Shock! How could the useless Second Miss be a spiritual god?

"This Windy City is so interesting!"

Chu Yueyao walked to Huo Ling'er with excitement and couldn't help but admire her!

“It’s like a paradise.”

"Yes, if I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have believed what I saw. It's so beautiful here."

Even the usually indifferent Tang Qi was infected by the relaxed and happy atmosphere here, and a smile appeared on her face.

Just then, a very cute little girl came running over and handed a moon-white flower to Huo Ling'er.

"Girl, take it, it will bring you good luck." After saying this, the little girl ran away happily again.

Looking at the flowers in her hand, Huo Ling'er couldn't help but frown. She was dressed in black and had a mask covering her face. How did this little girl know whether she was a boy or a girl?

Before she could figure it out, she heard someone suddenly shouting.

"It's midnight, the ghosts are coming!"

As this sentence was shouted, a burst of rapid bell sounds immediately rang out around, the sound was crisp and loud, echoing throughout the street.

The people on the whole street became restless. The boys and girls who had been singing and dancing just now quickly put out the bonfire and turned around and ran back to their homes. Their movements were in unison, and it was obvious that they were very skilled.

Only Huo Ling'er, Chu Yueyao, Ye Chun and Tang Qi were left standing on the street. They were stunned.

"Are there really ghosts in this Windy City?"

Chu Yueyao turned around and asked in confusion, with confusion and curiosity on her face.

"What ghost? I'll beat one of them with my fist later. We are all cultivators, why are we afraid of ghosts?"

Ye Chun was puzzled, frowning slightly, and his tone revealed a hint of disdain. He did not believe that ghosts really existed in the world, and he did not think that these legendary ghosts could threaten practitioners like them.

After a while, the sound of jingling bells became more and more urgent, as if urging people to go home quickly.

The relaxed and warm atmosphere of the previous moment disappeared, and instead became increasingly heavy, making the depressed people unable to breathe.

A middle-aged man quickly packed up the things outside and put them in the house on the street. However, when he turned around, he was surprised to find that the four outsiders were still standing on the street.

His expression instantly turned serious and he quickly walked up to the four people.

He said anxiously: "You guys hurry up and find a place to hide, don't run around tonight!"

"Ah? Why are you hiding? Is there really a ghost coming?"

"Please don't say anything. If you don't mind, please go into my house and hide. Don't stand outside."

Huo Ling'er and the others were bewildered, not knowing why the man was so flustered. But seeing that he looked sincere and didn't seem to have any ill intentions, they had no choice but to follow him to his home to find out what was going on.

After all, in this strange place, it is always better to have one more friend than one more enemy.

The man brought a few people into his house, placed the moon-white flowers outside the door, and quickly closed the door.

He stood in front of the window, looking out nervously, as if he was afraid that something would suddenly break in.

"Brother, you are..."

Huo Ling'er asked in confusion. She noticed that the man looked very nervous and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Shh, don't talk!"

The man put his index finger on his lips, signaling everyone to keep quiet.

Seeing this, Huo Linger stopped asking questions and imitated the man, standing quietly and communicating with Yan Yao through her spiritual consciousness.

"Why has this Wind City suddenly become so strange? What happened?"

"I'm not too sure either. But judging from the current situation, you have to be careful..." Yan Yao reminded.

"Ok, I know."

“How could there be ghosts? Even if there really are ghosts, these people are practitioners, not ordinary people, so they wouldn’t be so scared.” Yan Yao whispered in the space with a gloomy expression.

He frowned, his mind full of doubts. Although the Wind City in his memory was mysterious, he had never heard of ghosts.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe it, it’s mainly because they all have cultivation, and it’s been passed down from such an ancient family.

It is understandable that most people would be afraid when they see ghosts.

But they are all cultivators, so they shouldn't be so afraid of such things.

They are so scared now, something must have happened.

Just as everyone was thinking about the problem, the jingling sound of the ringing bell outside suddenly stopped, and the whole world seemed to have pressed the mute button.

A cold wind blew by, bringing a hint of chill, making everyone in the house shiver.

Ye Chun shuddered, a chill ran up his spine, his scalp tingled, and his heartbeat quickened rapidly.

The other people also felt the change in the atmosphere around them, and a creepy feeling also surged in their hearts.

At this moment, suddenly a huge monster shadow appeared at the door and was reflected in every window.

It is so hideous and terrifying that it makes people shudder.

Huo Ling'er's eyes were fixed on the monster's shadow. She saw a pale hand quickly take away the moon-white flowers placed at the door of each house and then disappear.

The middle-aged man seemed to have collapsed, and suddenly sat on the ground, letting out a sigh. His face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

At this time, people from every household on the street began to go out and resume their normal activities. They seemed not to notice the abnormal situation that had just occurred.

"What exactly is going on?"

Huo Ling'er's eyes fell on the middle-aged man and asked puzzledly.

The man took two breaths before speaking: "Forget that you are from outside. The one just now should be the ghost king. Everyone should avoid it."

"Otherwise, anyone who bumps into him will be eaten up by him bite by bite."

Huo Linger: “???”

"Are you so sure that that is the Ghost King? Is he really a ghost?"

The man said seriously, "Yes! Of course I am sure. The Ghost King has existed tens of thousands of years ago. Over the years, countless people must have seen him in person, but in the end... none of those who saw him survived."

"The youngest son of the lady across the street accidentally went out one night and has not returned for more than ten years."

Ye Chun shuddered suddenly.

Chu Yueyao and Tang Qi were still confused.

"What about the moon-white flowers outside?"

"That flower you're talking about is the sacred flower of our Windy City, the Moon Flower."

“We planted these flowers as tribute to the Ghost King. Without them, our people wouldn’t have survived until now,” the man explained.

"I see." Huo Ling'er nodded, indicating that she understood.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered what the little girl said to her before: "This flower will bring you good luck!"

At the time, she felt a little puzzled, but now it seems that perhaps it is because these moon flowers have special meaning to the Windy City that they are believed to bring good luck.