The metaphysical mother returns, and the villain son stands at attention

Chapter 243 The Birth of the Ghost King

Of course, what they expected did not happen. The two adults threw the child at the edge of the woods, and without looking back, they fled as fast as they could, as if there was an evil ghost chasing them.

The child watched their backs as they left without making any noise. When he could no longer see their figures, he sat on the ground with a numb look on his face, quietly waiting for his fate.

It was not until night fell that the predator in the dark discovered this skinny little prey. It carefully approached the prey from behind, and then found the right moment to pounce on it, biting the prey's shoulder and quickly running back into the woods.

Afterwards, the surrounding scene was like a sped-up version of a movie, fast-forwarding in a chaotic manner. When it recovered, the child had been dragged into the depths of the primeval forest, covered in blood.

Miraculously, the predator did not kill him immediately, but threw him to the ground and turned around to bring out several young predators from the nest.

When several young predators surrounded the child, he suddenly realized that they didn't kill him not because they wanted to raise him as a child, but because they needed him to be a sparring partner for their children.

Thinking of this, the child, who had been very quiet since he appeared, suddenly laughed, with an extremely ironic expression on his face.

Wild animals know how to teach their children how to get food, but humans will just abandon their children when there is no food.

Oh, maybe he should also thank them for not treating his children as food like other adults. He still has some conscience?

Faced with the young predator rushing towards him, the child remained motionless. Perhaps he really had no strength left, or perhaps this little life, which had not been in the world for a few years, no longer wanted to live and he wanted to go back, although he didn't know where he could go back to.

But he still underestimated the pain of death. When he was being eaten by predators, he was not even completely dead. The severe pain made him feel great resentment towards his nominal parents.

Until he lost consciousness, his heart was still filled with anger, hatred, and endless sadness.

The child thought he would leave here after waking up, but the opposite happened. When he regained consciousness and opened his eyes again, he found that he was still there, but the predators seemed unable to see him or touch him.

Not only the predators, the child found that he could pass through any object, he would not get wet even if it rained, and most importantly, he did not feel hungry.

The child was very happy, he wanted to go home and tell his parents that he didn't have to eat anymore. Although his parents had abandoned him, he could forgive them, he knew that there was really no more food at home.

But unfortunately, he seemed to be tied by an invisible rope and could only walk a certain distance. His range of movement was fixed.

The child was frustrated and angry, but he could only accept the reality. He wandered around aimlessly. Finally, at one point, he found a skeleton that had been gnawed clean. It was very small and inconspicuous lying in the grass.

He stood there and looked for a long time. The more he looked, the more annoying it became, and the more he couldn't control the anger in his heart.

Finally, the energy broke through the restraints of his body and spread around, forming the initial ghost domain.

The child found that he could touch things again. He first buried his own bones, and then turned around to seek revenge on the predator.

He killed them and ate their souls, and then he found that he had regained his sense of fullness, and after digestion he was surprised to find that he could move a little further.

After that, the child decided to hunt more, leave here as soon as possible, and go back to find his parents.

But he soon discovered a problem. As time went by, he ate more and more souls, and he grew up slowly. He was very worried that he had changed so much that when he returned home, his parents would not recognize him. Therefore, he began to imitate his former self intentionally or unintentionally.

At this time, he was no longer very clear-headed because he had eaten too many souls. For a period of time afterwards, he lost his sanity and was left with only instincts.

Finally one day, the quantitative change led to a qualitative change. He broke through and became the Ghost King, and regained his sanity.

He had completely turned into an adult, and on the day he regained his sanity, he broke through the range limit and successfully came to the edge of the forest where his parents abandoned him. But after standing at the edge of the forest and looking in the direction of the village for a long time, he turned back to the forest and occupied the nest that once belonged to the predator, making a prison of his own.

All the ghosts in Ailao Mountain know that there is a ghost king in this area, and they also know that the ghost king has a quirk. He doesn't like to go out and stay in his own small piece of land. He is not good at staying at home, and he is not good at being fierce.

Because over the years, there are only a handful of people who can safely pass through the Ghost King's territory.

The illusion ended here. The thick fog dissipated, and the figure of the Ghost King appeared in front of everyone. He was tall and thin, with disheveled hair, like a savage.

The two groups of people were standing five or six meters apart, staring at each other as if they were confronting each other. No one spoke for a while.

It was not until Zhang Qiuyan got rid of the initial tension that the ghost king on the opposite side finally spoke. It was not a deliberately impersonating voice, but a normal slightly low male voice, "I'm really jealous."

Gu Qingyin was slightly stunned, then she realized that although the Ghost King's attention was on her, his words were addressed to Huo Xingchen.

Huo Xingchen was speechless. When he was a child, he also envied other children for having mothers and was jealous that they had mothers to pick them up, but he didn't know what to say. Anything he said would sound like provoking the ghost.

"Would you like to play a game?" The Ghost King obviously didn't care about their reactions. He had his own pace. "Let me help you test whether your mother really loves you." After he finished speaking, he looked at Huo Yunjing again, "And your father, play too."

Huo Xingchen frowned, "He is not my father."

The Ghost King uttered a "huh", obviously not believing it.

Huo Xingchen wanted to explain, but Huo Yunjing suddenly said, "We don't have time to play with you. Get out of the way or die."

Huo Xingchen exclaimed in his heart, and then he realized that there was no need for him to explain to a ghost. If he wanted to fight, he could just fight. Why was there so much trouble?

The Ghost King's eyes were heavy. "I'll let you go after we finish playing this game." He grinned. "You don't want such a cute child to be buried with me, do you?"

Gu Qingyin sneered, "What a big tone." Before she finished her words, the talisman in her hand flew out with the blessing of soul power.

The Ghost King did not dodge or evade, but stood where he was and took the blow, letting out a muffled groan of pain.

At the same time, Huo Xingchen also cried out in pain, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

Gu Qingyin's expression suddenly changed, "Xingchen!"

(End of this chapter)