After the top three prizes were revealed, in order to maintain his face of doing what he said, the Ghost King immediately called the three ghosts who guessed the prizes to the middle of the circle.

They didn't know each other, and they were obviously all from Netherworld.

Looking at the confusion, Xiaoying wanted to ask her if she knew them, but found that her beautiful big eyes were staring at the young man who guessed the ginseng, complaining and shocking and blaming herself.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiaoying reached out and shook it in front of her eyes, forcibly distracting her attention.

Shaking his head slightly, he lowered his head in confusion and was silent.

Confused and reluctant to speak, Xiaoying was full of doubts, she has always liked to get to the bottom of it, and now that the boy is standing in front of her, she naturally won't stand still.

The Book of the Dead was pulled out by her, and the black light quietly spread out from the legs and feet of the ghosts and spirits surrounding her.

Confused and surprised, he looked up in surprise, just in time to see Xiaoying smiling and closing the book of the dead, and then said angrily: "That young man was your fiancé before his death?" ”

"No, he's not." Confused shook his head firmly.

The only thing that proves her duplicity is the inferiority complex revealed in those beautiful eyes.

"His name is Yang Xiao, he is an orphan, he was killed by the family you killed a year ago, if I guess correctly, the reason why you were in a hurry to take revenge was because of him."

"I ......"

"Don't deny it, I believe the news found out by the Book of the Dead." Directly interrupting the confused words, Xiaoying unabashedly said that he had the help of the Book of the Dead.

looked at her in surprise, and after a long time, he finally found his voice and asked a sentence: "What is the relationship between you and the young man of Qianji here?" ”

As we all know in the Seven Cities, the Book of the Dead is the weapon of the Thousand Machines Prince, a thousand machines, no desires, no desires, cold as an invisible coolness.

He never smiled at others, and for decades, the only person he cared about was one person.

It is said that she is the shadow master here, and she once liked the patriarch of the Zero Clan, but she died inexplicably three years ago, and she has not been heard from since.

"I don't know." Xiaoying shook her head and answered honestly.

She didn't remember the memories that were sealed by herself, so she naturally didn't know which relatives and friends she had.

Once, the characters in the muddy place said that there were two masters here who were her friends, but there was only one Qianji who came to the cemetery to worship her every year, Xiaoying thought, even if he was his friend, it should be the kind of relationship that was not ordinary.

"And where did you get your Book of the Dead?" Confused asked.

Obviously, she didn't believe Xiaoying's statement.

"He gave it to me." Xiaoying replied honestly: "Every year he comes to worship me on the seventh day of July, and this year it was a full month early, and he left this book and an invitation when he left." ”

"Is the invitation he gave you here?" Confused, he continued to ask.

Xiaoying blinked, and just wanted to nod, the ethereal voice in the muddy place suddenly appeared in her mind: "Don't tell her." ”

Although she didn't understand why the person didn't let herself tell the confusion, Xiaoying shook her head obediently.

Hanging his head in disappointment, he muttered in confusion: "The resentful spirit is indeed a discriminated ghost, and the gods here have no intention of inviting the resentful spirit. ”

"No, since they said that all ghosts and ghosts are welcome, naturally they also include resentful spirits." Xiaoying's dissatisfied rebuttal.

She didn't know what kind of relationship she had with this place, but in short, she always felt unhappy when she heard others criticize this place.

"But I still haven't found a single wraith that has received an invitation."

"Then it must be that the postman ghost brother is lazy." The confusion is reasonable, and Xiaoying's refutation is more affirmative.

Knowing that she could not win the battle, Xiaoying sighed, got up from the grave, and drilled towards another place, without stopping her, Xiaoying watched her leave quickly, and then sat weakly in the grave.

At this meeting where they were arguing, the ghost king had already presided over the meeting and started the draw, because of Xiaoying's special addition, the number of signatures was singular, so if you are lucky, you can directly have a bye to the next round.

The lottery is unknown, and this situation is not a good thing for some people, but according to the Ghost King, the tournament is not only about strength, but also about luck, and it does mean a lot to go on like this.

The entourage took the sign, and when she walked in front of Xiaoying, the confusion had already disappeared in the ghostly spirit, and she didn't know if she continued to pay attention to the teenager in the middle of the circle, so Xiaoying drew the lot casually.

To her surprise, she smoked the one with a bye.

"Xiaoying, congratulations." After confirming the sign in Xiaoying's hand, the attendant pulled Xiaoying up with a smile and brought her to the ghost king.

At this moment, the eyes of all the ghosts moved to her.

She instinctively wanted to escape, but the ghost king grabbed her and forced her back to the position she had deliberately arranged for her before.

According to the rules of the competition, once you win the bye, you can directly draw the next round of the lot, and if you still have a bye, you will continue to draw the next round until the finals.

Of course, the tournament held in the cemetery attracts a lot of ghosts every year, and being able to draw a bye lottery proves that your luck is outstanding, and then the chance to draw another bye in all the lots, throughout the ages, has never been done by a ghostly spirit.

Looking at the lottery holder handed to her by her entourage, Xiaoying looked at the ghost king, and then at the ghosts and ghosts in a circle, and after a long time, she hesitated to stretch out her hand and quickly pulled out a lot.

"Congratulations, another bye." After using the same method to confirm the sign, the attendant smiled again and told him.

Can't believe that she would have such good luck, Xiaoying pulled the lottery in front of her in surprise and took a look, but in her eyes, the lottery was dark and unremarkable, and it was no different from the one in the holder.

"You...... Are you sure? With a wave of the lottery in his hand, Xiaoying asked all the ghosts present questions.

Even if he is as strong as a ghost king, he can't help but stare at his entourage tightly after Xiaoying asked.

Never before had he been stared at with so many eyes, and his entourage trembled nervously.

The more nervous he was, the more confused his brain became, and the ghost king was impatient, so he grabbed him directly and used his unique skill "brain search" to search for the answer to the question.

After making sure that the entourage was not mistaken, the ghost monarch mechanically let go of the entourage and let him fall to the ground, self-regulating for a long time before he remembered that everyone was waiting for his answer.

"Benjun thinks, it's best for everyone to identify it themselves."

After staying in the position of the leader for a long time, the Ghost King naturally knows that even if he says the answer, the ghosts of the Necropolis will believe it, but the Netherworld and other places may not believe it, so the best way is to let them determine for themselves.

Under the command of the ghost king, the entourage who knew how to identify the method began a tense tutorial, fortunately, most of the people who came here to participate in the competition were ghosts with excellent cultivation talents, their strength may not be high, but learning a small identification technique is just a piece of cake.

It took most of the day to teach, and after the unbelieving Charm and Monster successively confirmed that all the signs in Xiaoying's hand were byes, it was already dark.

According to the usual order, the knockout round of the martial arts competition should have started at this time, but this time with the accident of Xiaoying, the time was delayed a lot, but no one came forward to question it.

Only the ghost king has a hard time, but he wants to have a bride earlier, but this martial arts competition is not over, he can't spare time at all, and now he is disturbed by Xiaoying's good luck, but I am afraid that the game will be extended again.

Inadvertently seeing the Ghost Monarch sigh, Xiaoying whispered slightly apologetically: "Lord Ghost Monarch, I didn't mean to. ”

"If you had done it on purpose, Benjun would have thrown you out of the necropolis a long time ago." glared at Xiaoying angrily, and the ghost monarch looked angrily at the sign holder that the entourage handed to Xiaoying again.

Not daring to reach out and draw lots at will, Xiaoying embarrassedly hid her hand behind her back, and timidly looked at the surrounding ghosts with her big dark eyes.

Among the seven cities, which one doesn't want to have good luck, but how many people really have good luck and live happily?

Originally, Xiaoying joined the competition, and everyone complained, previously taken by the spirit of the ghost king, everyone dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and now Xiaoying is relying on this luck to go all the way, but I am afraid that before the game starts, everyone will fight.

Knowing Xiaoying's thoughts, the ghost monarch sighed lightly, and reached out to grab Xiaoying's hand with some hatred, and said, "Draw it, it's best that you can have a bye in this draw, so that you only need to win one game and firmly occupy the hundredth place." ”

Ghost Jun's words are full of temptation for Xiaoying, but it is a miracle to have a bye twice, and Xiaoying really has no confidence that he can have a bye for the third time.

"You want this pick to have a bye too?" Suddenly, this ethereal voice sounded in her heart.

Knowing that it was the one who was in the muddy, Xiaoying let out a "hmm" in the bottom of his heart.

She didn't know exactly where that person was, but she believed that if it was him, there would be a way to help her get a bye.

"I didn't notice it before, but you cheat sometimes." The ethereal voice had a slight smile.

A very simple sentence made Xiaoying's originally pale face dyed crimson.

Without thinking about it, Xiaoying retorted directly in her heart: "That must be because I'm too lazy to cheat." ”

"That's right, you don't have many hobbies, except for reading stories and telling stories, all you have to do is sleep."

"You seem to know me well?"

"Of course." The ethereal voice was a little smug, as if to prove something, and he continued, "You want to occupy the hundredth place in order to leave the Necropolis, right?" ”

"So what?" When arguing with the voice in her heart, Xiaoying stretched out her hand and drew a lot, and before she could look at it, the ghost spirit who was close to her snatched the lottery.

After everyone took turns to appraise it, the ghost king saw that Xiaoying was still drawing lots, his dark eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he had to snatch the lottery back for her personally.

When grabbing the lottery, the ghost king did not forget to "brainwash" the ghostly ghost, and after making sure that it was another bye sign, he twitched the corners of his mouth and sat back in silence.