mausoleum, who always liked to call her girls...

But at the last moment, she couldn't save their souls, and she was sorry for them after all.

The Ten Kings of Hell, walking in the ghost realm, thousands of ghosts facing the city, forever.

The next second, a dark light flashed. A familiar figure appeared in front of her, and he squinted lazily, with his fingertips trembling slightly.