The female ghost laughed.

"In addition to looking at this handsome little face, you can also touch it. It smells so good."

Yan Hui, who was teased by one person and one ghost, "..."

The laughter and laughter along the way did not sound like the female ghost was carrying them to die. They arrived in front of the Ghost King's Palace. The Ghost King's Palace was a dark palace, completely dark, without any festive lights and colorful decorations. The palace was dozens of meters high.

, towering and majestic, there is a large red carpet of more than ten meters in front of the palace.

The deathly silence of the Ghost King's Palace was in stark contrast to the sky full of flowers along the way. The female ghost changed her playful and smiling attitude and said loudly, "The sedan chair has fallen, the bride has arrived!"

Nian Jinshu heard such a sound in his ears, the sedan chair landed on the ground, and the lights in the entire Ghost King Palace lit up.

The lights in the Ghost King's Hall extend all the way outside the hall.

Yan Hui got off the horse and stood still slightly. Nian Jinshu was sitting in the sedan chair, waiting for the female ghost to open the curtain and said, "Bride, please get out of the sedan chair."

Nian Jinshu got off the sedan and stretched out her hand. Yan Hui took her hand. Nian Jinshu was in a daze for a moment. She held these beautiful hands again. Yan Hui's palms were dry and warm. He held them gently.

Her hands conveyed a burning, yet gentle emotion.

Yanhui took Nian Jinshu and followed the ghosts into the Ghost King's Palace.

Feng Wu pushed Feng Liangzheng and others were about to enter when the entire Ghost King Palace suddenly closed, blocking Feng Liangzheng, Feng Wu and Xue Lan, and the ghosts around them also disappeared.

Xue Lan was so anxious that she stepped forward and slapped the palace door.

"Xiaojinshu, Xiaojinshu..."

Feng Liangzheng frowned and narrowed his eyes. It was his first time entering such a strange secret realm, and he was a little unsure of what was going on. Xue Lan was patting the door. In a blink of an eye, the entire Ghost King Palace disappeared before his eyes. They were actually in the middle of the ancient town.

The center seems to have never moved.

Xue Lan was stunned, "Second brother, slap me quickly."

Where is the wild goose?

Where is Xiaojinshu?

They took a path that was clearly to welcome the bride. Why did they return to the starting point?

Feng Liangzheng, Xue Lan, and Nian Junyao had traveled through countless secret realms together, but they had never encountered such a strange secret realm. This inexplicable sense of familiarity made Feng Liangzheng's eyes feel cold.

This secret realm on the sea and the secret realm on the ice wall... are so similar!

From the moment you enter, it seems like an illusion.

"Second brother, what should we do?" He couldn't fly in the secret area, and there was nothing he could do. Feng Liangzheng glanced at the funnel that he had already ordered Feng Wu to place on the stone, and said in a calm voice, "Wait! First!

There must be a reason for Guan Yanxin to choose Sister Jinshu, and there must be a reason for Guan Yanhui and Sister Jinshu to choose this time."

The first level is hatred, but what about the second level?

The clouds and clouds are waxing and waning, three thousand obsessions are entangled, and whose love and hate draw the earth as a prison, with nowhere to escape.

In the Ghost King's Palace, the lights are bright, and ghosts stand on both sides, chanting ancient songs, sad, sad, and beautiful. They are either men or women, their eyes are empty, and their faces are blurry, as if they are similar pictures one after another.

Face.

Her black hair was lingering, her robe was swaying, and she was crying and complaining.

Isn’t this Ghost King’s Palace too weird?

As if seeing her nervousness, Yan Hui held her hand tightly. In the bright hall of the main hall, there was a very tall man sitting. The man had a deep facial profile, a high nose and thin lips. He leaned lazily on the throne.

, the black robe hung down under the throne. He leaned sideways, supported his chin with one hand, and watched the newlyweds slowly approach.

The Ghost King is different from others. He doesn't look like a soul. The collar of his clothes is very wide, with a big V-neck, revealing his fair and strong chest. He holds a bunch of grapes with his long fingers and is biting the grapes lazily.
Chapter completed!