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

Chapter 423 How could that person be reincarnated if his soul was completely destroyed?
"That's enough, Wen Yuzhu, shut up. You, an unfilial and disloyal person who killed your whole family, would have been executed by Ling Chi before. How dare you accuse me?"

Sang Fu yelled, and countless fierce ghosts emerged from the ground and rushed towards Wen Yuzhu with their teeth and claws.

Wen Yuzhu stood gracefully holding a folding fan. As he waved the fan, the evil spirit of the Ghost King surged like a huge wave, and all the ghosts and spirits around him were destroyed.

But this is Sang Fu's ghost realm, where the yin energy is constantly gathering, and the evil ghosts are rushing towards Wen Yuzhu one after another.

Sang Fu glanced at Wen Yuzhu who was trapped by the ghosts, sneered, and then reached out and walked towards Shi Ling step by step.

Shi Ling: "I advise you not to come over."

Sang Fu sneered again and said with a stubborn expression: "Come with me, my bride. You won't blame me, right? Among the thousands of people, you only glanced at me from a distance, and you also favored me. Me, right?”

Shi Ling: "...Nervous. Does it mean someone is interested in you just by looking at you?"

Sang Fu: "Then why does she not look at others but only me? It doesn't matter. After you marry me, I will dig out your eyes and carry them with me. From now on, you can only look at me."

He smiled strangely and stretched out his hand to grab Shi Ling. However, just when he touched the corner of his clothes, a sudden thunder struck down, like a sharp blade piercing from the sky.

"what!!!"

The power of this thunder was more terrifying than the ball lightning that Shi Ling unleashed on Wen Yuzhu just now.

As the thunder and light intertwined, Sang Fu felt that his soul was about to be torn apart, and he howled in pain.

Shi Ling helplessly spread his hands, with purple lightning flashing on his fingertips: "I told you not to come over."

Sang Fu looked at Shi Ling in horror and kept mumbling: "How is it possible, how is it possible..."

It's not like he hasn't fought against Shi Ling before. He could manipulate Shi Ling at will before. If Si Yuan, the ghost king, hadn't appeared halfway, he would have taken Shi Ling away. And at that time, Shi Ling's thunder talisman was far less powerful.

Comparing the past and present, the damage is not as simple as doubling, but an exponential explosion. It's like...a flood has released!
Moreover, the spiritual energy in this lightning...

It is exactly the same as the one from a hundred years ago.

Just being close was enough to arouse the fear deep in his soul.

But that person has obviously died, his body has died, his spirit has disappeared, how can he be reincarnated?
Sang Fu's eyes when he looked at Shi Ling had changed. There was no longer the initial frivolity and madness, but more of the fear that he desperately wanted to escape.

He seemed to be constantly collecting things around the dragon. When he finally saw the real dragon, Mr. Ye backed away in horror, "You...who are you?"

Shi Ling glanced at the crackling purple electricity on his fingers, thoughtfully.

This spiritual power gave her a strange yet familiar feeling.

It seemed like it was given to her by the cheongsam woman who looked like her on the train in the Republic of China last time.

At that time, she put her hand on her head, and she felt warm all over, as if she was in an infinite hot spring. But when she returned to her own timeline, that vast spiritual power disappeared.

Now it seems that it has not disappeared, but is buried in her body.

Like a huge reservoir, she accidentally opened the lock, and the boundless spiritual power poured out for her use.

Luo Yuan once told her that spiritual power is like blood, and there will be rejection reactions when other people's spiritual power is injected into the body. But why is it that the spiritual power of the cheongsam woman on the train in the Republic of China a hundred years ago, buried in her body, fits so well?
It's like returning to the roots.

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During this period of time, I felt unwell and was admitted to a hospital. I had my condition checked by the way.