After I finished writing Sanshengshi, I watched a few ghosts jumping over bridges, holding a lot of other flowers.
The date for a day trip to the ghost world is almost over.
Ji Yongchuan led Bai Weiwei back the same way, and just got on the Naihe Bridge, a strange cloudy wind blew past.
The ghost hands under the bridge suddenly stiffened, and those hands slowly sank into the Wangchuan River.
And the ghosts on the bridge, like gloomy stones, stopped and couldn't move.
Above them was the black misty sky.
Yin red up, very strange.
A cold voice floated from nowhere, "The ghost king's trial, thousands of ghosts pave the way, life and death, the only way to pass this."
The words just fell.
Those ghosts raised their dark eyes, and their faces rotted away, revealing ugly faces.
There was a terrible stench of corpse all around.
Under the Naihe bridge, those ghost hands reappeared.
But he tried his best to swim forward. Usually, it was impossible for the ghosts to climb up in these rivers, and they all climbed out.
Twisted limbs, rotten skulls, crawled up on top of each other frantically.
The four sides of the Naihe Bridge are all ghosts.
Bai Weiwei looked up and almost fainted.
Thousands of ghosts gathered around.
She shuddered, "Smash it all, help, there are so many ghosts."
All fell silent.
Bai Weiwei: "All smashed?"
Tong Zha finally said grimly: "Come on, let me play a nice song for you to adjust the atmosphere."
Bai Weiwei: "?"
Suddenly, a terrifying ghost scream sounded from my mind, followed by the usual background music of various ghost movies.
Bai Weiwei: "..."
The demarcation line between the ancestors and each other's harm—
Ji Yongchuan frowned, he sensed Bai Weiwei's fear, and reached out to put the hat of her cloak on her.
"Don't be afraid, this is my test."
There is a test for succeeding the ghost king, and even Ji Yongchuan doesn't know what the test is.
He failed to succeed, thinking there was no test.
As a result, he heard the content of the test. He needed to kill the ghosts and walk out of the Naihe Bridge on the wreckage of the ghosts.
The unsuccessful ghost king lost most of his power.
Although he ate some treasures that could gather yin, it was impossible to recover to his peak strength.
He looked at the ghosts who kept climbing up the Naihe Bridge, and his face became deadly silent, but there was no gentle, cold face, and it was as cold as a knife.
This familiar feeling.
In the chaos, thousands of ghosts fought each other to achieve his birth.
He was too familiar with killing ghosts.
A smile appeared on the corner of Ji Yongchuan's mouth, which was frighteningly cold.
He was about to step forward when she suddenly grabbed his sleeve behind him.
"Little brother."
she cried, trembling.
Ji Yongchuan's murderous expression stiffened, but he didn't look back.
"Weiwei, I'll pick you up later."
She is wearing a cloak, these ghosts will not treat her as a living person.
After finishing speaking, Ji Yongchuan walked up, and several ghosts approached, but when he waved his hand, the ghosts immediately shattered.
His peak power can kill hundreds of ghosts with a single wave of his hand.
Only a few kills now.
But Ji Yongchuan showed no fear at all. He stretched out his hand and tore a corner of his robe, then tied his long black hair with a rag.
He reached out and a long sword appeared.
In the gloomy wind, his side face was extremely cold, standing on the Naihe Bridge, all the ghosts on the bridge.
He killed them one by one.
The ghost corpse smashed into pieces, no blood, only bones.
On the road where the bones are stacked, hundreds of thousands of ghosts crawled over with all their might, biting with their teeth and tearing with their claws.