Chapter 246: King Luo's Past
Wan Xiuling put the tattered yellow talisman on the ground into the garbage bag.

The ground finally revealed its original color. Under the yellow symbol was a smooth black stone floor with complex patterns drawn on it with gold lines...

Wan Shixiong once told her that this building was called the Temple of Heaven and it was the most sacred place in the world.

But now it seems that this is a very dangerous place.

After being busy for a while, Wan Xiuling started sweating. She laughed at herself. Wan Shixiong had taken such good care of her in the past ten years that she almost forgot how to do housework.

Speaking of Wan Shixiong...

Wan Xiuling took a sneak peek.

At this time, Wanshixiong was more than two meters tall, his skin was bluish, his fangs were almost protruding from under his lips, and his loose robe was stretched tightly around his body, making him look extremely weird.

He and five other people stood side by side, looking straight ahead, like puppets, with no self-awareness.

"This is the immortality you want..."

A hint of sadness flashed across Wan Xiuling's eyes.

She was in first place then, but she is still alive today.

Maybe Wan Shixiong was also subconsciously avoiding her when he was choosing his victims. After all these years, there must still be fatherly love...

click!
Wan Xiuling bit her tongue hard, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth.

"How shameless, Wan Xiuling, how can you still have illusions about him? He is just a scumbag devil, there is nothing worth your nostalgia for him!"

She warned herself again and again in her heart, trying to cut out all remaining emotions for Wan Shixiong.

Sweeping and sweeping.

She approached the crazy woman and Yan Ting.

……

"conversation?"

Yan Ting didn't want to waste time talking to him and pointed at the corpse on the ground.

"There is nothing to discuss between us. You didn't even let your believers go, so you can't let me go either."

The crazy woman shook her head.

"You are different..."

The crazy woman didn't care whether Yan Ting wanted to listen or not, and just told him the story.

The great ghost Luo Wang does not exist.

He was born because of the incense and offerings of the villagers on Luowang Island. Although he cannot even defeat ordinary ghosts, he is a righteous god and walks the right path.

Since his birth.

He has been using his meager power to help those simple villagers. On Luowang Island, doors are left open at night and people do not pick up things on the roads. There are rarely quarrels between people. It is a paradise-like place.

Suddenly one day, the plague came.

King Luo could not cure the plague, but he could transfer it.

Just in time.

The patriarch of the Yan family was suffering from the plague, so he went to King Luo and asked him to remove the plague from his body in exchange for helping King Luo become a 'superior Yin God'.

King Luo agreed.

Although he is a god of incense, his life is too poor. With the incense of Luowang Village, he is still a small village god hundreds of years later...

So he began to transfer the plague from the Yan family...

After the long plague period, only the Yan family survived on the island. Everyone else died due to the transfer of the plague, and King Luo also fell from a righteous god into an evil ghost.

……

"Do you understand? Helping me become a god is what you, the Yan family, should do!"

"Starting twenty years ago, I summoned a Yin Marshal every year, and it was not until ten years ago that I was able to complete it. I was finally able to become a top-level Yin God, but your father betrayed me at that time!"

"He colluded with the Ten Great Yin Marshals I created, and at the cost of his own death, he interrupted my godhood ceremony... Tell me, is your father Yanye a treacherous and shameless villain?"

The more Luo Wang spoke, the more excited he became, his words were filled with hatred and disgust. Listen to what he said.

Yan Ting finally understood why he wanted to tell stories.

He was just telling stories to express his hatred and anger towards the Yan family, and to make a shallow memorial after becoming a whore. He said, "I used to be a good god, but it's all your fault that I'm like this now..."

But Yan Ting, who was disheartened, was still moved by these words.

He finally learned the truth about his family's death and his family's sinful past. These facts made his pupils tremble and his heart ached.

Yan Ting covered his chest with his hands, his face full of pain.

But after just two seconds of pain, his expression changed slightly, a meaningful look appeared in his eyes, and then he lowered his head and wailed in pain.

Yan Ting's screams made King Luo very satisfied.

He brought Yan Ting here early just to torture him a little. What could he do if he kept acting like a zombie?
But Yan Ting lowered his head.

In fact, it was to hide his joy!

When he touched his chest just now, he actually touched something unexpected...

It's poker!
Wu Xian’s poker!
At that time, on the first floor of the hotel, when Wu Xian helped him commit suicide, he deliberately wiped the blood off his hands with his shirt. At that time, he took the opportunity to stuff two playing cards into Yan Ting's clothes!
Yan Ting had seen with his own eyes that Wu Xianzeng used this poker to release incredible abilities.

No matter what Wu Xian's purpose was in putting the poker in his clothes, at least it could change the stagnant situation. Yan Ting's future might not be so bleak...

Yan Ting raised his head.

The crazy woman pointed at Kotonoha's body with disgust on her face.

"Go throw this away, throw it far away, I feel sick just by looking at him."

This mummy is not easy to move.

There was no water in the corpse, so it was not very heavy, but just touching the corpse made them feel cold and tingling, as if they were holding an ice cactus.

Therefore, the eight young men and women worked for a long time and only moved a little distance.

Being busy.

Wan Xiuling was suddenly stunned.

The great ghost Luo Wang's disgust for the corpse was not false.

From what she overheard, it seemed that King Luo wished to grind Yan Ye into ashes, but not only did he not destroy the mummy, he even did not throw the body away in advance even though he was annoyed by the sight.

The eight young men and women were moving so slowly, and King Luo didn't ask Wan Shixiong and the others to help...

Don’t you want to?

Still can't do it?

Wan Xiuling raised her hand and said, "This body is too difficult to move. Can I cut it up and move it?"

Upon hearing this, King Luo was overjoyed and threw the dagger he had just used to cut Yan Ye's throat over. If he could do it, he would have whipped Yan Ye's corpse long ago. Now he could take advantage of Wan Xiuling's hands to dismember Yan Ye.

The other seven young men were stunned.

The situation is already scary enough, why would Wan Xiuling take the initiative to dismember the body?

But Wan Xiuling has her own ideas.

She struggled to remove one of Kotonoha's arms, wrapped the wrist with thick cloth, and walked out with difficulty.

King Luo nodded with satisfaction. It was indeed faster to cut and transport the items.

When she went out, Wan Shixiong followed her the whole time, so King Luo was not worried that Wan Xiuling would escape.

But Wan Xiuling had just walked out a dozen meters when she suddenly swung her arm backwards, and the cut on her shoulder hit Wan Shixiong's face!
The tall Wan Shixiong was knocked to the ground by this blow. He struggled on the ground for a long time without getting up. The wound on his face healed at an extremely fast speed and then collapsed again!
Wan Xiuling's breathing became rapid.

Her guess was right. All the ghosts didn't want to touch the broken arm.

This broken arm.

It turned out to be a weapon that all ghosts were afraid of!

(End of this chapter)