The real daughter of the group pet is actually a Taoist boss

Yin Qi overflowed from the ghost king's fingers, and the calm pool of blood surged up, and the bone inside made a shrill cry, as if it was about to pierce the eardrum in the next second.

Hearing these cries, the ghost king laughed even more wantonly.

Satisfied, he turned and walked forward.

After bypassing the front hall and passing through a forest of strange stones, they came to a stone cave.

Chu Luo looked at the cave and wrote a letter to bury Shenyuan.

Burying God Abyss?

"This is my treasure house."

As soon as he entered the cave, Chu Luo saw dozens of scarecrows hanging above the cave, all of which had their names and birthdays written on them.

A gold thread is wrapped before every two scarecrows.

When he got closer, Chu Luo realized that it was not a golden thread, but a thread made of talisman paper.

"Huo Xiaoming, Huo Xiaoming..."

The ghost king lit among these scarecrows, "I found it."

He hooked a pair of scarecrows towards him with a flick of his finger, "No wonder his face looks familiar to me, the horoscope has already been sent to me."

The Ghost King held the scarecrow and shook his head at Chu Luo, "It's been less than two years since it was delivered. It's no wonder, otherwise such a lucky person, how dare those errands kidnap him back."

He shook both scarecrows in his hand.

At a glance, Chu Luo saw Tao Bei and his birth date written on another scarecrow.

"This is……"

"Luck!" The ghost king said it as a matter of course, "There are many people with great luck in this world. They have merit, purple energy, golden light... There are actually many people who want these things."

Chu Luo took two scarecrows and examined them carefully.

These talisman papers were indeed slowly smuggling Huo Xiaoming's luck to Tao Bei.

"It's sorcery."

The ghost king gave a low laugh, "It's sorcery, so what?"

Yin Qi overflowed from his fingers, and the Yin Qi entangled and danced around his fingertips, changing in thousands of ways.

It can be seen how proficient he is in controlling Yin Qi.

Chu Luo tried to cut the talisman paper thread with spiritual power, but found that the thread could not be moved at all.

She held up the bronze sword with fierce sword energy, and slashed fiercely at the talisman paper line connecting the two scarecrows.

The thread of the talisman flashed golden light, but remained motionless.

The ghost king looked at her with a smile, and he shrugged his shoulders and said after Chu Luo had hacked three times: "This is not an ordinary talisman, nor is it an ordinary rune."

He quickly wrote in the air with his fingers. Although he only wrote with Yin Qi, Chu Luo could still see how powerful the runes were.

"This is a divine talisman. How can a mortal get it by any means?"

Rune?

If it is a talisman, how can this ghost king write it?

With a wave of his hand, the ghost king brought back the two scarecrows, and hung them up slowly, saying, "I didn't know before that he was a person who borrowed luck, but now I know, I won't treat him like that." How is it?"

"We have to wait for the luck on his body to be borrowed before we can start."

"The soul of great luck is a great tonic."

Chu Luo's hand holding the bronze sword slightly exerted force, "What you are doing is covering up the way of heaven."

"So what if it's covered?"

After hanging up the two scarecrows, the Ghost King was about to turn around when he suddenly laughed, "Ah, it's actually here."

He brought up two scarecrows again, but the whole body of one of the scarecrows was already pitch black, as if it had been burned by flames.

Chu Luo's eyes fell on the black scarecrow.

It's Mocheng, and Mocheng's birth date.

On the other end of the connection to Mocheng is a man named Sang Hua, whose birth date is obviously in the same period as Mocheng.

"Ah! Mocheng was really possessed and killed!" The ghost king clicked his tongue twice, sighed, stretched out his hand, and the scarecrow in Mocheng was instantly reduced to a pile of ashes.

And he held another scarecrow, touched the birthday character on the scarecrow, and with a move of his hand, the scarecrow instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke, and got into the ghost king's body.

Chu Luo: "..."

She pulled Huo Xiaoming back a step, looking at the Ghost King warily.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Ghost King asked her with a smile.

Chu Luo: "You are Sang Hua!"

"Sang Hua! Sang Hua!" Sang Hua sighed twice, then raised his eyes and looked at Chu Luo with a smile, "If you don't shout out, I will almost forget that I still have this name. This name comes from It sounds good when you shout it out of your mouth."

Chu Luo: "You borrowed Mocheng's luck!"

Sang Huahun shrugged nonchalantly, "That's right! I borrowed not only his luck, but also his marriage, and even his fate."

Chu Luo pulled Huo Xiaoming back slowly.

Sang Hua didn't stop them, but just asked Chu Luo with a smile, "Are you leaving him alone?"

Chu Luo: "..."

Sang Hua: "If this luck is borrowed continuously, what will happen to him, do you know?"

"He will have misfortunes and bad luck."

"Even after death, the soul has to be brought over by monks or my subordinates for refining."

Chu Luo pursed her lips, but her footsteps did not move anymore.

Huo Xiaoming looked calm, he pulled Chu Luo hard, and said in a deep voice, "Leave first."

Chu Luo: "Only he can split the rune thread."

Huo Xiaoming: "Leave first."

Chu Luo: "..."

Huo Xiaoming's eyes were tough, Chu Luo was dragged out of the cave by him, and Sang Hua's voice came from the cave.

"I'll wait for you to come back."

"As long as you are willing to marry me, I will help you split this rune thread."

The voice was neither fast nor slow, neither light nor heavy, and it was passed steadily into the ears of the two of them.

Huo Xiaoming's footsteps became faster and faster, and he directly pulled Chu Luo out.

The evil ghosts along the way seemed to have been ordered, even if they saw them, they didn't stop them in any way.

They successfully reached the edge of the stone bridge.

Just as they were about to cross the stone bridge, Sang Hua instantly appeared behind them.

"We met for the first time, I forgot to give you a gift."

Before Chu Luo could react, Sang Hua's fingertips had already touched Chu Luo, and a cloud of yin energy penetrated into her bone marrow instantly.

"what!"

"It does hurt a little at first, but once you get used to it, you won't feel the pain anymore."

The sky turned fish-belly white, and golden light diffused down.

Sang Hua's figure in mid-air was gradually pierced by the golden light, and instantly turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

And the ghosts are slowly disappearing.

"Little friend Chu, are you okay!"

"Friend Chu, what happened!"

"Is this your friend?"

Chu Luo clutched her wrist, she slowly let go, and a black pattern appeared on the back of her hand.

Huo Xiaoming looked down and asked her, "What is this?"

Chu Luo threw out a piece of talisman paper, "The soul has been out of the body for too long, and it will cause great damage to the body. You should go back first."

Huo Xiaoming clasped her wrist, "Let's be clear first."

But Chu Luo's talisman was pasted on his forehead, and his soul disappeared instantly.

Qingyang watched Chu Luo send away the soul, and asked, "Little friend Chu, did you fight that ghost king?"

"No, but he is not some ghost king."