Chapter 1229
Words:769Update:22/07/01 07:06:19
At that moment, the five Undead kneeling in front of Ye Qingtang all looked different. Some were pure skeletons, some were half-bones and half-flesh, and some … looked exactly like ordinary humans. However, they all exuded a faint aura of death.
"Holy Lord, you're finally back." A skeleton in a golden robe lifted its head and stared at Ye Qingtang with its pitch-black eye sockets as it spoke in a trembling voice.
Ye Qingtang had no idea who these five Undead were and could only pretend to be calm as she nodded her head.
"Rise."
The five Undead immediately stood up. One of the youthful-looking Undead even raised his hand to wipe the never-before-seen tear stains from the corners of his eyes.
"Holy Lord, we've been waiting for you for many years. Please return to the palace," the Undead said respectfully.
Ye Qingtang looked up at the pitch-black palace and sighed inwardly. Then she walked in.
As Ye Qingtang stepped in, the walls on both sides of the originally pitch-black palace suddenly lit up with clusters of green flames, illuminating the entire palace in an instant.
As far as the eye could see, thirty-six black bone pillars propped up the entire sacred hall. Countless pitch-black snake bones crisscrossed on each bone pillar.
A throne made of black-gold skeletons suddenly appeared in front of Ye Qingtang.
"Holy Lord, please take a seat."
Inside the palace, many Undead looked at Ye Qingtang with their pitch-black eye sockets. Even though they had no eyeballs, the eagerness and eagerness in their eyes were obvious.
Under the gaze of so many Undead, Ye Qingtang had no choice but to bite the bullet and step onto the black bone throne.
The moment Ye Qingtang sat down, the jaws of all the Undead in the palace suddenly trembled and their teeth chattered loudly. The noise filled the entire palace and an endless aura of death quickly spread throughout the palace.
Little White Tiger lay on Ye Qingtang's knees and secretly scratched Ye Qingtang's knees with its claws when it saw this.
"You must stay calm."
Just the sight of so many Undead Clan members was frightening. If Ye Qingtang's identity was exposed, she would not be able to escape.
Ye Qingtang nodded her head silently.
But before she could recover, a black figure suddenly rushed out from the side of the Sacred Hall.
A thick smell of blood followed.
The black figure was extremely fast. Before Ye Qingtang and Little White Tiger could see it clearly, the black figure had already plunged into Ye Qingtang's arms and sent Little White Tiger flying.
"Ah Yao … you are finally back." A soft voice with a tinge of sobbing sounded from the black shadow.
Ye Qingtang finally saw what had barged into her arms …
It was a petite baby that looked to be only as tall as her thigh. It had a delicate little face, and its white and flawless skin was tinged with a hint of gray. It had a pair of big black eyes that had no white at all. They were as dark as a cat's eyes that were wide open.
Although it was strange, it was also very cute.
But …
The child's clothes seemed to be soaked in blood. Blood flowed down the corners of his clothes and dripped below the black bone throne.
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