The forbidden love between a ghost and a villain

So he raised his hand and gave Li Chengze a slap on the head, and said unhappily:

"Your boy is dying!"

"Sister Shen, it hurts..."

Li Chengze covered his forehead and looked at Shen Meng aggrievedly.

Shen Meng looked at Li Chengze's pitiful appearance and softened her tone, but still with a hint of blame:

"You knew it was painful, yet you still came in? If it weren't for me, you would have died here today!"

Li Chengze lowered his head and explained in a low voice:

"I didn't notice it at first. By the time I realized it, I was already in this miasma. Then I knew nothing..."

"Okay, it's okay now. You have merit to protect you now. Don't be so reckless next time!"

As Shen Meng spoke, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the merit points she had consumed.

"Merit protection?"

Li Chengze looked confused and obviously didn't understand what was going on.

"Yes, I used up a full fifty-five points of merit to save you!

"Shen Meng said unhappily, "That's the merit points I only got in fifty years."

Shen Meng held her forehead helplessly. If this kid continued to cause trouble a few more times, her merits would be wasted.

Then he thought of the fifty merit points he had gained from sending Lin Zhaoyi away.

I felt much better inside, "Just think of it as your mother giving it to you."

"Forget it, I'm glad you're okay." Shen Meng didn't want to explain any more.

Li Chengze's mind flashed with the image of Shen Meng calling him husband.

"Could it be... that everything just now was just a dream?" Li Chengze murmured to himself.

Outside the miasma mountain, there were crowds of people and the noise was endless.

The disciples of several major sects who are responsible for screening the monks entering the Miasma Mountain are very busy.

Since the number of anti-poison pills is limited, only cultivators above the Foundation Establishment stage are eligible to enter.

For this kind of simple training, the noble families generally do not interfere too much, allowing the younger generation to train on their own.

Li Xinran, Li Chengqian and the other two siblings have all entered the foundation-building stage and are among them.

Han Jue stood beside Li Xinran and looked at her gently.

"It's just a dog-skin plaster!" Li Xinyi said unhappily.

Li Xinran smiled lightly and returned Han Jue's pills.

As a disciple of the head of the Changshou Sect, she still has the poison-avoiding pill.

She took out her anti-poison pill from her storage bag and gently rejected Han Jue's kindness:

"I brought it, you can keep it."

As she spoke, she divided the pill in her hand into three parts and handed them to her younger brothers and sisters behind her.

After gathering, Li Xinran and his group followed the crowd and stepped into the foggy and miasmic mountains.

As Li Xinran and his group stepped into the miasma mountains, they heard heavy footsteps behind them.

I saw a baby about three years old, wearing a red bellyband and two small buns on his head, so cute.

He staggered over, holding a giant iron sword that was taller than him.

The baby was white and chubby, but his big eyes showed a sinister look that didn't match his age. He looked around and said in a baby voice:

"The yin energy here is so strong. Let's go, Qingguo, Qingcheng, let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two tall figures came out and stood behind the baby.

One of them is called Qingguo and the other is called Qingcheng. The names sound nice, but their looks are very different from their names.

Both of them were strong men, eight feet tall, with dark and rough skin and faces full of flesh, looking like evil spirits crawling out from the ground.

Qingguo was holding a huge axe in her hand, the axe blade was shining coldly, and it was obvious at first glance that it was a deadly weapon.

Qingcheng was carrying a mace covered with sharp barbs, which made people shudder.

Qingcheng held the baby steadily in her big hands, picked him up and placed him on her broad shoulders.

The baby giggled and grabbed Qingcheng's hair with his little hands.

Qingguo picked up the baby's giant sword, walked in front to clear the way, and swung the giant axe to cut off the thorny vines blocking the way.

In this way, the three of them walked into the depths of the foggy and miasmic mountains.

In the center of the miasma mountain, Shen Meng pulled Li Chengze and jumped into the bottomless purple miasma cave.

The miasma rolled like a huge mouth of the abyss that wanted to swallow everything, and the suffocating smell became stronger and stronger.

They fell rapidly, the wind whistling in their ears, and ghostly figures could be vaguely seen in the purple miasma, emitting shrill wails.

After an unknown amount of time, the falling momentum finally stopped and my feet touched solid ground.

Shen Meng opened her eyes and found herself and Li Chengze on a huge circular platform.

There is no guardrail at the edge of the platform, only an endless dark abyss that seems ready to swallow people up at any time.

Looking up, I saw that the entrance to the cave above my head was completely blocked by purple miasma, and I could not see the sunlight.

In the center of the platform, a huge bronze coffin lay quietly, emitting a chilling chill.

The coffin is about three meters long and one meter wide, and is carved with intricate patterns. Looking closely,

They were all hideous and terrifying patterns of evil spirits, with their fangs and claws bared, as if they wanted to break free from the coffin and devour someone.

The coffin was not completely closed, and a thick purple miasma continued to flow out from a gap.

The miasma swirled in the air, vaguely forming a huge and strange ghost face, emitting a silent roar.

Shen Meng noticed that the floating souls around were all being sucked in by an invisible force.

He involuntarily floated towards the crack in the coffin and finally disappeared into the bottomless darkness.

The air was filled with the smell of death and decay, which made people shudder.

Shen Meng's heart was filled with alarm, and an inexplicable sense of fear arose.

This cave, this round platform, and this coffin are all weird. Just as Shen Meng was trying to investigate further.

Suddenly, a soft laugh came from the coffin, charming yet with a hint of coldness:

"Hey, it looks like two little mice have come in. Perfect, I'll start with you for my first meal in ten thousand years."

Before the voice fell, the lid of the coffin was slowly pushed open, and a slender pale bone hand stretched out from the gap. On its distinctly knuckled fingers,

She wore ten gold rings inlaid with gemstones, which was extremely luxurious.

Immediately afterwards, a woman in a blood-red dress sat up from the coffin.

She has a stunning face, eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like stars, red lips and white teeth.

Her skin was whiter than snow, and her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, reaching her ankles.

However, this beautiful face was filled with an unconcealable gloom.

There was a faint green light flashing in the depths of his eyes, which was chilling.

She slowly stood up and stepped out of the coffin. With each step,

Blood-red datura flowers will bloom under your feet, enchanting and strange.

Shahua's gaze fell on Shen Meng, and his originally playful look instantly became sharp.

Shen Meng's soul actually emitted a bright white light, the light was so pure,

The light of merit is so dazzling that it dispels the surrounding haze like the rising sun.

And her soul is a pure white that is almost transparent.

There are no impurities, no darkness, only holy brilliance.

"Impossible, how can there be such a clean ghost in this world?"