It was like a living person suddenly turning into a statue, Xie Jiuli could even feel that for a moment, not only his entire body, but even his breathing had become stagnant. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xie Jiuli looked at him, not knowing why. "What's wrong with you?"

After a while, Xie Jiuli heard the whisper and said, "Yes...... Dangkang. ”

"Who is Dangkang?" Xie Jiuli was stunned for a moment, and couldn't figure out what kind of face this name corresponded to from his head for a while. So he turned his head sideways and looked over the platform again. The mighty man hung his head weakly at the moment, only to see the ghost king walk up to him, grab a handful of his hair with his hand and lift his head. At this time, Xie Jiuli saw that face clearly.

That face, with a well-defined outline, didn't look like a ghost at all. It's just that his eyes are blank at the moment, and he is dull like a puppet.

"Dangkang ......"

Xie Jiuli muttered, and finally remembered when he had heard of this name. His eyes widened suddenly, "He'...... He's not?!"

When Kang stayed on the last side of his memory, it was an ordinary posture, and his eyebrows and eyes were much softer than they looked now.

At that time, he wanted to go to Lifengchen to eat vegetarian food. I met him at the Monster Inn that day, and he happily greeted him.

He said, "Oh, it's time to break the fast, so I won't tell you more." You know how to find me, if you want to find me, come here!"

At that time, the wind and clouds had not yet dissipated in Xie Jiuli's mind, and he actually felt that the old ghost king who was now tied to the stone tablet and waiting to be eaten by flesh and blood could not overlap.

How is this possible?

Xie Jiuli's head was full of question marks, but he didn't know how to get an answer.

Wei Xiaoan and Mo Tutu glanced at each other, not knowing what the two of them were now. It's just a few blinks of an eye, why are these two people still stunned?

Mo Tutu then asked, "I said you two, what's the matter? Dangkang? What is Dangkang?"

Xie Jiuli said: "Dangkang, it's the old ghost king who was tied to the stone tablet......! Friends of the Devil!"

Mo Tutu was taken aback: "Friends of the Monkey?" Mo Rabbit looked at the Monkey, "Is there anyone else I don't know by your side?"

"......"

"Actually, the relationship ...... It's ...... shallow."

Xie Jiuli was puzzled, "Qiang, did you recognize the wrong person? When Kang didn't die, how could he appear here?"

Qian Ji has also been asking himself this question, whether he recognized the wrong person.

However, he confirmed that it must be Dangkang's fault. The huge fangs hung on his chest, and the dark mane was full of layers on his body, and the features were so clear that he could not be mistaken.

But how is this possible?

Not to mention that the last time I saw Dangkang was only a month away, let's just say that the identity of the ghost king must have gone through the road of a hundred ghosts at night.

The path that the living can't walk, only the dead can walk—Dang Kang must have been a dead man at least a year ago. However, when he was at the Monster Inn in the Gravekeeper World, Dang Kang did not have the rotten spirit of a dead demon on his body. If Dang Kang had already died at that time, then he would definitely not feel nothing, even if his demon sense accuracy was not very good.

It's so unbelievable!

However, Kang was on the high platform, bound by iron chains, and his hair was being grabbed by the new ghost king, demonstrating to all the ghosts in the audience. The cheers of the ghosts rose higher and higher, all waiting to devour the poor old ghost king alive, with a feverish and bloodthirsty light in their eyes.

Although this kind of light was not visible to the Qian, but just listening to the unabated cheers, another wave of anger rushed out of the soles of his feet, steaming and rushing towards his head. He involuntarily clenched his hands into fists, and the aura around him began to become unstable.

In an instant, he made a decision. This decision does not require thinking, hesitation, conciliation, and understanding.

If that was Dangkang, then he wouldn't let it happen!

He didn't give himself time to think, he didn't even ask himself - but was it?

Xie Jiuli hurriedly stepped forward to reassure: "Don't get excited, we don't know what's going on now, why are you so excited?"

Wei Xiaoan didn't know why, and he didn't know where his anger came from. "Dangkang...... When Kang is the Ghost King?"

Xie Jiuli corrected: "It's the old ghost king, it's the old ghost king who is going to be killed!"

Wei Xiaoan looked at Xie Jiuli, and the doubts in his eyes deepened. "No, if Dangkang is the ghost king, then he must have walked this road of nocturnal walking of a hundred ghosts. In that case, he should have been dead for at least a year, right?"

Xie Jiuli nodded, "Yes, I think so too." I think that girl can end up like this, how can she be a ghost king. But the last time I saw him was the first time I entered the world of the Grave Keeper!

Speaking of this, Xie Jiuli paused and added: "If you don't believe it, you ask the Van Palace and the West Team Leader, they have also seen it." ”

Mo Tutu stared, as if he had heard a fantasy. "So you mean to say that a person who has been dead for less than a month has become the king of a hundred ghosts at this moment?"

Xie Jiuli corrected again: "I'm talking about the last ghost king who was going to be killed!"

Mo Tutu stomped his feet, "I'm talking about him!"

Wei Xiaoan said: "But don't you think it's incredible? The living person I saw not long ago has now become a puppet who will become the new ghost king and become famous?"

Xie Jiuli said: "I don't understand, what is wrong with this!"

The cheers rang in his ears, but he found that it was becoming more and more difficult to control his emotions and could not calm himself down immediately.

Ever since he entered this gap, he has always had a bad premonition. This premonition had nothing to do with death—death was unpredictable, an unpredictable feeling that had been stirring his mind. Maybe this was the moment, he thought.

He asked himself what he would have done if that was Dangkang, but in the next moment, he had already received an answer.

He thought that there were too few people who had crossed paths with him, and each one of them was worth cherishing.

But in his heart, there was still a voice shouting, making him a bystander.

He couldn't calm himself down, and his anger seemed to burst out of his body. But at this moment, it was the time when his mind was at its clearest.