The leader of the cultivation alliance has a crush on me.

"Hehe...hehe..."

"Someone actually dared to break in; they're really bold."

"They are not afraid of death."

"Don't you guys think she looks familiar?"

"It really does look like it."

The voice came to Song Ke's ears, sometimes near and sometimes far. She couldn't see the person, but she knew that the speaker was definitely not human.

"Who's speaking? Is it a person or a ghost?"

Song Ke asked with a struggling expression. At this moment, she felt unable to move her whole body. Her hands and feet seemed stiff and cold as if they were about to freeze.

Her teeth were chattering, but she put on a fierce expression: "Who are you? Come out."

"Heh...hehehe...hehehehe..."

"They've come to our territory and they're asking who we are?"

"Do you know where this place is?"

"Unauthorized trespassing in a place of creation deserves death."

"Does she look like her?"

"Are they here to steal the treasure?"

"Deserves to be killed."

A chilling wind blew around them, and Song Ke heard a heavy thud as something crashed to the ground. She cried out worriedly, "Song Shen, is that you? What's wrong?"

But Song Yi, who was standing next to her, didn't make a sound, giving her a bad feeling.

Before she could think about it, she suddenly heard a rattling sound. Before she could figure out which direction it was coming from, Song Ke felt a jolt and fell heavily to the ground.

wrong.

When Song Ke looked down at the ground, it was no longer the same place. She remembered that the place Song Chen had found was covered with a thin layer of weeds and was soft. But the ground here felt like a wooden floor, smooth and even had a faint smell of pine.

Surrounded by darkness, Song Ke looked up to survey her surroundings, but suddenly her body swayed violently as she heard the sound of a lock clicking again, this time with a joyful, cheerful quality.

The space they were in was shifting, which Song Ke couldn't see from inside. However, when Song Chen noticed that something was wrong with Song Ke, she had already started to catch up. In the distance, she saw a group of ghostly soldiers, resembling a wedding procession, drifting rapidly into the depths of the mountains like willow catkins in the wind.

Upon seeing this, Song Chen cursed inwardly, "It must be the Four Ghost Kings the old man was talking about."

"Why did you set your sights on Song Ke?"

Song Chen looked anxious when she thought of Song Ke. As a cultivator, she knew about the existence of demons and ghosts. In her eyes, they were not aliens, but members of the same race.

She didn't know the strength of the Four Ghost Kings, whether it was one or four, but no matter how hard she chased, she couldn't catch up with the group in front of her.

Song Ke patted the wooden wall and roughly determined that it should be a sedan chair.

I never imagined that the ghost marriage scenario described in the novel would actually happen to me.

The sound of locks being pulled outside hadn't stopped. Song Ke listened to the familiar music and couldn't help but complain inwardly.

I never expected that after being rejected by blind dates for so long, I would actually be chosen by a ghost.

I don't know whether to say I'm unlucky or to praise this guy's good eye.

Song Ke's tapping on the wooden wall wasn't quiet, but there seemed to be no reaction outside, so she simply gave up, sighed, and wondered if Song Chen had noticed that she was missing.

After thinking about it, he decided it was better not to find out. Song Chen didn't have much cultivation right now, and if he caught up, he would probably just be throwing his life away.

Song Ke calmly sat down cross-legged. Since they hadn't taken his life immediately, it meant he might still be of some use.

She recited the mental cultivation method that Song Chen had taught her and discovered that she could still absorb spiritual energy, but the effect was not very good. The ghost energy in this sedan chair was too strong.

When Song Chen saw the line ahead stop, she quickly stopped as well, and slipped behind a large tree to watch what was happening ahead.

There was a dilapidated old house. Song Chen looked around for a moment and guessed that it must have been a sect in the past, since there were still traces of spirit-gathering arrays around.

He watched the procession, which remained motionless as if frozen in place. Song Ke did not get out of the sedan chair either. Not knowing what they meant, Song Chen dared not approach rashly.

Before long, a sudden gust of cold wind swept in, stirring up the withered leaves on the ground, which danced wildly in the air. Song Chen instinctively reached out to shield his eyes.

A wisp of black mist landed beside the sedan chair and transformed into a tall man dressed in black. His face was excessively pale, but his eyes were not dull; instead, they were full of life. He had long hair tied in a half-up bun, and his hair ornaments were simple, consisting of only a white ribbon and a snakewood stick inserted into his hair bun.

No, Song Chen realized something was wrong. She thought of the title "Four Ghost Kings," and now it seemed that there was one, not four.

Even though the Ghost King in front of her had his back to her, she could still clearly see his face. She saw the Ghost King slightly bow towards the sedan chair. Song Chen was certain that the Ghost King had his back to her, but she could still see his face.

Song Shen didn't think much of it, but then she saw Song Ke getting off the sedan chair. Her blank stare clearly showed that she was being controlled.

She stretched out her hand and willingly placed it in the Ghost King's hand, then was led step by step into the main hall by the Ghost King.

Song Chen glanced at the ghostly soldiers still guarding the door, then got up and left. She circled around and jumped into the dilapidated building from another direction.

Song Ke was placed in the room in a daze. The room looked dilapidated from the outside, but it was quite clean inside. The Ghost King man stood in front of Song Ke, scrutinizing her carefully. After scrutinizing her, he circled around Song Ke and looked her over. He couldn't help but sigh in surprise.

"They really do look alike."

After his exclamation, he gently lifted Song Ke's chin with his slender fingers, making her look directly at him, and asked softly, "Who are you?"

Song Ke stared blankly for a second, then blurted out, "Song Ke," without thinking.

The ghost king paused for a moment, then his expression changed slightly as he corrected him: "No, you are not Song Ke."

Song Ke listened blankly and then said, "I'm not Song Ke."

The Ghost King seemed satisfied with Song Ke's answer. He looked Song Ke up and down, and after a moment he said quietly, "I wonder if you will give it to him if you ask him."

Song felt something was strange. The moment the sedan chair stopped, she felt as if she had been pulled into a space by a force. It seemed to be an endless illusion, with no end in sight.

"Song Cai, save me."

"Song Cai, where are you?"

"help me."

But no matter how she called out, there was no response. She didn't know how long she had walked or run, but it seemed as if she was still in the same place.

When Song Chen woke up, she found herself lying on a cold, hard rock. She looked around in confusion. It was a small wooden hut with many palm-sized prayer flags hanging inside, layered on top of each other. They were red, blue, and orange, somewhat like the prayer flags of the Western Pure Land.

She sat up and went over to see what was written on it, but before she could even touch it, she was startled by a voice.

"do not touch."

Song Chen turned around and stared blankly at the man standing at the door. It wasn't for any other reason than that the man at the door was too otherworldly and pure, as if he didn't belong to this mortal world. Behind him was a snow-white expanse illuminated by the sunlight. Song Chen suddenly seemed to realize where she was.