It's enough for him to do a lot of things.

"you!"

Ghost Sanniang's heart trembled, "Do you really want to be the Ghost King?"

"No?"

"Given Mowu's strength, it's too difficult."

Ghost Sanniang is not optimistic about him, "Besides, don't forget, you are a human race, or... a ferryman!"

"so what?"

Gu Han said calmly: "There is no owner of the throne. Your ghost race can fight for it, but my human race cannot? This is prejudice and bad habit!"

"..."

Ghost Sanniang was speechless.

A picture of a ferryman wearing ghost robes and ghost faces, sitting on the throne of the Ghost King, flashed through his mind.

So beautiful.

Don't dare to think too much.

Gu Han ignored her and returned to the hall, where Shumiaozi was the first to greet her.

"grown ups!"

The few hairs on the big head were ridged, and it said deliberately: "Are you done so soon?"

Gu Han was silent for a moment.

"In my life as a martial artist, I have three taboos. First..."

"What is it?"

The sapling looked curious.

Gu Han said nothing, grabbed its body and slapped it dozens of times.

"Now, do you understand?"

Sapling: "..."

This scene.

The ghosts who saw them in the distance were secretly frightened. Is it so dangerous to be a ghost slave for this master?

…

Ghostland.

The core place.

A throne of bones floated over, it was the Red River Ghost Lord!

Swish, brush, brush!

In an instant.

In the vast, almost endless, almost liquid-thick dim yellow mist, streaks of light shone brightly.

The Red River Ghost Lord seems unaware.

The throne traveled for a long time.

Came to an inexplicable place.

The river is surging, rushing continuously, and the roar is deafening. In the dim and silent river water, white bones are constantly floating and sinking, giving off a sense of gloom and coldness.

A huge shadow shone down, and the atmosphere was timeless, as if it had experienced endless cycles of eras, prosperity and death.

look carefully.

The shape of this shadow looks like a huge monument, but it is incomplete.

After a long time.

The throne paused and stopped in front of a huge thing, like a continuous mountain range. I don't know how long it is, and I can't tell how high it is.

"What...is it?"

A voice suddenly sounded.

Vicissitudes of life, low voice, hoarseness... and a deep sense of exhaustion.
Chapter completed!