"Are you not in good condition?"

"If the owner is away, the haunted house cannot resolve the ghost energy on its own! Every trace of ghost energy absorbed will increase the burden. If the owner does not come, the haunted house will enter a dormant state."

"Take out the ghost core and recognize your master again!"

"Okay, Master!"

A piece of feather fell from the roof, and it changed colors from time to time.

Sometimes it is as white as snow, sometimes as black as ink, sometimes as blue as indigo, sometimes as yellow as gold.

When it fell in front of Chen Ming without moving, the color was no longer single, but various colors surged together, becoming more and more brilliant.

Chen Ming was already completely familiar with the process of recognizing an owner. He bit his middle finger and dripped blood on the feather.

As soon as the blood fell on the feathers, the feathers seemed to move with muscles and bones.

The color above began to solidify and fade away little by little.

When the color completely disappeared, the feather also disappeared into thin air.

Sensing an extra connection in his mind, Chen Ming knew that he had succeeded in identifying his master.

The phantom ghost with a surprised face opened its arms and wings, and instantly a whirlwind was whipped up, and ghost energy rushed towards the ghost's body.

After the phantom ghost spirit absorbed the ghost energy, its body became more and more solid, and gradually became more real.

When the ghost energy in the hall was gone, all the doors and windows of the palace were opened, and the ghost energy billowed in like wolf smoke.

When the ghosts completely solidified like real people, they closed all the doors and windows and stopped.

He looked at his real body with joy and felt the abundant ghost energy in his body.

He lowered his head again and looked at Chen Ming, who was no taller than his own waist, and turned around.

He instantly shrank to the same height as Chen Ming, and then knelt down again.

"Thank you, Master, for allowing me to be reborn!"

"Get up! What's your name?"

"Thank you, Master! My name is Chongyi!"

"Chongyi, that's a name that suits you guys with wings. How did you find me?"

"I felt the master's aura, but I couldn't leave the haunted house, so I asked Darath to find the master on my behalf."

Chen Ming thought of the threat the leader of the Dala tribe had made to him before, and asked, "What's going on with the Dala tribe?"

"The Dara people are the descendants of the ghost slaves of the haunted house. They can also be regarded as the ghost slaves of the haunted house. They are usually responsible for protecting the safety and daily maintenance of the haunted house."

Chen Ming understood in his heart that they were similar in nature to the Luo family.

However, the population of the Luo family dwindled, while the Dala tribe multiplied into such a large group.

Chongyi saw that Chen Ming seemed to have a lot of criticism towards the Dala tribe, and thought about the previous incident where the leader of the Dala tribe had blocked and threatened his master.

"The Dala people are ghost slaves who serve the ghost king. If the master doesn't like them, I can erase them on behalf of the master."

Chen Ming was stunned for a moment and said hurriedly: "No need, it's just that the clan leader blocked me, it doesn't bother me."

Chen Ming chatted with Ghost Chongyi about everything here, and learned a lot about the Dara tribe and the abyss.

In the square outside the palace, nearly two thousand people were silent.

Chief Dara looked at the closed palace door and his heart surged. He could feel the changes in the haunted house.

He knew that the haunted house had been resurrected. The Dala tribe would usher in a new era. He was looking forward to it, but he was still a little uneasy.

Although the leaders of the three black and white Caiyi clans on the side were full of questions, the clan leader did not speak and did not dare to ask, so he could only remain quiet.

When the palace door opened again, Chen Ming walked out of the hall, and when Chief Dara saw Chen Ming's heavy wings like guards behind him.

His eyes shone brightly and he shouted loudly, "Greetings to the King of Ghosts!"

As he spoke, he took the lead in kneeling on the ground. The thanking leaders on the side did not dare to neglect and also hurriedly shouted and knelt down.

Then the nearly two thousand mountains in the square shouted, "Greetings to the Ghost King!" Suddenly Lala knelt down in a sea of ​​people.

Hearing the roar of the mountain and seeing the large sea of ​​people kneeling down, Chen Ming was startled.

Chongyi on the side said loudly: "Master, they are your slaves, everything belongs to the master!"

Chen Ming looked at the sea of ​​people kneeling on the ground, and after hearing Zhong Yi's words, he felt a different feeling in his heart.

Isn't this the feeling of an emperor who is above ten thousand people? Chen Ming straightened his back and took a few steps forward.

But when he saw Daraqi kneeling on the ground, he felt irritable in his heart.

My era was not a feudal imperial era, and everyone was equal.

Seeing Darachi kneeling on the ground was like seeing a good friend kneeling in front of him, and his previous sense of superiority suddenly disappeared into nothingness.

This is wrong. If the relationship between people is like this, there is only random grabbing and no friendship, then where is the fun?

Chen Ming said loudly: "Everyone, get up!"

Seeing nearly a thousand people standing up, Chen Ming seemed to be in a much better mood.

Seeing everyone standing there quietly, Zhongyi said: "Master, do you have anything to say to them?"

Chen Ming thought for a while and nodded.

Zhongyi raised his hands flatly. He saw the flat ground where the two of them were standing slowly rising, just like a podium rising from the flat ground.

Standing on the high platform, Chen Ming could see everyone, just like the teacher on the podium could see the expressions of all the students clearly.

Dara friends!

I, Chenming, am honored to be the master of your haunted house. But I am not your master.

I now give you a chance to choose. You can choose to continue serving the haunted house as a ghost slave.

You can also choose to become a free man who lives for yourself and live the life you want.

After Chen Ming finished speaking, the expressions of everyone below did not change at all.

On the other hand, Chong Yi, who was behind Chen Ming, was looking at Chen Ming's back in particular, as if he was thinking about something!

Just when Chen Ming wanted to explain in more detail, he saw everyone below him kneeling down together.

They shouted in unison, "We are willing to continue to be ghost slaves and serve the ghost king!"

Chen Ming was stunned for a moment, how could anyone willingly be a slave?

But the uniform Dala people in front of him made Chen Ming feel that what he said was a joke.

In fact, what Chen Ming didn't know was that what he said was indeed a joke, and everyone here was attached to the haunted house.

Only by joining a group to keep warm can they survive, and even the huge level difference between the black and white wings and the colorful wings can exist safely.

The fact that no one resisted shows how difficult it is to survive here.

Now that Chen Ming wants to let them become free people, doesn't that mean he wants them to die?

They felt that what Chen Ming said was just for show, and no one would really believe such nonsense.

Chen Ming asked everyone to stand up again. While looking around, his eyes met with Daraqi who was looking over.

Chen Ming, who originally didn't want to say anything else, suddenly had an idea.

"Dalachi, come here!"

Daraqi looked at Chen Ming in surprise, and pointed his finger at himself in disbelief.

"Yes, it's you, Daraki."

Darachi flapped its wings and flew up to the high platform.

"Dalaqi, don't you have a dream? Let me help you realize it!"

Daraqi was a little surprised and said: "My dream? What dream?"


Chapter completed!