Not everyone in the Guishou Heavenly Palace lives in the 'Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang' four-character house, and there are some special people who have built their own houses in various permitted places within the Heavenly Palace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Such people are extremely terrifying existences within the Heavenly Palace.

Mo Chong knelt quietly in front of a grass hut, trembling under the hot sun, his body trembling slightly.

The sun is shining, the grass is green, and the energy is greedily absorbed. In such weather, it shouldn't have been cold.

He really felt the cold, because bursts of pale black yin qi wafted out from the grass hut, like a tangled silk thread, entangled and swirled in the air, and surrounded him tightly.

The chill born from his heart, the terrible cry echoed in his ears from time to time, and the ugly visions that made people numb constantly appeared in front of him.

But he couldn't retreat, he was tricked by Ye Buqun and Wang Xuan, he had endless anger in his heart, he wanted to take revenge, and he took revenge with his master Mo Yang's share.

For Law Enforcement Elder Ye Buqun, he had no way to trouble him, which made him even more resentful of Wang Xuan. This anger that was enough to make him grit his teeth squeezed out all the bravery in his body, but this yin was unabated, and he could clearly feel this inhuman pain, so the resentment in his heart deepened.

Ten years of Yangshou was finally taken away, and at this time, Mo Chong's temples turned pale, but he didn't care, because he knew that the pain he endured would definitely be doubled in Wang Xuan.

I have to say that hatred is really a magical thing, he can make a person who has fallen back the strength to regain his life, but he can also alienate a normal person into the most terrifying devil.

Before he came to this thatched hut, he had already prepared his mind.

Not anyone dared to come to this hut with some hatred.

First of all, you have to give ten years of life to have the opportunity to say what you want, such as who you want to kill, or who you want to destroy.

At this time, Mo Chong clearly met the first condition.

Killing was not allowed in the Heavenly Palace, but this person was different.

If he wanted to kill anyone, no one would be able to stop him, just because he was a ghost king, even if he was a powerhouse in the Void Realm, he would not easily provoke an existence!

So if you want to ask him to kill someone, the price is extremely expensive, not only that, but it also depends on his mood, if his mood is good, then it is relatively easy to ask him to kill, but if he is in a bad mood, it is not only difficult to ask him to kill, but also his life will be in danger.

Compared with Mo Chong, Mo Yang's hatred for Wang Xuan is even stronger, but he has to come, because Mo Yang has promised him that if he can get rid of Wang Xuan, then he will meet one of Mo Chong's conditions.

The tendency between interests, the link between hatreds, ties everything together.

"Who are you?"

The sound was like a ghost, with the horror of Netherworld and Hell, but it dispersed all the black qi around Mo Chong.

Mo Chong, who had regained consciousness, was overjoyed when he heard this voice, and hurriedly said.

"Mo Chong!"

Mo Chong's luck is indeed good, he knows that the Ghost Monarch is in a good mood at this moment, if it is usual, even if he absorbs ten years of life, the Ghost Monarch will not say a word.

"You brought what I wanted. ”

There was also a weakness in the voice of the Ghost King, like the dying swan song of an extremely weak person on the verge of death.

Mo Chong didn't dare to move a bit, although he couldn't see the Ghost Monarch, but he knew that the Ghost Monarch must be watching him at this moment.

He took out a gourd from his pocket that Mo Yang had given him in advance, the gourd made of white jade was exquisitely clear, and there were faint golden veins on it, and there were incomprehensible symbols on it, just by looking at it, it could make people's souls fall and be unable to extricate themselves.

The gourd suddenly flew up in the air, and after it sank into the grass hut like a cloud-piercing arrow, there was no sound.

After a while, Mo Chong's bloodshot eyes came with a burst of sleepiness, and the warm sunlight brought him warmth and seduced out the weakness in his body.

He held back, and his anger seemed to be extinguished at any moment, even though he had knelt at the door of the hut for a day and a night.

No one had ever seen the Ghost King, his employer hadn't, and the people he was going to kill were already dead, so naturally no one knew what he looked like.

One might ask, why does such a scourge exist in such a sacred place of the Academy?

Countless people wanted to sue the upper echelons of the academy and expel this scourge from the Heavenly Palace, but the upper echelons of the Heavenly Palace did not reply, they just replied with a sentence-

Where there are immortals, there are demons, and immortals and demons coexist, irresistible.

But he's not a demon, he's a ghost.

There are many people who want to slay demons and preach, but none of them fail.

Either you become an idiot, or you will live in fear until you step through the door of death.

How long he existed, no one knows, when he began to exist, no one knows.

He never brings benefits to the Heavenly Palace, but he exists, just like the eighth pawnshop exists in the world.

So everyone was afraid of him, and people began to know his name, and they came to the door with hatred, giving their lives, begging.

Some succeed, some fail.

Today, Mo Chong seems to be on the verge of success.

Finally, there was a coughing sound from the grass hut, as if the people in the house were about to die, but Mo Chong didn't think so, the people in the grass hut looked like this every time, and his information was always accurate.

And when he coughs, it means that the deal has entered the final stage.

"What else?"

This sentence was like a chain of life, reaching Mo Chong's ears.

Mo Chong didn't expect it to be these three words, and in his intelligence, these three words never appeared.

This frightened him, and people will always feel fear of the unknown, let alone say it from the mouth of the ghost king.

He shivered again, the sun was shining, there was no black air enveloping him, but he was cold, as cold as if he was about to die.

"Hehe, don't be afraid, I'm joking with you. ”

There was a chuckle, like a man and a woman, for the laughter was sometimes rough, sometimes as clear and pleasant as a silver bell.

The cold sweat had soaked through his clothes, and he didn't even dare to breathe, it was like an evil spirit explaining his crime in front of Hades, and it was impossible to describe the extreme discomfort.

"Who are you going to kill?"

Mo Chong blurted out without hesitation.

"The king's choice. ”

His tone was no longer as firm as it had been, because now the anger in his heart had been extinguished, and he just wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible.

Hatred made him kneel here and beg, but now hatred seemed so insignificant.

He suddenly had an idea, and it was approved by every drop of blood in his body.

If he could suffer a little less, he would be willing to die. (To be continued.) )