"The brave man who becomes an evil dragon is never alone."

Zhong Ming shook his head, sighed, and wiped the Karakuri crossbow in his hand, the old ghost had never been attached to the pioneers of that generation, and he was just an ordinary undead who was weak and couldn't help himself.

It's a pity that it was bound layer by layer, and no one knew why, but under the order of the pioneer, no one touched that terrible taboo.

At this moment, in the central area of the ghost music capital, the old ghost knew why the generations of pioneers would strictly prohibit any undead from stepping into the handsome realm, but he did not have the slightest fear in his heart, what was abnormal was an inexplicable excitement, after being dead for many years, he knew at this moment that he had never lived as real as at this moment, even if it was only for a moment.

Da Da...

I don't know how long time has passed, and the old ghost stands in the center of the hall quietly waiting for the bell to ring.

Zhong Ming took the Karakuri crossbow in his hand and finally walked in front of him.

The two of them didn't have any extra words, and the old ghost had already piled up a strange chessboard in front of him, and each chess piece on it was burning with a faint blue ghost fire.

When Zhong Ming saw this scene, he shook his head helplessly, didn't say anything, and sat quietly opposite him.

"You're finally here."

Zhong Ming held a basket of chess pieces, and did not reply, the chess pieces were extremely hot, and he could feel the terrible heat in his hand.

But Zhong Ming, as if he hadn't noticed, cleverly threw a chess piece on the chessboard outlined by the line of fire.

Da Da...

The bones of the old ghost Senbai struck on the chessboard, and there was a strange sound, the two of them had an inexplicable tacit understanding, without a word of conversation, after a confrontation, Zhong Ming threw the chess box in his hand aside, turned around and said:

"You've lost."

The old ghost touched his non-existent beard and sighed helplessly.

Zhong Ming still turned his back to him and said:

"How does it feel to be handsome?"

"Happy, I've never lived like this."

Zhong Ming took the Karakuri crossbow in his hand, and the old ghost didn't need to dodge, and let the ten thousand arrows be shot into the repeater from Zhong Ming's hand.

Click...

"Ahh

After the sound of the gears turning, there was a sound of bones cracking on the old ghost's body, and he began to hold his head and howl in pain.

Zhong Ming didn't know when a wine jug appeared in his hand, he walked quietly in front of the old ghost, the wine jug was placed horizontally from his hand, and the wine slid down the spout.

Whoa...

The sound of running water was not strong, but it was exceptionally clear, and beyond the screams, only the sound of flowing water could be heard.

I don't know how long time has passed, Zhong Ming picked up a jet-black bone on the ground, silently shattered it, and then with the wind and sand, the bone disappeared in his hand.

"Come out, it's not a good habit to eavesdrop behind others."

Dressed in red, his posture was a little trembling, but his pink face was full of fear, although it was also inexplicably coquettish, but Zhong Ming picked up his wine jug and poured it as if he had never seen it, and then said:

"Are you afraid?"

For some reason, Mo Hongyi, who was still trembling, didn't know where the strength came from, rushed up and hugged Zhong Ming, as if holding some treasure, Zhong Ming was stunned, and didn't push her away, just put down the wine jug in his hand, and then picked up the unconscious girl in his arms with both hands.

"Are you God?"

The little boy cowered and stuck his head out from behind the door of the main hall, and after looking at Zhong Ming holding Mo Hongyi in his arms and not seeming to be a threat, he walked out boldly.

Zhong Ming put the beauty in his arms on the stone table beside him, then touched the little boy's head and said:

"Little one, have you heard a story?"

The little boy was a little annoyed, pushed Zhong Ming's hand away and said, "I'm not called the little guy, my name is Mo Tan." ”

Zhong Ming ignored the child in front of him, and the wine jug in his hand poured out the wine rhythmically, pouring a drop at a time, and a few taels at a time, I don't know how long time has passed.

When the little boy felt that he was about to be dazzled, Zhong Ming finally threw the wine jug in his hand and smashed it on the ground.

The liquor flew up, sketching a map in the air with only one corner, followed by a dragon chant at a certain point.

"This, what is this."

The little boy Mo Tan was a little scared, looked at his sister on the stone table, and then looked at Zhong Ming, and asked boldly.

Zhong Ming didn't rush to answer, he took out a wine jug again out of nowhere, and took a sip before he spoke:

"There was once an undead who tried to reincarnate as a human being, and he collected a lot of information recorded in all the ancient books, and also flipped through the news on the scroll made of bone dragon bones, but it's a pity."

Speaking of this, Zhong Ming looked at the map in the air and continued: "After all, he was one step behind, and at the end of the door, he discovered the life-control problem of all the undead cultivation exercises.

"In all the exercises, the undead believe that their strength will always increase, and the undead's body will bring about an almost immortal longevity that will give them countless time to improve their strength.

So much so that no one paid attention to the origin of all the exercises, and the moment the master found out, it was already too late.

"The reason why this place is on the verge of extinction is not because there has never been a strong person, but because the entire world of the undead is a natural stove, and the undead are naturally the materials in it.

"From the moment you become a handsome, you have the capital to become food.

"From the moment the old ghost became a handsome, he found that his body had completely lost its strength, and even the weakest dry bones could easily wipe it out.

"All he has set up this feast, and only I will attend."

Zhong Ming seemed to be a little tired of speaking, took another sip of wine and continued:

"The dry bone that is almost burned out is he who has been stripped of nutrients, and he has even had his soul fire drained, so he is so thin and weak like an old man in the twilight."

The little boy nodded as if he didn't understand, and then said in hindsight:

"You're not going to kill me, are you?"

Zhong Ming smiled helplessly, with a tired look in his eyes, it is not so easy to have someone who can tell the past like listening to a story.

Thinking of this, Zhong Ming remembered the record in that essay again, and a little chill involuntarily rose in his heart.

Zhong Xin's essay: I once laid a very strange place, my father-in-law said that the undead there are incurable waste bones.

Unable to understand it, I chose to become one of them to find out.

The first time, I transformed into a dry bone, trampled by ghost soldiers thirty-three times, beaten twenty-six times by a passing carriage of the undead, and shattered three times, but I didn't see once, as my father-in-law said, incorrigible.

So I can't help but suspect that although the place I created was barbaric, it was not the great horror that my father-in-law said.

The second time, I changed into a ghost soldier, I died on the battlefield, won meritorious deeds, and was also appreciated by ghost generals, and was invited by many people, is it my father-in-law's mistake?

I shook my head, no, my father-in-law looked confident with a feather fan, how could there be a trace of weakness, thinking that he had never missed anything, I secretly made a decision.

The third time, I turned into a ghost general, was killed in the ring forty-seven times, became a henchman under the command of the ghost king three hundred and seventeen times, and drank and talked with the ghost king seven times.

Not once have I felt the crippled bones, not even the weakest of the dry bones, and I have never felt the utter of utter ruin in them......

Zhong Ming didn't look at them one by one, and Zhong Xin's cumbersome essays like a diary didn't give any useful information, until he turned to the page of Ghost Shuai, and the essay in his hand almost fell to the ground.

That page is circled by the heart of the clock, as if it is marking something, and I don't know what it is, but I can feel the opportunity in it.

Zhong Xin's essay: Finally, I discovered the secret that my father-in-law never talked about, every time the ghost reaches the handsome level, the soul will become inexplicably empty, and all the matter in it has become a pure air current, which seems to be supporting this world.

But in fact, this is not the case, the life underground, the life that was defeated by me and survived, is in an unknown form, extracting the spiritual power of all the undead who have reached the ghost level.

The entire plane is his predatory ground, and only those who have reached the level of ghost handsome are qualified to be his food.

I've been to the place where the being is sleeping, and it's not conscious, and it's not in contact with anyone, but this unusual discovery is enough to make me conclude that it once had an owner.

There seems to be something recorded in the back of the essay, but it is clear that Zhong Ming can't get all of its approval now, so he can't open it, so when Zhong Ming closed the essay and pondered for a long time.

In the end, a decision was made to send a signal to the entire undead world not to impact the handsome rank.

However, the issuance of this signal has inexplicably brought about the wind and rain, and the five major forces that have been clinging to the pioneer, Mrs. Gu Ling began to try to be on an equal footing with Zhong Ming because of her half-step handsome strength, and the old ghost directly planned to replace him.

Although the other forces still respected Zhong Ming, this kind of imminent action was enough to break the hard-won peace of the entire undead world.

"Shouldn't I be so busy?"

Zhong Ming pulled Mo Tan's face, he was angry, he opened his teeth and claws, and then shook his head, a firelight flashed, the ground opened and slowly collapsed, Zhong Ming picked up Mo Hongyi and said:

"Let's go, from now on, there are only four of the five ghost kings left."

Mo Tan looked at Zhong Ming blankly, nodded as if he didn't understand, and then walked out behind Zhong Ming.

"Big news, big news."

An undead took out a strange bone plate and shouted:

"The latest big news, a purple orchid coin."

The information in the Youlan world is not smooth, so the first-hand news of the bone newspaper is extremely precious, a bunch of people gathered behind the skeleton who sold the newspaper, but it seemed that they couldn't take out so much money, they were all waiting quietly, waiting for such a person, to pay for the newspaper.

This is the unspoken rule of the undead world, the newspaper that the first person buys, the news will be the earliest, but naturally it is also the most expensive, and after the first newspaper is sold, the price will naturally slowly drop to normal.