The woman wearing the guqin is wearing a long slit skirt, and the silk between her arms is swaying in the dim Zhongzhou, just like the thick ink smeared by the painter's brush.

She paused and looked up. Her dark hair was spread down, and her eyes were dyed blood red like a beast.

A gust of breeze blew.

Lift up the long skirt slightly.

But I saw that her body was covered in bruises and bruises.

There were three horizontal scars on the side of his face, and a wound caused by flames on his collarbone.

There were countless marks of bites and whippings on the arms and legs.

She looked in the direction of the largest cursed city full of resentment in Zhongzhou, and her dim eyes lit up with a glimmer of light.

There seemed to be fireworks blooming in her heart.

…

Zhongzhou, in front of the cursed city.

The ghost soldier guards looked at the troops from the Four Continents on their way, and continued to speak loudly: "According to the order of Lord Wangshu Ghost Envoy, we sincerely invite warriors from the Five Continents to come to Zhongzhou. However, Lingtian's leader Ye Chuyue is cruel and ruthless.

To achieve the goal, do whatever it takes, this

I have ordered the massacre of Xuanhan warriors before. How can such ruthless people deserve to step into the land of Zhongzhou? Therefore, I, Zhongzhou, are not targeting Lingtian warriors. If all Lingtian warriors voluntarily give up traveling with Ye Chuyue, the gate of Zhongzhou will be opened.

We are waiting for you at any time!"

In the dark night, the wind blows.

Warriors from the four continents have different thoughts.

Chu Yue remained calm and narrowed her eyes slightly.

In Shennong's space, Ragbu said: "Master, this Lan Wangshu is one of the ghosts who were once sealed by you. I didn't expect that he got rid of the seal and appeared in Zhongzhou today. I don't know if he knows about you, Master."

He is the Lord of Ghosts."

Chu Yue remained silent, but her eyes were fixed on this ancient and strange city wall.

This city is also called the Cursed City by warriors.

The city is filled with resentment and curses can be seen everywhere.

Dramas of fighting, bloodshed, and disputes are staged every day in the city.

But here, the strongest ghosts in the Forest of Hyakki are also gathered.

If the sleeping ghosts awaken and can be tamed, they will become the sharpest blades in the hands of human warriors!

Chu Yue looked at the city, but her heart twitched.

She closed her eyes and could feel the light of that year in the dark night.

Ninety thousand years ago, this was a dangerous place like a paradise.

Human warriors fight with ghosts and spirits.

As the master of all ghosts, she walked through the flower-filled streets of the city in the afternoon, and the fragrance of spring was everywhere.

Those flowers were planted by her and the little fox that year.

This city was once called the City of Night Moon.

The ghosts in the city always say that when the moon rises at night, it is the time for Yue Lao to pull strings.

On the plaque on the city gate, she wrote the words "Yeyue City" with her own pen.

The writing is sloppy and ugly.

In short, it is unsightly.

But the people in the city would always smile and say that was the best word, full of hope.

It was also that year, when the flowers were in full bloom, a coquettish little fox put one paw on the wall, holding a rose in his mouth, thinking he was very handsome, and said: Woman, from now on, you will belong to me for the rest of your life.

.

Later, she treated the corner of the fox's mouth that was pricked by rose thorns, and she couldn't laugh or cry all night.

How could there be such a stupid fox in the world?

But it happened that she loved him for ninety thousand years.

…

There was a dead silence in front of the cursed city.

Chu Yue closed her eyes, feeling all the past, and her heart was full of sadness, which was not as good as the laughter among the flowers back then.

"Qingqiu, Biluo, Beiming, Lingtian'er and other four continents, if you want to enter the curse, please break away from the relationship with Ye Chuyue."

The leader of the ghost guards came out and said with a stern face: "It's best to hurry up. Zhongzhou is no different than other places. When night falls, thousands of ghosts walk at night, killing and killing cruelly. Even if you are a great martial saint, there won't be a blade of grass in the place you pass by! Leave it to me!

You don’t have much time to wait.”

At the end of his words, the leader looked at Chu Yue: "You must be Ye Chuyue. Lord Wangshu said that if you really want to come in, it's not impossible. In front of Zhongzhou City, kowtow to the first ten people and you will come immediately.

Can be released."

Suddenly, Chu Yue opened her reddish eyes.

When the leader met those eyes filled with raging evil energy, a cold air seemed to flow into his limbs and bones, dominating his brain, leaving only extreme fear filling his entire chest.

"I, Biluo Continent, have nothing to do with Ye Chuyue."

Yuan Guihai led everyone in Biluo to step out and bowed to the leader: "Please let me go."

"Qingqiu Continent Shen Qingfeng and Ye Chuyue are at odds with each other."

"The so-called Lord Ye Lu is just a lie. I, Beiming Continent, have never recognized this Lord Ye Lu!"

The Sanriku warriors instantly switched sides, just like a whole sect betraying their relatives.

The leader signaled, and the gates of the cursed city opened wide.

Warriors from the Three Kingdoms poured in one after another.

The leader of the ghost soldiers looked at the Lingtian warriors behind Chu Yue: "Everyone, do you still need to think about it again?"

Scar King, Xu Yunge and other Lingtian warriors from the middle and lower levels gritted their teeth and never left Chu Yue.

Bu Hairou held the medical book in his hand, as if he was immersed in his own world, ignoring the crises outside, and devoted himself to studying this medical book, even to the point of being extremely crazy.

Si Lieyang didn't seem to hear those words, and was only busy dressing Bu Hairou.

The rest of the people are even more determined.

They knew that without Ye Chuyue, they would have died on the shore of the Demon Realm, not to mention coming to Zhongzhou.

Normal warriors can't do the thing of killing a donkey!

"This leader..."

A weak voice sounded, "What's your surname?"

The leader glanced at Qin Tieniu who was speaking, and frowned: "My surname is Qin."

"Qin? Qin is good, the flood has really washed away the Dragon King Temple, and one's own family is beating one's own family."

Qin Tieniu became excited: "Qin Tieniu, maybe you and I are the same family."

The weapons of the guards on both sides flashed out instantly, startling Qin Tieniu.

The guard yelled: "You little ant, how dare you act so arrogantly around Chief Qin?"

Leader Qin looked at Qin Tieniu indifferently: "What do you want to say?"

He knew that at this critical juncture, if only one person in the Lingtian warrior team took the lead and was willing to betray Ye Chuyue, the team would collapse.

And Qin Tieniu is the one who takes the lead!

Qin Tieniu said: "Brother Qin, have you noticed that the literary quality of this cursed city in Zhongzhou is too backward?"

Leader Qin: "?"

There may be something wrong with talking about literary literacy in the Forest of Hyakki.

Qin Tieniu said again: "Mr. Niu is in a good mood and writes a poem for you and gives it to my good brother."

Composing poetry?

The Qin leader looked at Qin Tieniu in confusion.

Is this the quality of a scholar?

Do you have to compose a poem when you abandon your old master?

"Fine, let's do it."

The leader of Qin said patiently.

Qin Tieniu cleared his throat and spoke loudly: "On a murderous night with a dark moon and high winds, green smoke is rising from the ancestral graves. My eldest brother and I met for the first time and expressed our sincere feelings. Please do me a favor and open the door. Niu is willing to die with my eldest brother."

Later he was buried in the same grave."

Leader Qin: "?"

The ghost soldiers were dumbfounded and almost lost their grip on their weapons.

Is this fucking thing called poetry?

Then they are no longer ghost soldiers, but divine soldiers!


Chapter completed!