I really am a fortune teller

The Eight-Star Ghost King roared and charged toward Wei Chen. Although this damned human looks a little different from before, his aura is still the same, and he is still just as annoying as before!

Wei Chen was startled, not expecting his older brother to have such a volatile temper. He had originally intended to withstand the attack of the Eight-Star Ghost King, but then he thought it was unnecessary. If his older brother performed exceptionally well, he would be in trouble.

So Wei Chen only greeted the Eight-Star Ghost King before quickly disappearing from the spot. The Eight-Star Ghost King was so angry that he trembled all over and immediately followed behind Wei Chen.

However, Wei Chen used an Earth Escape Talisman, which made him incredibly fast. Before the Eight-Star Ghost King could even react, Wei Chen disappeared from the spot, and the Eight-Star Ghost King, unable to stop, crashed headfirst into a pillar.

"Bastard!" the Eight-Star Ghost King said angrily. He suddenly roared, making all the ghosts in the Ghost King's Mansion hear him: "Everyone, pay attention! Pack your bags and hunt down that thief!"

The moment these words were spoken, the world changed color.

The Seven Star Ghosts, fully equipped and ready for battle, wore black armor with a faint glow and beautiful patterns shimmering on it. They patrolled the area in perfect unison, carrying their weapons.

The already heavily guarded Ghost King's Mansion is now so secure that not even a mosquito can get in.

Wei Chen discovered a problem when he tested the Eight-Star Ghost King earlier: the other party was still injured.

This discovery thrilled Wei Chen.

The Eight-Star Ghost King was seriously injured and has not yet recovered.

Just as the entire city was under lockdown, a strong voice suddenly rang out from outside: "Brother Ghost King, how have you been?"

The Eight-Star Ghost King's expression changed. He looked down at the huge figure and snorted coldly. "Isn't this the city lord of Lin Yuan City? What? You've come all this way to interrogate me just because of your daughter?"

The Eight-Star Ghost King felt a toothache again at the thought. What a joke! He hadn't seen his daughter for days, had he? If it weren't for that damned person!

Yang Feng, the city lord of Lin Yuan City, was an exceptionally tall man. It was said that he was not a native of Hell, but rather a person who had committed countless evil deeds and was banished to Hell, sentenced to serve 3700 years in the 13th level of Hell. If it weren't for the disappearance of the King of the Underworld and the ensuing chaos in the Underworld, this guy would never have been able to escape from there.

As for the city lord, what heinous crimes did he commit in his previous life that warranted such a devastating sentence of 3700 years? It's said that Yang Feng was once a notorious bandit who killed over 20 people in a bustling city. After being captured, he escaped from prison, crossing a desert before finally reaching his home. Yang Feng's escape was solely to see his elderly mother, and the police were now guarding the vicinity of her house.

When Yang Feng appeared, he was shot dead.

Therefore, Yang Feng is an extremely perverted person. He hates people, and he hates his former identity as a human even more. After arriving in Hell, especially after the turmoil in Hell, Yang Feng cut off his own head and replaced it with the head of a horse-faced demon. So now Yang Feng has a horse's head on his neck, which looks extremely strange.

However, in Hell, looks are secondary; the most important thing is strength.

Yang Feng was merely a seven-star ghost, yet he was greatly feared by an eight-star ghost king. This was not only because the eight-star ghost king had not yet recovered and was still severely injured, but more importantly, because Yang Feng was an absolute monster, bloodthirsty and violent, and his opponent was also a peak seven-star ghost.

Even with his severe injuries, the Eight-Star Ghost King might not be able to defeat him.

Although the Eight-Star Ghost King was very impatient and wished he could command the Seven-Star Ghosts in his Ghost King's Palace to humanely destroy Yang Feng, that was just a thought. Not to mention whether he could do it, even if he could, it would probably come at a great cost.

The Eight-Star Ghost King's mind raced slightly. He was initially taken aback, but quickly recovered and even beamed with joy. Wearing a fake face, he went out to greet the Seven-Star Ghost: "So it's Brother Yang. May I ask what brings you here?"

Yang Feng sneered: "Zhao Ying, I respect you as my senior and have always treated you with utmost respect. What, my reputation is no longer valid?"

Eight-Star Ghost King Zhao Ying's expression was rather unpleasant. If it were during his peak period, Yang Feng would never have dared to speak to him like that.

Zhao Ying coughed and said, "But there was a little accident. My unfilial daughter was arrested."

"Hehe!" Yang Feng looked at Zhao Ying with a smile and said, "Do you think I would believe that? You are an eight-star ghost king, after all. You think it's ridiculous that you let a human kidnap your own daughter?"

Zhao Ying had been troubled by this matter for the past few days, and Yang Feng, of all people, had to reopen old wounds.

One human being, one human being!

Zhao Ying was furious when she remembered that damned human had also shown up in front of her. She roared at Yang Feng, "So what? So what if I broke my promise to you? Yang Feng, do you think I'm some weakling who can be manipulated by you?"

As Zhao Ying spoke, he threw a punch at Yang Feng. Caught off guard, Yang Feng's eye was shattered by Zhao Ying's punch.

Yang Feng was sent flying backwards, but in the brief moment he was airborne, the wounds on his head had already healed.

Yang Feng was completely dumbfounded when he saw Zhao Ying suddenly explode, especially since Zhao Ying was already covered with a thin layer of light blue energy, which made his aura continue to rise.

What's going on? I can't even ask a question?

The entire Mirror World knows that Zhao Ying's daughter was kidnapped by a human, right? It's not a secret, so why are you so angry?

Yang Feng's mind raced. Even though Zhao Ying was injured, it didn't mean she was a pushover who could be easily manipulated.

Yang Feng quickly said to the other person, "Don't be angry. I was just saying that. What's the big deal? It's all over the mirror world now... It's not just me... Damn... You're doing it again?"

There's a saying from our ancestors that's very insightful.

Don't expose someone's shortcomings, and don't hit someone in the face.

Because that could easily cause some trouble.

Take Zhao Ying, for example. Her eyes are bloodshot, and it's clear that she has completely lost her mind.

At this moment, Yang Feng was unaware that he was forcibly reopening someone's wounds.

Zhao Ying clapped his hands, and two enormous axes appeared in his hands without him even noticing. The two huge axes gleamed with a cold light, and Zhao Ying's shirt had been torn open, revealing his well-built muscles: "You brat! If you want to fight, then fight! If you want to wage war, then fight!"