The forbidden love between a ghost and a villain

After returning to Changshou Sect, Li Chengze plunged into the bamboo house and devoted himself to digesting the Sword Master's inheritance.

Several months passed in a flash, the door of the bamboo house remained closed, and Li Chengze never appeared.

During this period, Shen Meng felt quite bored, and Master Mo Yuan did not show up, so Shen Meng began to slack off in his practice.

After Li Xinran returned from Hidden Sword Villa, he became famous for the Burning Heaven Sword he brought back.

All the fellow students were envious, and they had a very lively time.

After returning to Changshou Sect, Xiao Hei immediately slipped out of Li Chengze's sea of ​​consciousness.

The oppressive feeling brought by the black dragon in his sea of ​​consciousness was too strong. He valued his life very much, so it would be more comfortable to come out and get some fresh air.

That day, Xiao Hei strolled to the back mountain and happened to meet Jinbao and Yuanbao.

A skeleton and a plum blossom demon, they were having a very pleasant conversation.

"Jinbao, who gave you your name?" Xiao Hei asked curiously.

"Master." Jinbao replied.

"Yuanbao, what about you?"

"It was also given by the master." Yuanbao said with a smile.

Xiao Hei's face was immediately filled with black lines: "Why did you name me Xiao Hei? It sounds like a dog's name."

Jinbao and Yuanbao laughed out loud at his amusement: "Your name was also given by the master, that's really perfunctory."

Xiao Hei was so sad that he could only endure this "unfair" treatment silently.

Just as the three little guys were playing, Hei Shisan's figure appeared at Guizhu Peak.

Hei Shisan's outfit returned to his previous appearance as a ghost messenger.

He came this time to close the entrance to the Yellow Springs Forgetful River at Guizhu Peak.

Now that all the ghosts in the Changshou Sect have passed away, there is no need for this entrance to exist anymore.

"Mo Chen, do you want to go back to the underworld with me?" Hei Shisan asked.

Mo Chen shook his head, indicating that he wanted to continue practicing in the Changshou Sect.

"Then you can practice with No. 6666." Hei Shisan said.

"Yes, Lord Hei Shisan." Mo Chen replied respectfully.

Hei Shisan nodded and then began to close the entrance.

After everything was done, he took out a scroll and handed it to Shen Meng.

"This is what Lord Yama asked me to bring to you."

"It's for me?" Shen Meng took the scroll in confusion. "What is it?"

"I don't know, you can see for yourself." After saying that, Hei Shisan turned and left Guizhu Peak.

Shen Meng returned to the stone table in front of the bamboo house and sat down, slowly unfolding the scroll.

The next moment, a golden light flashed, and her entire soul was sucked into the scroll.

Only a scroll was left lying flat on the stone table.

In the bamboo house, Li Chengze was practicing with great concentration.

Suddenly, he felt a palpitation, as if something important was slipping away from him.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the soul line on his hand vaguely pointed outside the door.

An inexplicable force pulled him, and Li Chengze stood up and walked out of the bamboo house.

His eyes followed the guidance of the hand soul line and finally landed on the scroll on the stone table not far away.

Could it be Meng'er?

A bad premonition came to his mind, and he flew to the stone table and reached out to touch the scroll.

However, at the moment when the fingertips touched the scroll, a golden light flashed.

Li Chengze's figure also disappeared from the spot, leaving only the scroll rolling off the stone table.

It fell into the dense grass and disappeared.

In the underworld, the King of Hell, dressed in a gorgeous purple palace dress with cloud patterns, and Luo Tian were playing chess in a sea of ​​blue flowers.

"Lord Yama, do we really want to do this?" Luo Tian asked, stroking the white chess piece.

"Only by deepening their bond and using the merits of No. 6666 to suppress the growth of the demon species,

Only then can Li Chengze be saved from being possessed by the demon."

The King of Hell looked at the sea of ​​flowers in the distance, his eyes full of helplessness.

Shen Meng opened her eyes and found herself in a big red sedan chair.

"What happened? Where is this? Who am I..."

Shen Meng only remembered a passage of words from the scroll that flashed through his mind:

"Enter my dreamlike life, glimpse into the secrets of heaven, and change the course of my destiny."

The sedan was shaking violently, and Shen Meng felt as if his internal organs were about to be shattered.

A feeling of nausea rose in her throat and she couldn't help but let out a dry heave.

She patted the sedan weakly, "Stop! Stop now!"

An old woman's voice came from outside the sedan chair, "What's wrong? What's going on again?"

"Mammy, the bride seems unwell..."

"Even if you feel uncomfortable, you have to hold it in! The Ghost King's wedding procession is arriving soon. Can you afford to delay the auspicious time?!"

Nanny Li's sharp voice seemed like a death warrant from hell. The sedan bearers did not dare to delay any longer and continued to carry the sedan forward.

Shen Meng curled up in the sedan chair, feeling her vision go dark.

There was a buzzing in my ears and fragmented memories kept flashing through my mind.

Fear and despair wrapped her tightly like a huge net.

I don't know how long it took, but the sedan finally stopped.

She felt weak all over and wanted to lift the curtain of the sedan chair, but she couldn't lift her hands.

at this time:

"Squeak-"

After a teeth-grinding sound, Shen Meng felt her body lighten and was roughly pulled out.

"Cough cough cough..."

After landing on the ground, Shen Meng stumbled a few steps and held onto a dead tree.

He started coughing violently, his stomach churning, but he couldn't vomit anything out.

"Is this the Ghost King's bride?"

"Why does he look so sick? Could he be alive?"

"It doesn't matter whether she is a human or a ghost, as long as the Ghost King likes her, it's fine!"

There was a whisper around, accompanied by the sound of cold wind.

When Shen Meng heard this, she couldn't help but shiver.

"What? Ghost King?"

Shen Meng tried to open her eyes wide, trying to see the person who was speaking.

However, there is only a vague shadow in front of my eyes, and the whispers in my ears,

It also becomes more and more distant and more and more blurred.

She felt dizzy, her body grew colder, and her consciousness gradually fell into darkness...

"The Ghost King has arrived—"

A sharp voice cut through the night air, and the surrounding discussions came to an abrupt end, replaced by dead silence.

Shen Meng felt like someone was lifting her up from the ground and she was stumbling forward.

She wanted to struggle, but found that she had no strength at all and could only let them do whatever they wanted.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, she was thrown heavily to the ground.

The cold and hard touch made her groan.

"Is this the king's bride?"

A deep, magnetic voice sounded above my head, with a hint of teasing.

It was a bit cold, like a call from hell, which made Shen Meng shiver.

She tried hard to open her eyes and see the person in front of her clearly.

However, my eyelids felt like they were being pressed down by a huge rock and I couldn't open them.

"Your Majesty, this is the bride we are offering this year. She is a rare beauty."

The little kid on the side said flatteringly.

"Really?"

The Ghost King chuckled, but there was no emotion in his tone.

He slowly squatted down, and gently lifted Shen Meng's chin with his bony fingers, forcing her to raise her head.

When their eyes met, Shen Meng finally saw the true face of the person in front of her.

It was a face so handsome that it was almost demonic, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes.

With a nose like a hanging gallbladder and thin lips slightly pursed, he exudes a noble and arrogant temperament.

It makes people want to surrender at his feet.

However, what attracted the most attention were his eyes.

In those eyes as deep as obsidian, there is no trace of human emotion.

There was only a cold and dead silence, as if it could suck people's souls in.

Shen Meng was shocked. A chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Is he really a ghost?