The main god who favors the villain is back

Chapter 62 The Legendary Ghost King (2)

Gan Lin felt a little wronged.

"Ugh……"

Life is not easy, Gan Lin sighed.

She just wants to be an ordinary person, simple and enjoy life.

pity.

Everyone wants her to die, what should I do?
Gan Lin moved his body.

Originally, I wanted to hug myself into a ball and hide in the corner to shut myself up.

However, a sword in his abdomen blocked him, so he could only lean on the coffin board and look at the mottled light and shadow coming down from the dense forest.

The crow that flew away earlier landed back on the branch.

Row after row, densely packed.

They are all black, only the eyeballs are a strange blood red.

His head was looking in the direction of Gan Lin, motionless.

Like a dead puppet.

Gan Lin just stared at them and counted the crows.

One crow, two crows, three...

Counting up.

"Jingle Bell--"

The crisp collision of wind chimes sounded.

There is not a trace of wind around, only the shallow breathing of Gan Lin.

That wind chime.

It's like it's next to her ear, very close.

It seemed to come from a very far away place.

Gan Lin paused for a moment, forgetting where he had counted.

She listened attentively, and the voice was like a hallucination again, and it never sounded again.

After the bell.

Row after row of crows perched on the branches, all receiving some sort of signal.

The picture that remained still had a slight change.

They all closed their blood-red eyes and completely disappeared into the darkness.

next second.

The ghost paper on the ground began to burn, the ashes melted into the soil, and blood-red flowers bloomed.

Almost instantly.

The pitch-black ground was completely covered by manjusawa.

In the sea of ​​flowers.

There was another gust of wind and chimes, and the manjusawa bloomed one after another, like the tide spreading far away, welcoming the arrival of something.

She looked along the blood-red sea of ​​flowers.

A blurry shadow appeared in the distance and gradually became clear.

Without any surprise, Gan Lin blinked her beautiful eyes.

Ok.

gimmicky...

Sure enough, it fits my younger brother's useless style.

The man walked slowly towards her.

The eyebrows and eyes became clearer.

The man was wearing a black robe.

The complexion was as pale as jade, and the blue veins appeared, which were particularly obvious.

A head of black long hair hangs over his shoulders.

The eyelashes are long and slender, the eyes are as bright as blood-red gemstones, and the lips are light in color.

Even if there are blooming manjusawa behind him, it becomes the background color.

A moment of amazement, evildoer.

And shrouded in bloody hostility.

It makes people associate for no reason, as if this road leads to hell.

What he stepped on under his feet was not a blooming manjusawa.

It's the corpses in the sea of ​​blood in hell, and the souls below can be heard struggling, crying and screaming...

It makes people feel cold all over, and the fear reaches the extreme.

at last.

The man walked up to Gan Lin, condescending, with a loose posture.

His phalanges were slender and distinct, and they were so beautiful that they pinched her chin.

Gan Lin was forced to raise his head and meet his gaze.

The man's voice was low and hoarse, with a slightly playful tone.

"Huh? Alive?"

Gan Lin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he blinked.

The man let go.

Gan Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't forget the sword in her stomach.

Just when he was about to speak out and ask the man in front of him to help.

His hand fell on her shoulder again, pinching the corner of the red gauze she was wearing.

Gan Lin hasn't reacted yet.

next second.

He raised his hand slowly.

The red yarn was taken away.

(End of this chapter)