The man's face. There was no skin, no muscles, no eyeballs, and no lips.

This. Just a skull's head. Those two big, empty eye holes. And that jaw bone. Look. It's horrible and disgusting.

This. Not alone at all. This. It's a skeleton in a black robe.

"You. . . Who are you?" Murong Hong's voice trembled.

"You don't know me. I. It's the mountain ghost king. It's the demon king you're looking for. Hahaha." The skeleton laughed loudly.

"Ahh Mountain Ghost King." Murong Hong was taken aback. I suddenly understood." That. That Dong Qingqing. It's you who change."

"That's right. MURONG Hong. You can't imagine it. We'll meet this way. Hahaha. You will transform. I'm going to transform too. It's just that. My transformation can be controlled at will. It's much stronger than the uncontrollable tattered transformation technique that your master, the Medicine Ghost King, taught you." The Mountain Ghost King laughed arrogantly. I advise you to obey me. Although I can't use Dong Qingqing's body to suck your Yuan Jing. But if I want to destroy you. That's easy too. Merely. I'm a kind-hearted man. Don't want to kill. As long as you are willing to submit to my Lord of the Mountain Ghost King. I'll spare your life. You follow me. I won't do you any wrong."

"Phew. Good and evil are not at odds." Murong Hong scolded. Mountain Ghost King. You're going to die of this heart. The master is dead. Nor will you be your lackey.

"You want to fight me." The Mountain Ghost King said angrily. Last time. I took your body. Cast out your soul. Don't you know how good I am?"

"Hmph. You devil who only attacks people from behind. Except for that sneaky trick. What else would you do." Murong Hong was also annoyed." Look at the moves."

Murong Hong stretched out the fingers of his right hand and flicked it. A white light. And flew towards the skeleton.

"It's really beyond my means." The Mountain Ghost King stretched out his right hand. He caught the white light with his bare five phalanges.

Followed by. He had five finger bones together. The white light was gathered into a white ball of light. It was in the metacarpal bone of his hand.

"What." Murong Hong was shocked.

The opponent actually took his own yang finger. The strength of the other side. Far more terrifying than he could have imagined.

"Look at my whip." Murong Hong stretched out his right hand. And there was an extra whip in his hand.

Smack. The whip is like a swimming dragon. Threw it towards the Mountain Ghost King.

The mountain ghost king does not run away either. Reach out your other hand to pick it up. He actually dragged this ghost whip in his hand.

"Ahh What." Murong Gong was completely dumbfounded.

This beating ghost whip ghost whip. Name implies. As long as it's a ghost. Don't say it's been drawn. That's a little bit of wind that blows up the whip of the devil. I want the skin to be opened. But since this mountain ghost king is also a ghost. Why aren't you afraid of this whip?

He was stunned. The other party has already shouted. And he snatched away the whip of the devil. Caught in his own hands.

"It's my turn." The Mountain Ghost King's hand shook. The ghost whip came towards Murong Hong instead.

"Not good. I'm flashing." Murong Hong saw that the situation was not good. Turn around and run.

But. It's too late to escape at this point. I could only hear the sound of the whip cutting through the sky behind me. Murong Hong's back was slammed by something. A sharp and hot pain. Followed by. His upper body. From chest to waist. They were all wrapped around the whip a few times. No matter how much he struggles. But I just can't break free.

Behind. Heavy footsteps were heard. Click. Click. That's not the sound of leather shoes on the ground. But it was the sound of a skeleton moving on the ground.

Murong Hong turned his head. But I saw the skeleton in a black robe. Step by step, I got closer to myself.

Come on. Run.

But no matter how hard he tried. I can't break free from this whip. This whip was originally his weapon. Right now. but it became a cord to him. I have to say it's a big joke.

Suddenly. Murong Hong's back. Seems to be caught in something. He looked back. I was almost scared and screamed out again.

The skeleton has put two metacarpal bones. It's all on his shoulders.

"Lang Jun. Do you want me to serve you?" At this time. A delicate voice said.

Murong Hong took another look. This skeleton turned into Dong Qingqing's appearance again. She was squinting at those peach blossom eyes. looked at Murong Hong very softly.

"No. Don't."

"It's up to you. MURONG Hong. I'm going to waste all your efforts right now." The voice. Suddenly, it became eerie again.

Suddenly. A sharp stinging pain. Just crossed Murong Hong's shoulder. All the way up to the entire back.

Don't. Am I really going to die this time.

Murong Hong didn't understand what was going on. I just felt like something had hit the top of my head. This one smashed. It hurts a little more than the pain in my back.

His eyes were dark. And he passed out??????

Rainwater. Dripping on the head, face, body. One drop, two drops. Then. Boom. The rain was pouring down.

This. It's been autumn since then. One of the most violent rainstorms ever fell in Gangnam City.

Icy and bursting pouring rain. finally woke up Murong Hong who was in a coma.

He opened his eyes. only to find yourself lying in a garbage can. The body is surrounded by foul-smelling garbage. Look around again. This is a garbage dump. Dumpsters like this are all over the place. It looks like a lonely and cold grave.

How could I be here.

Mutilated and interrupted memories. All point to the same place, Building 8 of Moon Villa. and the same person, the woman named Dong Qingqing.

No. Her name is not Dong Qingqing. She. It's the mountain ghost king who changed.

Murong Hong's memories have come back. He struggled to get up from the dumpster. But I found that the back was still stinging.

He looked back. But to his astonishment: his entire back. From the shoulders all the way down to the entire back. It was all blood. Then. His head was buzzing, too.

What's wrong with me. My back hurts. The head hurts too.

He finally remembered. I was attacked from behind again by the Mountain Ghost King just now. This time. The other party did not take away his soul. Instead, it seems to have been inserted into his shoulders and back with some sharp weapon.

But. Why did the Mountain Ghost King leave me alive? Why didn't he take the opportunity to kill me? He did. And for what?

Murong Hong didn't have time to think about it. Because it's raining so hard. It was as if he had been swept away by the overhead shower in the bathroom. It's all drenched into soup chicken. Even. It's worse than a soup chicken. for the blood on his body had been mixed with the rain. I can't tell where the rain is. Where is the blood. The feeling of blood sticking tightly to your body. Icy and tingling.

Endured severe pain in his body. Murong Hong took a heavy step. Go ahead.

But his legs and feet seemed to disobey him. Heavy and incomparable. It's as if it's tied to a lead bar. The footsteps of the past are incomparably light. It's also slowing down.

"My legs can't do it anymore. Come on. Wishful Flying." Murong Hong took up his thoughts. I'm going to conjure up a car. I hid in the car.

But this time. He uses his mind no matter what. But I just can't change anything.

What's wrong with me. Don't. Am I already dead?

Murong Hong was stunned. Spread your hands. He lowered his head and looked at it.

This is on both hands. Mixed with rain and blood. It looks like a red patch. But it's not a transparent hand. It's flesh and blood. A real pair of hands.

Murong Hong breathed a sigh of relief. Original. I am indeed alive. It's not a soul without a body. The Mountain Ghost King didn't take his body again.

But. Why is this body still there? But he can't use his mana.

The sharp pain behind it. It's starting to flare up again.

Helpless. Murong Hong had to use the two legs of the most primitive means of human transportation as a car. Staggered out of the area that had been washed away by the torrential rain and littered with garbage. Over here. It has become a water town in Zeguo. Instant flooding of water. It's almost submerged to Murong Hong's knees.

Front. A little light appeared. It's a light from a small house. In that house. There should be someone.

See that light. Murong Hong seemed to see hope. And he walked towards the place.

Heavy rain. still hit him. Poured on his back. He felt the pain in his back even more. His hands and feet became numb. Every step is so hard.

Finally. He still endured the pain. Walked to the door of the house. Door. Tightly closed.

"Open. Open the door." Murong Hong banged on the door. Screaming loudly. But. But no one answered him.

He couldn't hold it anymore. The whole person pounced. fell to the ground. collapsed in front of the door.

Murong Hong's consciousness disappeared little by little. He was so tired. And he fell asleep again??????

I don't know how long it took. Murong Hong finally woke up. only to find that he was lying on a hospital bed. There is still a hanging bottle hanging in his hand.

"Ahh He was stunned. Look around.

This is the emergency room of a hospital. But it wasn't the emergency room of the First Hospital he was familiar with.

In this emergency room. There are also a few hospital beds. There were a few screaming in pain lying on it. Or a patient who has passed out and won't call.

"Nurse. Nurse." Murong Hong shouted.

A nurse who is busy hears a voice. Walked over.

"What's wrong with you?" The little nurse asked.

"I. Where am I?"

"This is Hospital No. 7."

"The Seventh Hospital." Murong Hong was stunned. How could I be here."

"You were brought in by 120 ambulance. Oh. Don't move. You're covered in wounds. If you do, you're in trouble. You lie down well. I'll take you to the operating room for skin grafting." The nurse said.

"What. Skin grafting." Murong Hong was stunned. Why should I have a skin graft."

"You have extensive burns all over your body. The wound was drenched in heavy rain again. How can this be done without skin grafting?"

"What." Murong Hong was stunned. I. I got burned. This. How is this possible?"

"How could it be. You can see for yourself." The nurse frowned.

After Murong Hong woke up. I really haven't seen what I'm like now.

He looked down. But he screamed in fright.

Those patients in the emergency room. And their families. And those nurses. I turned my head when I heard the sound. But. As soon as they saw this screaming patient on this bed. They all turned their faces in fright.

This patient. It's really horrible.

His whole body burned beyond recognition. The whole face doesn't look like a face anymore. It's like black charcoal. The whole body. It's like being soldered with a soldering iron. It looks shocking.

Compared to those who are terrified. Murong Hong was shocked at the moment. It's even more indescribable.

Odd. How could I burn like this? But. Didn't I just get my back cut by the mountain ghost king? I don't feel like I'm burned by fire. If it's on fire. I don't feel it at all.

This. What the hell is going on?