The blood is like a waterfall.

They continuously converge to form rivers that may be wider or narrower, causing the sound of ghosts to roar everywhere, and countless ghosts wandering and drinking in it.

At the end of the mountain range, there is a huge city about a hundred feet high and white in color.

Snow white.

It's just because this huge city is made of skulls. The outside of the city wall is covered with human skin. With the green will-o'-the-wisps in the eyes of the skulls, it rises and falls, floats and penetrates people to the extreme.

In the city.

In a palace of bones, a ball of dark ghostly energy quietly fell down and sank into the very depths of the palace.

Not long after.

We have arrived at the bone pool, which is approximately one foot in diameter. The ghostly energy in the pool is rising, extremely pure, and faintly mixed with a special vitality. There are even more uncertain laws of underworld that appear and disappear.

The ghostly aura seemed to have no special shape. It twisted and lingered for a moment, and then directly transformed into a human form. However, the aura on his body was faintly scattered, as if he had been traumatized.

And in his hand, he suddenly lifted a head.

Kuishan!

"The damn thing."

The humanoid ghost slowly glanced at the head and said calmly: "It almost ruined my life."

The voice was cold and hoarse, not like a stranger.

puff!

As soon as he finished speaking, Kuishan's head was crushed into powder by him!

After doing this, he took a step forward and arrived at the bone pool. His body was instantly surrounded by the endless pure ghost energy, and the aura on his body became more and more stable.

"The ferryman?"
Chapter completed!