Sad cries continued, hovering in Wangxiang City. A large group of new ghosts walked in. There were also many ghosts who couldn't stand the lifeless days of Huangquan and headed towards the River of Forgetfulness.
While leading the way, the official-robed ghost glanced at Leon Chen and said tentatively: "This Xing Splitian has become a major scourge in Wangxiang City since he came to the underworld five hundred years ago. When he was alive, he was a Mahayana demon cultivator." , I am not afraid of the Yin Qi of the underworld, and I have made up my mind to stay here to practice! But I have seen many people who practice karma, and I have never been so difficult and troublesome..."
Leon Chen's expression was indifferent, and the ghost in official robes could not tell the difference.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a woman dressed in red kneeling on the street, her face full of tears, and she kept kowtowing in a begging gesture. If this were placed in the human world, it would probably be someone who sold himself to save his father, and then the bully Yanei, the chivalrous young master, or something like that would appear.
But this city is full of dead people, and everyone is a ghost, so why do you do this?
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