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

Chapter 424: Finally Waited for the Person He Was Waiting for
and so……

"I am her."

The moment Shi Ling said these words, he felt that his originally chaotic mind was cracked, and the light from the sky fell, and he suddenly became enlightened. Countless old images flashed through her mind, like the black-and-white videos on an old-fashioned projector. They were as much as half of a modern history book.

The moment he heard these words, Sang Fu turned around and ran away, and the surrounding ghost soldiers collapsed.

Shi Ling had not yet digested the black and white memories that flooded her mind as her spiritual power leaked out. When she saw Sang Fu was about to run, she gently raised her hand, and a stream of light golden spiritual power flowed out from her fingertips, turning into a rope to restrain Sang Fu. live.

Sang Fu was pulled in front of Shi Ling. Looking at the holy and flawless girl with spiritual energy around her body, and seeing her eyebrows and eyes that were exactly the same as in his memory, his legs became weak and he knelt directly on the ground.

The long shadow enveloped him again.

After the death of the god, he dared to have delusional thoughts and kept collecting facial features similar to hers in the human world in an attempt to be stained by the holy and flawless moonlight. But when he faced the bright moon, he felt that the light of the god was brighter than the sun and the moon, making him humble. As small as a gutter ant.

Shi Ling tilted his head, his eyes showing some confusion and curiosity: "Aren't you obsessed with me?"

Sang Fu raised his eyes to look at her, then almost crawled to the ground, "No... I don't dare. I know I was wrong, please forgive me."

"You're afraid of me." Shi Ling seemed to find it a little funny, "It turns out Mr. Ye is a dragon."

Sang Fu didn't dare to answer, he just hoped that Shi Ling in front of him could ignore him like he did a hundred years ago.

However, Shi Ling did not go as he wished.

"Sang Fu, you have done many evil things and killed countless young girls over the years. Since the evil thoughts are caused by me, I will cut them off."

Shi Ling's shoes appeared in front of Sang Fu, and the almost ethereal sound of heaven sounded above his head, like the judgment of a god.

She is the god who controls thousands of creatures in the backland and the souls of the underworld.

Before Sang Fu even had time to beg for mercy, the golden rope binding him was cut off, and his soul was torn apart and turned into black smoke.

Shi Ling raised his hand to scatter the black smoke at will, and a generation of ghost kings and heroes in the underworld were wiped out.

Shi Ling glanced around and saw that Wen Yuzhu was no longer around.

As early as when Sang Fu was struck by lightning, Wen Yuzhu saw that something was not going well and evacuated. Shi Ling felt a little pity that these ghost kings were separatist in the underworld and disrupted the order of the underworld. She originally thought that since they bumped into each other, they would be solved together.

At this moment, she felt a strong ghostly aura approaching from behind.

This is a ghost king who is more powerful than Sang Fu and Wen Yuzhu.

Shi Ling turned around and saw the silver-haired boy coming from the sky holding a bow.

The young man's black robe is full of wind, and the silver patterns on it are as complicated as ancient charms. His appearance is cold and peerless, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and silver eyes reflecting the snow.

He came with a curved bow and a murderous aura around him, like a hellish Shura.

But when he saw the girl suddenly looking back at the deserted place, she froze on the spot, her expression a little dull.

The ice and snow melted in the silver eyes, as if they were soaked in the moonlight, and they were clear and shining.

When Shi Ling saw the familiar stern face of the black-robed ghost king, he was also slightly startled, "Gloomy."

"I'm not depressed."

"You're not depressed."

The boy's slightly hoarse voice sounded at the same time as her cold voice.

Shi Ling suppressed the cold and murderous aura on his body and smiled with crooked eyes: "Among the four ghost kings in the underworld, I have already met Sang Fu and Wen Yuzhu. You are obviously not Hua Yinyi, so you are the ghost king Siyuan."

Hearing his name spoken from the girl's mouth, Si Yuan's silent heart actually jumped for a moment.

He nodded blankly, seemingly at a loss.

Fear of being close to home.

He had been drifting between heaven and earth for too long, searching and searching every corner she had ever walked, and finally found the person he was waiting for.