Scholar has special ghost skills

As the laughter got closer, the world surrounded the four of them with a shady curtain that spread rapidly, isolating the outside world.

"Wow, what's going on?" In the sudden darkness, He Yunqing pulled Yan Junyi's sleeve subconsciously.

"Hahahaha……"

"Hee hee hee hee ha ha ha ha..."

At this time, a group of transparent, grinning ghosts flew around in the air, scaring He Yunqing almost to the point of fainting.

"Where is the evildoer, dare to show off in front of the Sajia!" Jiu Jie shouted, swung the Jiuhuan Broadsword in his hand, and instantly cut them off.

"Hee hee hee hee hee..." Suddenly, a long, blood-stained red cloth rushed out of the air.

Under the faint blue light at the end, four little ghosts with snow-white complexions and red cheeks, shaking their heads and carrying a jet-black sedan chair, came flying from the red cloth, and behind them were dozens of ghostly people wearing revealing clothes and makeup. woman in red.

"It's the ghost king..." Nie Zifei twitched his lips, his body trembled slightly, and his fear of him was etched into his bones.

"What?" Just as He Yunqing was shocked, the xuanjiao fell to the ground.

The leading woman quickly stood in front and shouted loudly, "Yan Junyi, my king has said that he has no intention of being an enemy of you. I advise you not to meddle in your own business, and leave as soon as possible!"

Yan Junyi looked stern, "What if I want to take care of it?"

"you……"

"Back off." A deep voice sounded from inside the sedan chair, and the woman in red who was about to scold her lowered her head and stepped aside respectfully.

The curtain was lifted from the inside, and a pair of black boots stepped out.

"King of Ghosts!" Jiu Jie held his sword horizontally in front of his chest, and when He Yunqing saw him again, he felt an indescribable fear.

Standing in front of the sedan chair, the Ghost King was wearing a black robe, his normally loose hair was rarely tied up in a bun, and his long eyebrows that fell into his temples looked even more elongated and handsome.

But he didn't look at anyone, his eyes stopped on Nie Zifei, he stretched out his hand and said, "Zifei, I'll pick you up, come here."

He Yunqing suppressed his fear immediately, and stood in front of Nie Zifei, "Zifei won't pass! I want to take him away!"

"Oh?" The ghost king said intentionally or unintentionally, "Leave? Who did Zi Fei want to see when he left?"

He Yunqing didn't even think about it, "It's natural to take him back to meet the prince."

"Hahaha..." The King of Ghosts twitched the corners of his lips, then raised his head and laughed, and then said, "Lu Mingxuan was already a pile of loess, who do you have to go back to see?"

He Yunqing's heart skipped a beat, he didn't expect that the ghost king already knew about the prince.

"What did you say?" Nie Zifei couldn't believe it after hearing what the ghost king said.

The ghost king said indifferently, "Zifei, I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be sad. Then Lu Mingxuan is just a short-lived ghost. The him you miss in your heart died 20 years ago, and he didn't wait for you at Naihe Bridge. you."

"No, no." Nie Zifei covered his ears and stared at him, "You lied to me!"

"Zifei, are you okay?" He Yunqing nervously supported him.

Nie Zifei grabbed his hand in turn, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, "Yun Qing, you said, the prince is waiting for me, right!"

"Zifei, calm down." He Yunqing couldn't hide it anymore, but he didn't dare to say it outright.

Nie Zifei shook his lips, trying to hold back tears, "Please tell me, tell me!"

"Prince Chun died, didn't it happen very early?" Jiu Jie said something for no reason, Yan Junyi immediately frowned and looked at him.

But Nie Zifei's body shook, and He Yunqing couldn't bear to hide it anymore, "Zifei, my lord, he has indeed..."

"You lied to me too?" Nie Zifei pushed him away, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but tears rolled down his face.

He Yunqing was afraid that he would be too sad, so he hurriedly took out the letters in the bookcase, "Zifei, I didn't lie to you, the prince was waiting for you before he died, you see, he wrote them to you!"

Nie Zifei stared at the letters, accepted them tremblingly, and opened them. After reading each letter, the paper was wet with tears.

Seeing him like this, He Yun felt very uncomfortable and said, "Zifei, people cannot be resurrected after death, so you have to mourn."

"He's dead, he's dead..." The letter in Nie Zifei's hand fell to the ground, his pupils lost anxiety, and he murmured, "He's dead..."

"Zifei, come to me quickly." The Ghost King said suddenly.

Nie Zifei stared blankly at him, choked with hatred, "Because of you, in this life, I will never see the prince again..."

The ghost king's face darkened, he turned into a puff of black smoke, came to him, grabbed his wrist, "If he really loves you, why didn't Naihe bridge stop?"

"Let go of Zifei!" He Yunqing rushed forward, the ghost king didn't even look at him, and beat him out with a wave of his sleeve!

The next moment, Yan Junyi quickly flew over to catch it.

"Zifei!" He Yunqing still wanted to go, but Yan Junyi immediately stopped him.

Jiu Jie shouted, "Ghost King, a twisted melon is not sweet, so why are you obsessed with him?"

"Shut up! What are you?" The ghost king glared at him angrily, then grabbed Nie Zifei, "Come with me!"

"I hate you!" Nie Zifei said sadly.

"What did you say?" Ghost King narrowed his eyes.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you..." Nie Zifei lowered his head and bit his wrist with all his might.

"Okay, I'll make you hate me." The ghost king didn't feel angry at all, but was even a little bit happy, "Zifei, this is the first time you've taken the initiative to get close to me."

He Yunqing couldn't keep watching, and jumped out from behind Yan Junyi and scolded, "Ghost King, let Zifei go! Isn't it enough for you to bully him?"

The ghost king glanced away, and said gloomyly, "Yan Junyi, this king said, if you don't protect him, don't blame me for being rude!"

"I don't want to go with you." Nie Zifei pushed his hand away.

"What did you say?" Ghost King's hand tightened a bit.

"Ah!" Nie Zifei was in pain, tears were shining, "I want to go back."

"What did you say?" Ghost King pinched his jaw with the other hand.

Nie Zifei refused to give in and said, "Even if we can't see each other again, my bones will be buried with the prince's."

"Hehehehe..." The ghost king laughed bitterly, "Zifei, you don't challenge my tolerance again and again!"

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to see the prince for the last time." Nie Zifei was no longer afraid of him, and his heart was firm.

The ghost king had a gloomy expression on his face, and said sinisterly, "Whether it's love or hate, don't even think about leaving me, isn't this your choice?"

"You forced it to me." Nie Zifei said word by word.

"Don't provoke me!" The veins on the ghost king's forehead stood out.

Nie Zifei looked at him stubbornly, and the ghost king dragged him to the sedan chair angrily.

"I don't want it!" Nie Zifei struggled.

Seeing that Zifei was about to be caught in the sedan chair by the ghost king, He Yunqing turned around and shouted anxiously, "Yan Junyi!"

Yan Junyi paused, then pointed his long sword, "Ghost King, since you can't force it, why force it?"

"Get out of the way!" The ghost king burst into anger, and black smoke was emitting from his body, as if he was on the verge of erupting.