"Are the Ghost King?"

Diapolo's chair leaned against the window and looked at the young woman drying clothes in the yard downstairs, falling into deep thought. During the days when he was being carefully served, he had a rough understanding of the situation in this world.

I don’t know how long it was, greedy humans wanted to pursue eternal life. At that time, a meteorite fell outside the sky, bringing some extremely mysterious substances. At that time, crazy people used the mysterious substances in meteorites to configure magical medicines that claimed to be immortal.

It is indeed a magical medicine that can make people immortal, but it is also a magic potion that can destroy the world, because the person who swallows the potion becomes a ghost that feeds on the flesh and blood of living beings.

That was the original ghost king. As long as they continue to swallow flesh and blood, their power can continue to increase, and their blood also has the terrible power to assimilate normal humans into evil ghosts.

But although the ghost king at that time was terrible and made countless creatures tremble, they were not perfect, and they also had weaknesses that cannot be ignored.

The blazing sunshine, the violent thunder, and the surging flames are all powers that can hurt them, and even end their eternal life and allow them to enter eternal sleep.

But the reason why the Ghost King is called the Ghost King is that in addition to their ability to continuously improve themselves and evolve over time, they can also pass on their own power to any creature - their power can be inherited.

Therefore, under the temptation of immortality, among humans with short lifespans, greedy people who voluntarily fall into ghosts appear - because for humans, as long as they can become ghosts, most of the problems they face can be solved.

Therefore, as thousands of years pass, the original ghost king fell and disappeared one after another under the siege of the heroic ghost-killer. However, due to human greed, one more powerful new ghost king after another appeared one after another.

Because humans with the power to kill the ghost king are difficult to resist the power possessed by the ghost king after continuous evolution, immortality, fearlessness, and no fatal weakness. In addition to the urge to eat people, it is simply a perfect power.

During the thousand-year confrontation, facing the increasingly rare but increasingly terrifying ghost kings, the human side became increasingly weak. Those who have the courage to fight against ghosts did not even dare to reveal the existence of this monster to those weak and ignorant tribes.

"Humans who can withstand the temptation of immortality!"

Recalling the information he had obtained these days, Diapolo touched his chin. Not only was there a rare number of humans with such willpower, but there were definitely not too many.

The ghost kings of today's era are completely different from those of the initial ghost kings. They are no longer afraid of the sunshine, and the ordinary thunder and flames can no longer hurt them. They call them perfect ultimate creatures, and they are even just appropriately described rather than exaggerated praise.

If he could inherit the power of this ghost king, let alone those humans, even Diapolo was very envious because he had confronted a ghost king with his own hands. If the ghost king was willing to give him all his strength, he would never refuse.

Of course, Diapolo knew that he was thinking that he would never give up his power unless he was at the end of his life. The ghost king, who was once extremely selfish, would rather take this power to hell than pass it on to others.

"How do humans in this world fight against ghosts?"

This is the biggest doubt in Diapolo's heart today, although in the description of the young woman with purple eyes, humans are in a weak defense against those cruel ghosts.

But in fact, as far as he sees, humans are still the dominant world. At least in the area where he is currently located, judging by the mental power of Diapolo now covering dozens of kilometers of radius around him, he did not find a ghost.

The facts seen in his eyes were greatly wrong with the information he received, but Diapolo's talent in detecting lies told him that Tang Jin did not lie, and everything she said was the truth, which was very interesting.

This can actually draw a conclusion that in terms of combat power at the highest level, humans may be weaker than Ghost Kings, but they are not much weaker. In the combat power at the middle and lower levels, humans are not worth the monsters created by Ghost Kings with their own blood.

It is precisely because of this that human beings can maintain an open prosperity, otherwise they will not be able to explain the current situation.

"This water is a little deeper!"

Looking at the beautiful scenery under the bright sunshine outside the window, Diapolo sighed without hesitation.

Originally, when he learned that the ghost king Xu Yan he met was the oldest ghost king, he thought that this guy might be the strongest ghost king. After all, his strength is indeed not weak, and it is enough to compare with the legends in the material world.

But after a deeper understanding, he knew that the oldest ghost king was not necessarily the strongest, but might even be the weakest among the ghost kings. After all, the power held by the ghost king can be continuously improved and evolved over the years.

To be honest, Diapolo was quite envious of this. He had no direction at all, but now he really covets the power held by the Ghost King.

If you can get it, research some results and apply them to yourself, so that you can continue to evolve and improve yourself like the Ghost King, and think about it very happily.

"Mr. Mu, what are you sighing?"

I don’t know if it was because Diapolo’s eyes were too obvious or the young woman below was too keen. In short, Diapolo is a little embarrassed now.

"I'm thinking about killing the Ghost King." Diapolo said righteously.

"Then do you have any good ideas?" Tang Jin, who didn't believe Diapolo had contact with the Ghost King, blinked. Until now, she thought that Mr. Mu was teasing her.

Although he is indeed very strong and has a strong body that ordinary people cannot match, it is not enough to fight against the current Ghost King. This encounter will be eaten by the Ghost King.

"Not yet, the Ghost King's vitality is too tenacious and difficult to deal with." Diapolo, who was indeed seriously thinking about how to capture a Ghost King alive and asked him to pass his power to him, said seriously.

"Then keep thinking about it slowly, I'll go back to the house first!"

The young woman smiled at Diapolo, then lifted the empty bucket, and her graceful figure was like a willow on the berth, moving with the wind, full of imagination temptation.

"Tsk, Ophelia, have you followed you? Do you have any suggestions for solving the Ghost King? That power, don't tell me that you are not jealous."

Looking at the courtyard below, Diapolo muttered to himself, but just like his previous temptations, there was no response. It seemed that his eldest wife really did not leave any means on him.

"I didn't really follow me?"

Diapolo, who had tried many times, was also a little hesitant. After being tossed twice, he was really scared. Now he had a psychological shadow in his heart. He always felt that his wife was hiding on him and peeping at him, making him feel terrified and not brave.

"whispering sound!"

After hesitating for a while, Diapolo finally chose to meditate and stabilize his restless body. He was already a big and big dragon. He still had this concentration, but he didn't know how long he could stay in himself.

Gua—gua—

On midsummer night, among the dense grass, there were occasionally crisp and short croaking frogs. In this dark night, Diapolo, who was trying to meditate quietly, suddenly opened his eyes. The black pupils, which seemed to be the same as ordinary people, turned into an almond-shaped red gold vertical pupil.

Without hesitation, Diapolo, who noticed the abnormality, pushed open the window, turned over and jumped down, and was about to find the abnormal life form he perceived, but just as Diapolo set off, a voice came and called him.

"Mr. Mu, where are you going so late?"

"All this is already here, don't you sleep?"

Diapolo looked up at the starry sky with three moons, then looked at the woman in a hazy nightgown on the second floor, and couldn't help feeling helpless.

"I just smelled a disgusting odor, so I woke up."

"Can you smell this?" Diapolo couldn't help but frown.

Tang Jin's so-called talent is too unreasonable. The spread of smell also requires the circulation of air to complete, and the abnormal existence he perceived is at least five kilometers away from here. How she perceived it is simply outrageous.

"Yes." The young woman said concisely, "Mr. Mu, are you going to deal with that monster?"

"Yeah." Diapolo's response was also short. He was not just dealing with it, but also studying it.

Because it is said that the ghosts created by different ghost kings with blood have different powers and are completely different in their manifestations, just like different populations. Of course, they all have a common preference - eating human flesh and blood.

"Please wait!"

In Diapolo's puzzled gaze, the young woman in a purple silk nightgown left the window, but soon she reappeared again, holding a long knife in both hands, and threw the long knife at him in Diapolo's laughter and crying eyes.

"What are you doing? I don't..."

Diapolo did not finish the rest of the words because he had reached out to hold the long sword that Tang Jin threw down. It was a single-edged straight sword with a black scabbard with a length of 1.2 meters, which was slightly exaggerated to humans. Of course, it was just right for Diapolo, who is now slender.

"I didn't expect there would be such a weapon!"
Chapter completed!