The fake daughter lives in a haunted house, begging for mercy

Chapter 421 My dead wife is Empress Jiuyou Suyin
Shi Ling called out to the good guy: "You damn ghost has been dead for hundreds of years, but you still follow the trend and engage in stand-in literature?"

Sang Fu's eyes were full of obsession and madness that lasted until death, "Even if it's just the moon in the water, I still want to pick it up and look at it."

Shi Ling sincerely suggested: "If you love your wife so much, you should find her instead of looking for a substitute everywhere. Not to mention looking for a substitute, even if you look for a beast."

Wen Yuzhu was quite at ease when he was fighting the ghost under He Sang's armrest. When he heard it, he couldn't help but sneer: "What a dead wife, the toad just wants to eat swan meat. He never got it at all."

Although they did not die in the same era, after Wen Yuzhu became one of the four ghost kings, he also learned about the past of the other three ghost kings. Except for Si Yuan who just jumped out of a rock and had no past, he knew the pasts of Sang Fu and Hua Yinyi very well.

Shi Ling smelled the melon and looked at Wen Yuzhu with bright eyes: "Tell me in detail."

Wen Yuzhu had re-groomed her hair at this moment, and had returned to her previous jade-faced and youthful look.

He expected that he would not be able to be hard on Shi Ling, so he changed his strategy, with a gentle smile on his face: "Shi Ling, you come to my Western Ghost Domain as a guest, can I tell you in detail any gossip you want to hear?"

Shi Ling asked: "Is the Western Ghost Realm the underworld?"

Wen Yuzhu nodded.

Shi Ling decisively refused: "Bagua is precious, and life is more valuable. I'm not a fool, how could I commit suicide just to listen to gossip?"

Wen Yuzhu was slightly silent: "There's no need to commit suicide. It's okay if you don't go to the underworld. I'll take you on a trip?"

Why isn’t Xuanqing Mountain, where Xuanxian Gate is located, a tourist attraction?

Shi Ling waved her hand and refused. She felt that this was the same as taking her to climb a mountain or take her to go diving.

Sang Fu looked charming and crazy: "Yes, I never got her, but I kissed every inch of the land she walked on religiously. After her death, she turned into mountains and rivers, clear mist and clouds. So why don't I own her? Pass her." Shi Ling: "..."

Wen Yuzhu opened the folding fan and covered his lips with a smile: "You also think he is mentally abnormal, right?"

Shi Ling felt that these two people were the same as each other, and they were both stupid, but she still lowered her head and looked at the ground at her feet, and couldn't help but ask Sang Fu: "Have you kissed this piece of land?"

Sang Fu: "...No."

Shi Ling suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

She felt that Sang Fu's situation was like some kind of indescribable star-chasing brainless illegitimate affair. He would even kiss the floor that his idol stepped on, and he would frantically collect peripherals everywhere, imagining that he was with his idol.

But she was curious: "Is your idol Pangu? Did he turn into mountains and rivers after death?"

Sang Fu was strangely silent for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the mountains and hills in the distance: "My idol...my deceased wife was Empress Jiuyou Suyin. The world calls her the Empress Houtu."

When the voice fell, lightning suddenly spread across the gray sky and earth, like a silver dragon tearing through the sky.

Thunder roared, like a landslide, and suddenly heavy rain poured down.

Shi Ling clicked his tongue, "I know that there are many history fans dreaming about girls, but this is the first time I saw a mythology fan dreaming about girls. Look, even God can't stand listening to her."

Wen Yuzhu put away the fan in his hand, and now he was holding a bamboo oil-paper umbrella to block the heavy rain. He sneered: "He was a clan traitor in life, and an evil ghost in death. God will not listen to him if he dares to blaspheme the gods."