Just as I was about to overflow the relics, Xiao Ai's remaining spiritual intent grabbed me tightly, and the two forces were tearing apart, maintaining a difficult balance.

Xiao Ai's spiritual sense became weaker and weaker, and when he couldn't hold me a little, suddenly it was like a drop of water, "whooshing" into my soul body consciousness, and it was quickly blending.

At this moment, I suddenly felt strong and full of energy.

I actually resisted the powerful resentment of the human head and returned to the relics. The experience just now was so thrilling that it was almost ruined at the hands of a human head.

By this time, it was calm outside, and the shouting of the heads had stopped. Wang Qiang calmly resealed the human head into the wooden box, and then put it in the backpack.

Zhang Hong sat across from him dumbfounded, and after a long time, he stood up, sighed, and said, "I've studied séance for nearly half a year, but I'm still not as good as you." Lao Wang, you have been smarter than me since you were a child, and you originally thought that you could be better than you in mana cultivation, but now you look at it, it is still a step behind. You've passed my test. ”

Wang Qiang carried his backpack: "When can I see the ghost king?" ”

"You take a rest here first, and I'll take you to see the Ghost King tomorrow morning." Zhang Hong's expression was a little depressed.

Wang Qiang carried his backpack into the wooden house and rested. Zhang Hong hesitated in place for a long time, and slowly walked towards the mansion of the ghost king in front of him.

Wang Qiang lay on the hard bed and soon fell asleep. The night passed, and the next morning, when I woke up, there was a gray mist floating outside the window.

Wang Qiang sat on the bed for a while, the door opened, and Zhang Hong walked in, looking a little haggard, especially the two eyes were a little blue.

He said, "The Ghost King wants to see you."

Wang Qiang sat quietly for a moment, stood up, and walked out with his backpack on his back. Looking at this wasteland during the day, it is still a little gloomy, the sun in Penang is very good, but it does not illuminate this place, and I always feel that the fog is dense and eerie.

Zhang Hong took Wang Qiang all the way forward, and walked for a long time before passing through this corpse kiln. In front of the mansion, a predator like Wang Qiang was actually a little nervous, and the surroundings were cold, as if this was not a place for people to live, but to a morgue.

Zhang Hong opened the back door and said softly, "Master is seeing a guest, don't disturb him when we go." ”

Wang Qiang nodded, indicating that he understood.

Inside the door, there is a large living room, in Southeast Asian style, the walls are full of garlands, under the garlands are altars and jars, some are translucent, you can see embalming liquid, soaked in the corpses of children. In addition to these things, there are also some high and low statues of ghosts and gods, I can't tell which school they are, they all look with a strong Southeast Asian style, and all of them are very charming.

As soon as he entered here, Wang Qiang felt a little dizzy. Even I felt a lot of resentment. This place is simply the base camp of ghosts and ghosts, equivalent to the underworld in another sense, and as a soul body, I have instinctive fear.

In the living room sat a woman in a dress, probably in her twenties, very charming, dusty, bare-legged and smoking.

She saw that Zhang Hong said a few words, what should be inquiring, Zhang Hong talked to her. The two said a few words, and the woman stood up and walked to the second floor.

Zhang Hong looked at Wang Qiang and said: "This is the current wife of the Ghost King, she is a powerful character, when she flatters you, you must not follow." ”

Wang Qiang smiled faintly and did not speak.

Zhang Hong stared at him: "Really Lao Wang, I feel that you have become too much, is it the reason for practicing the dark witch method?" He sighed and shook his head, "Neither of us can go back to the way we were." ”

After a short time, the woman walked down barefoot and said a few words in the waxy Southeast Asian language. Zhang Hong said: "The ghost king asked us to go up, what should we do when we get to it, you look at my eyes." ”

Wang Qiang followed Zhang Hong to the second floor, in fact, the space in the ghost king's house is quite large, but there are too many things, all kinds of magic weapons, gods and ghosts statues and embalming liquid bottles of human corpses, and when he arrives here, he can clearly feel that Wang Qiang's head is very heavy and dizzy.

He frowned slightly, and tried to suppress his discomfort.

When they arrived at a white wooden door, the woman opened the door and motioned for Zhang Hong and Wang Qiang to enter. Walking into the door, the inner room is not large, with bottles and cans on all sides, and a valuable blanket is spread on the ground, and two people sit on the blanket.

The one on the left should be the ghost king, thin and tall, with a very strange shaved hairstyle, a flat head in front, and half-length hair shoulder-length in the back, and his face is engraved with mantras, densely packed and incomprehensible. Sitting opposite sat a woman, dressed in a kimono, obviously Japanese, with high hair in a bun, eyebrows and sideburns with a touching look, and a unique femininity.

Zhang Hong took Wang Qiang in, and the ghost king and the Japanese woman ignored them.

Zhang Hong was very discerning and took Wang Qiang to sit in the corner.

The Japanese woman said something to the ghost king in Southeast Asian, and the ghost king was extremely impatient, and his tone was already bad, so he should have rejected something and let the woman leave.

In fact, the ghost king is quite principled, he will not bow his head indiscriminately because someone angers him, his emotions and expressions are actually the same as ordinary people under normal circumstances.

The Japanese woman stood up with a smile, not angry, and raised her eyes to look at Zhang Hong and Wang Qiang. She walked out.

When she walked out, the ghost king looked at Zhang Hong and Wang Qiang, and sniffed Zhang Hong in an inquiring tone, Zhang Hong said to Wang Qiang, "The ghost king let you pass." ”

Wang Qiang stood up with his backpack, and unexpectedly he did not walk towards the ghost king, but left the house.

The ghost king was very strange, and looked at Zhang Hong with an inquiring look. Zhang Hong's face was red, and he quickly said sorry and chased out.

The two went downstairs one after the other, and Wang Qiang stared closely at the Japanese woman walking in front of him, watching the woman go out of the room.

He was about to follow, but Zhang Hong grabbed him and whispered, "Are you crazy?" What are you doing? Why did you leave when you finally saw the ghost king? ”

Wang Qiang was unsettled: "I know that Japanese woman." ”

Zhang Hong was incredulous: "Lao Wang, is it really fake? That woman is the general of the Nine Generals Gate in Japan, I heard that she is still the leader of a faction, and she has never set foot outside of Japan, how can you know her? ”

Wang Qiang thought for a while: "Maybe I confessed my mistake." ”

"Hurry up," Zhang Hong said: "The ghost king is still waiting for you, his old man's temper is not very good, if you want to provoke him, it is difficult to say what the consequences are." ”

Zhang Hong pulled him upstairs again to see the ghost king.

My heart is pounding, Wang Qiang is about to assassinate the ghost king, and now it has reached the point where he can see the poor dagger.

When he arrived in the secret room, Wang Qiang sat opposite the ghost king, who spoke very slowly and pronounced well, which was in stark contrast to his ugly and old face. Zhang Hong translated on the side: "The ghost king wants to see the head you brought. ”

Wang Qiang put the backpack in front of him, unzipped it and took out the wooden box, then opened the lid and took out the head.

What the ghost king said, Zhang Hong sighed and translated: "He said that this person is so resentful. ”

Wang Qiang pushed the head in the direction of the ghost king, Zhang Hong came over and hugged the head and sent it to the ghost king's side, the ghost king touched the hair of the human head, picked up a slender vial from the coffee table next to him, took off the cork, and poured out a wet oil-like thing from it and fell on the hair.

The human head slowly opened his eyes, and then his lips moved again.

The Ghost King put the vial and asked Zhang Hong to take a dish from the table next to him, which was covered with dark yellow medicinal powder, especially like a special seasoning from the Middle East. The ghost king grabbed a handful of yellow powder and put it in his mouth, chewed it vigorously, and then spit it on the human head, the whole human head was dripping, and the yellow powder and the ghost king's saliva slowly flowed down the human head's face.

Finally, the ghost king rubbed his hands together and poured the remaining little medicine on the hair of the human head.

He commanded Zhang Hong, who went to the table next to him and picked up an empty plate, carefully placed the human head on it, and then placed it under a Hinayana Buddha, where it was placed for worship.

The ghost king wiped his mouth with a towel and said a few words to Wang Qiang.

Zhang Hong translated: "The ghost king knows your situation, and he wants to make sure again, whether you want a bounty of 500,000 ringgit, or do you want to worship him as a teacher." ”

Wang Qiang said something that made Zhang Hong feel incredible. Wang Qiang said: "I don't want anything, I just want to ask the ghost king a question, and ask him to tell me what the Japanese woman came to do with him just now." ”

Zhang Hong's eyes widened: "Are you crazy?" Such a great opportunity, why don't you ask him for something better? What do you care about Japanese women? ”

At this time, the ghost king was a little dissatisfied and scolded Zhang Hong loudly, probably because he found out that Zhang Hong was talking to Wang Qiang in private behind his back. Zhang Hong had no choice, so he translated Wang Qiang's request truthfully.

The ghost king looked at Wang Qiang, said slowly, and said a sentence that Zhang Hong translated beside him, "This Japanese woman came to me to let me join their alliance and deal with the Chinese together." I couldn't have been in such an alliance, so she asked me to have a fight, and we were betting with our lives. ”

Obviously, Zhang Hong had never heard of such a thing, and he looked at the ghost king in a daze.

Wang Qiang was silent for a moment and said, "You can not fight this way." ”

The Ghost King smiled and did not speak.

Zhang Hong sighed: "Lao Wang, obviously you don't know the rules of the wizarding circle, you should not do this fight, everyone will deal with you." And if outsiders know that the ghost king is instigated and dare not fight, his reputation will be ruined. ”