Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

Dust filled the air, and Jing Li retreated to the edge in disgust. Her heart was pounding so hard that she felt extremely uncomfortable.

She pursed her lips, utterly speechless.

The unlucky original owner, how come he has a heart problem? That shouldn't be the case, I don't remember him having one.

She thought about the details in her memory: being ridiculed, insulted, wronged, and abused.

"???"

Nothing good has happened, but I haven't had a heart attack either.

Jingli tried to divine the future by counting on her fingers, but found she couldn't get a result. A layer of fog obscured her vision, and she couldn't clear it away.

Hey~

She's not one to dwell on things; if she can't figure it out, she simply stops thinking about it.

"Fine," she said, her lips slightly parted, and she slowly uttered a single word, "Lock!"

A golden rune instantly entered Jing Li's heart. In the blink of an eye, the pain disappeared from her body, and the intense pounding of her heart subsided.

She smiled faintly, crossed her arms, and watched Chu Xia flee.

Gee...

Even when the chosen one has a serious health problem, they can still be lively and energetic!

She glanced at the sky, and said indifferently with a hint of sarcasm, "Looks like you really like her!"

They dare to steal her things! This is outrageous!

Jing Li stood there with her head tilted back, sighed, and a hint of seriousness suddenly appeared in her indifferent eyes. She muttered to herself, "Then I'll make sure you don't get your way!"

After saying that, she flashed and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

The original body hasn't recovered, right?!

You don't have any thoughts yet, do you?!

Then let him have his own thoughts!

Jing was very dissatisfied. The chosen ones got all the benefits, so how was she, an ordinary person, supposed to live?

So, the person who wanted to do something bad twitched her fingers a few times, and a blood-red heart floated out from the array. As her finger pointed, the heart quickly rushed into the ghost general's body.

Suddenly, the ghost general who was wielding his sword froze, his empty eyes seemingly gaining color and becoming human.

Chu Xia tumbled over, clutching the blood-red orchid, panting heavily.

Zhao Yanchen noticed the ghost general's unusual behavior and quickly warned, "Xiao Chu, something's wrong!"

"He seems... to be alive..."

"I just saw something dart into his body."

Chu Xia turned around in shock upon hearing this, her gaze meeting Jing Li's in mid-air, before her expression gradually became distorted.

Jing Li was waving and smiling at her, but she was too far away to hear what she was saying.

But Chu Xia, with her excellent eyesight, saw it clearly: those scumbag mouths were saying: You're welcome!

is her!

is her!

Crazy woman!

Chu Xia was so angry that her face turned red, and she almost ground her back teeth to powder. She wished she could kill this woman. Why did she always oppose her and even curse her master? She had to kill her.

"Xiao Chu, run!" Zhao Yanchen used the spiritual power of the jade tablet to throw out several defensive talismans to resist the ghost general's fierce blade wind. The blade didn't even touch them; the blade energy alone was enough to make it hard to breathe.

Chu Xia was still preoccupied with Jing Li and didn't notice what was happening here. Zhao Yanchen suddenly pulled her, and she almost fell.

After calming himself down, he jumped out of the large, ravaged pit.

Her chest heaved rapidly, whether from anger at Jing Li or from the intense running, it was hard to tell.

"You worthless scoundrels, prepare to die!"

The ghost general sheathed his greatsword behind his back, his imposing figure exuding murderous intent. The blade sizzled and sparked as it cut across the ground. He ran incredibly fast, and there was no trace of the stiffness he had shown just moments before.

"He's gotten faster! We have to escape! The Ghost General is immortal; we can't kill him!"

Zhao Yanchen spoke rapidly, his anxious expression finally showing.

How to do?

Can he escape with Xiao Chu?

Xiao Chu... is increasingly losing herself.

The crisis at this moment had exceeded his expectations. He thought the greatest danger would be the bronze man, but when he came back, he found that the bronze man had long since disappeared and had been replaced by another insurmountable ghost general!

Was the bronze statue killed by the ghost general?

How did the Ghost General come about?

A host of questions lingered in his mind, and he desperately wanted to know everything, but the urgent situation prevented him from thinking about it any further.

"If we can't kill him, then we'll all die together!"

Chu Xia spoke out wildly, her anger rising to her head and she could no longer suppress it.

She suddenly turned and ran towards Jingli.

When Jingli saw her gesture, he raised an eyebrow and his smile widened.

But to Chu Xia's surprise, the ghost general leaped and stood directly in front of her.

There was a "boom".

A crack the size of a fist appeared in the ground. Zhao Yanchen lost his balance and stepped directly into it, almost falling over.

But his other hand still firmly supported Chu Xia.

"Hand over the blood measure, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

The ghost general's deep and resonant voice, like the solemn and majestic tolling of a bell, sent shivers down one's spine.

Unlike ordinary evil spirits, demons have their own thoughts and can control their behavior most of the time. However, whenever they encounter or experience something that caused them pain in their previous life, they lose their minds and begin to kill.

Jing Li stood silently behind the ghost general, watching the show, even tilting her head to the side and looking at Chu Xia with a mocking gaze.

Many people wanted to kill her, but none of them succeeded.

There hasn't been a chosen one yet.

In early summer, facing the Ghost General, his mask like that of Yama, coupled with his imposing greatsword, made people unconsciously want to submit. It was indeed a fallen virtuous person. Even as a ghost, his iron-like aura still made people tremble in their hearts.

The demon general dragged his large sword, drawing ever closer; the sound of the blade scraping the ground was like a death knell.

It gripped my heart tightly in early summer.

Just as the blade was about to strike, a calculating glint flashed in Chu Xia's eyes.

"Wait!" She pulled Zhao Yanchen out during the brief moment, then forced herself to calm down, suppressed her unease, and shouted loudly.

It seemed that this would give her courage.

What is "blood dendrobium"?

She roughly knew what it was; it was probably the magical artifact in her hand. At this moment, she also understood why the ghost was chasing her so closely.

To buy time, she pursed her lips and tentatively asked, "Is that what you're thinking of?"

She pushed the blood vessel forward, trying to persuade the ghost general.

The ghost general's forward movement abruptly halted, accompanied by the clanging and whistling of his armor.

Chu Xia was overjoyed and said, "As long as you kill her, I'll give it to you right away."

The ghost general turned around and looked, his chilling eyes fixed on Jing Li.

Chu Xia raised her arm, pointing her index finger at Jing Li behind the ghost general. She couldn't suppress her smug expression, as if Jing Li was about to be killed.

Zhao Yanchen frowned upon hearing this, clearly disapproving, and whispered, "We can't give it to them."

Upon hearing this, Jing Li's smiling face froze. This chosen one had indeed collapsed, and his mind was practically broken. Did she really think he could command ghost generals?!

She met the ghost general's eyes without flinching. Or rather, they were two steel balls, completely obscured by the mask, making it impossible to see the ghost general's face.

Just when Chu Xia thought she could use someone else to do her dirty work, the ghost general who was originally looking behind her suddenly swung his sword with overwhelming force, and the direction was—towards her.

Her pupils constricted. How could this be?!

"what!!!"