Chapter 967
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Everyone in the Underworld knew who the Ten Ghost Kings were. That king with a bewitching appearance was exceptionally cold, and he had barely shown his face in the City of Thousands Ghosts.
How could a person like him have a lover in this Yama Palace? How could he have a sweetheart?
An Hun stared at Dong 'er, who was lying on the ground. The ghosts standing next to Dong' er felt their legs go soft.
They were ghosts, and they had no use in the City of Thousands Ghosts. Facing the powerful Black and White Emissary who had the power of the Underworld, they could be easily killed.
If they weren't careful, their souls would be destroyed. However, at this moment, they still stood beside Dong 'er even though they were trembling. They didn't retreat.
"It seems that you really don't want to live anymore." An Hun's eyes shone with a cold red light. Her right hand held the ghost whip tightly as she approached Dong 'er bit by bit.
Her eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if she would whip Dong 'er in the next second and destroy her soul.
But she was just a Black and White Emissary. Did she really dare to do such a thing?
Before Luo Qingchen could think more, An Hun had already raised her hand and was about to whip down.
Dong 'er closed her eyes tightly and raised her head, intending to take the whip head on.
In the next second, Luo Qingchen raised her eyebrows and waved her left hand. The Netherworld Ring glowed with a dark blue light and attacked An Hun's wrist.
With a "dong" sound, the ghost whip instantly fell to the ground.
"Who –" An Hun looked around in disbelief, her eyes flashing with panic.
In the City of Thousands Ghosts, who else could have magic power other than her? It was absolutely impossible!
And why did the dark blue light just now feel so familiar? It was as if she had seen it somewhere before.
Luo Qingchen casually took the ghost mask and a jade folding fan in the guest room, jumped out of the window, and stood next to Meng Yuan.
She waved the folding fan and looked at An Hun with a cold gaze. "I have never heard of a small Black and White Emissary in the Underworld being able to scatter a person's soul. Is there no law?"
An Hun narrowed her eyes and looked at Luo Qingchen with some vigilance. She raised her right hand and Gui Bai flipped through the book behind her. Then he walked up to her and said, "Emissary, there is no such ghost."
"No?" An Hun's heart suddenly jumped, and she muttered, "How is that possible?"
The City of Thousands Ghosts was a place that could only be reached through the Tenth Shrine, and any ghost that passed through the Tenth Shrine had no magic power.
But that blue light just now was so real that it knocked her whip to the ground. Who was this person?
"Whether you are a human or a ghost, I have a way to make you never return after trespassing into the City of Thousands Ghosts." An Hun narrowed her eyes and withdrew her right hand. The ghost whip once again returned to her hand.
Just as Luo Qingchen was about to take out a Nine Section Moon Whip, Meng Yuan next to her knelt down and kowtowed heavily to An Hun. "It's my fault. If the Black and White Emissary really needs to scatter the soul to eliminate the hatred in her heart, then scatter mine! It's my wishful thinking, I don't have strange thoughts. "
With that, she threw the Blue Lily in her hand to the empty ground. A drop of crystal clear tear fell down.
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