The missionary did not ridicule the ascetic monks this time because he also felt something unusual in the castle.
This time the king competition is not easy!
The ascetic monk looked solemnly at the looming castle in front of him. He knew some inside information about the king's campaign.
After the King's organization was established and expanded, there were many different voices within the organization, but there was never a powerful controller who could integrate the different voices within.
After witnessing the incident of the knocking ghost destroying the country, it is obviously impossible to say that they were not panicked at all.
Therefore, a special voice suddenly appeared in the King's Organization. They claimed that they would use the law of the jungle to elect the leader of the King's Organization.
This method won the approval of most members as soon as it was proposed, but there were different differences on the location of electing the king!
Someone proposed to run for king on the sea, but was quickly rejected because there was a trickster who seemed to be able to control the ghost ship.
This seems a bit unfair to other ghost masters, but they know the horror of ghost ships.
As long as they get on the ship, they may become flesh and blood at the mercy of others. Even if they are not completely suppressed, their supernatural power will be greatly weakened.
Some people also talk about going to the ghost train to select the king.
This location of the Ghost Train was originally an excellent selection venue, but then a butcher prince appeared out of thin air.
This forced them to change locations once again.
This time they chose an ancient castle. The castle was built hundreds of years ago. It is said that many accidents occurred during the construction process of the castle.
In the end, it was only through the joint efforts of several famous wizards of that era that the castle was successfully built.
After the construction of the castle was completed, all the people involved in the construction died mysteriously, and no one dared to live in this castle, so the castle gradually fell into disuse.
As a master of magic, the ascetic monk certainly knows the causes of those so-called mysterious deaths and why the castle cannot be built.
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"This castle should overlap with some supernatural place." the ascetic monk speculated.
He knew that his omniscient and almighty Lord must know this, so these words were spoken to the foolish preacher.
Naturally, you can see through reality the real castle hidden in a supernatural place.
The supernatural place is shrouded in thick fog, and the only source of light is unknown from where it comes.
Through the fog, you can vaguely see the old castle covered by a piece of dead wood.
Adonai could clearly sense that the castle was very "lively", as if a banquet was going on that would never end.
The already faded and white tablecloth is covered with a variety of tableware. These items have one thing in common, that is, they are all bone white. It is as if they were polished from a whole piece of bone.
Same.
Various black reflections were wandering around the banquet hall. They were all motionless, as if the pause button had been pressed.
They are waiting for food, enough food to keep the party going.
Unfortunately, when these contestants gradually arrived at the castle, they seemed to be standing still as the start button was pressed.
The dirty corpses in the pit continued to spit out corpse water mixed with some strange tissues, gradually seeping into the soil under their feet.
And the black blood that had long been caked was also swallowed up by the cold earth.
In less than half a day, the number of dead Tricksters was already greater than the number of people in body bags in the town.
Many resurrected evil ghosts have blocked the path of the subsequent evil masters, and new evil ghosts continue to resurrect after the death of new evil masters. This is a vicious cycle.
The increasing number of evil spirits has made the boundary between reality and supernatural places increasingly blurred.
The dark shadows in the supernatural gradually became clearer. They looked like a group of upper-class nobles, wearing gorgeous clothes and holding a small folding fan in their hands.
The folding fan covered their faces that had long since become rotten.
As the number of ghosts reaches a certain limit, it seems like something has been destroyed.
A corner of the supernatural land has invaded reality, and the balance is broken at this moment!
"The drama is finally about to begin," Adonai said with a hint of pity.
His eyes were very clear, like a very pure person.
The ascetic lowered his head and stood firmly behind Adonai. He bent over in reverence, as if waiting for Adonai's order.
The missionary looked at the castle in front of him silently. The weirdness of this place exceeded his imagination.
After Adonai finished speaking, when he looked at the castle again, he felt that the previously lifeless castle had suddenly come to life.
It became very weird and terrifying, a sense of violation that was incompatible with reality...
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Ye Xi's figure gradually solidified on the street. This is the place he arrived yesterday.
Not far away is Fushou Garden, and the supernatural place overlapping with Fushou Garden is where Luo Qian is.
Ye Xi ignored the surrounding scenery. There was a faint golden halo attached to his body.
Although he seems to be in the real world, the world he is actually in is the ninth level ghost realm.
The supernatural land was displayed in front of Ye Xi without any reservation.
The land in front of us is not very flat, there is a bulging earth bag on the ground.
There is an unmarked monument standing behind many earthen bags, which seems to indicate that the space inside is vacant.
There is an old wooden house on one side of the many tombs. The door of the wooden house has been sealed with a lock whose material cannot be seen.
It seemed that he didn't want others to enter this dust-sealed room, but this lock could not stop Ye Xi's care.
Under Ye Xi's extreme ghost realm, all blockades seemed a bit futile.
Ye Xi entered the old wooden house easily, but there was nothing unusual in the wooden house.
There is a very ordinary wooden bed and a wooden table in the wooden house.
The only thing that can be called something special is that there is a sealed gold box in the drawer of the table.
Ye Xi also noticed something in the gold box.
It was a hoe that was only half the size of an arm, and there seemed to be some clods of soil on the tip of the hoe.
Such a small hoe seemed to have been used to dig wild vegetables in ancient times. Luo Qian's leaving this hoe on the table seemed to have a special meaning.
Although this hoe seems to be only used for digging wild vegetables, the supernatural power possessed by the hoe is no weaker than Yang Jian's ghost hatchet!