Chapter 936
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"I know there's an expert!" Murong Hanxuan raised his eyebrows and said, "If nothing happens tonight, I'll summon her to the palace tomorrow to meet with Lord Witch Lord."
"Oh?" Lord Witch Lord nodded and said, "I hope it's not a Jianghu sorcerer. These thirty-three malicious spirits aren't something an ordinary person can deal with."
"Brother Hanxuan, I'm scared …" Su Luoluo bashfully threw herself at Murong Hanxuan's chest and said, "You have to protect Luoluo … No! You have to protect Qing Er! "
She, Su Luoluo, finally didn't want to be a sacrifice anymore. She finally relied on her own methods to get to where she was today. She absolutely couldn't let anything happen to her!
"En — — Qing Er will always be my treasure!" Murong Hanxuan lightly patted her head, his eyes filled with pampering.
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At the same time, Luo Qingchen set up a ghost formation in the memorial hall, waiting for midnight to arrive.
Jasmine was clearly a little worried. After all, although she had cultivated in the imperial tomb for six hundred years, these thirty-three malicious spirits weren't ordinary people.
The entire memorial hall was set up by the Soul Absorbing Bell. A cool breeze blew past, but the bell didn't ring.
This was a bell specially prepared for ghosts — —
When the Soul Absorbing Bell rang, the malicious spirits came.
Demons and monsters, their souls were gone.
"Miss, are you scared?" Jasmine stood at the side, still in her noble lady's body.
It seemed that the palace had been very busy recently. No one knew that a noble lady had disappeared.
Or perhaps that Murong Hanxuan only chose one out of three thousand girls and only favored Su Luoluo. He didn't care about anyone else.
"I …"
"Ding ling — — Ding ling — — Ding ling — —" Before Luo Qingchen could finish speaking, the hundred and eleven Soul Absorbing Bells rang.
A cold wind blew past, and the silent memorial hall was filled with a bone-piercing chill. The air was instantly filled with the smell of rotting corpses.
She waved her left hand and the Netherworld Ring emitted a faint light.
Thirty-three people suddenly appeared in the originally empty coffin hall.
No, they were ghosts.
Each of their faces were different. The only thing they had in common was that their fingers were all rotten. Their mouths were wide open, and their tongues fell out. The rotting flesh and black blood mixed together, it was extremely terrifying.
This was probably because when they were buried alive, they desperately tried to dig away the soil that had fallen on their bodies, desperately trying to breathe fresh air.
"Don't bury me, don't bury me …"
"Give me back my life, give me back my life …"
Step by step, they passed through the Soul Absorbing Bell that she had set up. They raised their heads and opened their mouths as they slowly walked towards her.
"Since I let you show yourself, I naturally have a deal to make with you." Luo Qingchen frowned, feeling somewhat uneasy.
These ghosts did not have brains like Jasmine and the others. Instead, they moved towards her like walking corpses.
Did they not understand what she was saying, or were they deliberately not listening?
The stench of rotting flesh in the surroundings grew heavier and heavier. Drops of blood, mixed with the stench of rotting mud, filled the ground with an incomparably foul stench.
"Miss, they are too vicious. You only have killing in your eyes. You shouldn't stay here for long. Miss, please leave first. " Jasmine narrowed her eyes. She couldn't see the direction of the malicious ghosts. As a ghost, her body was blind.
"In that case — —" Luo Qingchen narrowed her eyes and coldly snorted, "If they turn into ashes, don't blame me for being too ruthless."
As soon as she finished speaking, she jumped and directly reached the center of the Soul Absorbing Bell. She was surrounded by malevolent and badly mutilated malicious ghosts.
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