I just became a ghost, and someone danced on my grave

"Please let me go."

The woman shouted with a cry in her voice.

She was about to collapse.

"I don't mean to offend you, they just insist on pushing the limits.……"

The surroundings were filled with ghosts, and countless ghosts were floating around. Their pale cheeks were lying on the glass of the car, and ghost claws were scratching mark after mark on the glass, making a harsh sound.

Chen Xuan stood outside the car, watching everything quietly.

Let the crowd of ghosts surround the car.

If it hadn't been for his order, the group of ghosts would have swarmed up and sucked the woman into a pulp.

This woman was the only one among the eight who did not participate in the graveyard dance, so Chen Xuan only planned to scare her and give her a lesson she would never forget.

Feeling that the woman was almost frightened, Chen Xuan asked the ghosts to retreat, raised his palms, the sinister wind howled, and the car door opened automatically.

The woman who was holding on to the steering wheel was still sucked out of the car and flew towards Chen Xuan's palm.

The cold palms pinched the woman's slender neck, and the pretty face turned pale and pale.

When the woman saw Chen Xuan's cold eyes, she trembled all over. She had completely lost control of her body and had forgotten even her struggle.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and she felt like she was going to die at any moment.

At this moment, Chen Xuan suddenly let go of his palm.

The woman fell to the ground, covering her neck, breathing heavily and coughing.

"Go away, if you dare to step here again, you will end up with the same fate as your companions."

Chen Xuan's voice contained no emotion.

The woman looked at the ghost in front of her in astonishment. She was already desperate, but she didn't expect that the other party would let her go. Her strong desire to survive supported her and ran outside without her life. She rolled and climbed and stumbled along the way. She ran for an unknown amount of time until her body was completely exhausted, and then she fell to the ground. Looking back, she saw the moonlight falling on the ground like silver frost. I do n’t know when she had escaped. After the woman left

, Chen Xuan was about to return to his underground palace when he suddenly looked to the southwest.

A group of powerful blood was approaching quickly

"Senior Ghost Ancestor, I beg you to meet me."

A voice sounded from outside, mixed with thick real energy, spreading in all directions.

It's Fang Cun.

What is he here for?

Chen Xuan can't say he likes Fang Cun, but at least he doesn't hate it.

And the last time Fang Cun entered the ghost realm, he was frightened. It's so embarrassing. How come he still has the guts to come in this time?

"Ancestor, do you want me to drive him away?"

The Ghost King of Everlasting Hatred asked in a low voice.

Because of the previous rise of ghosts, the Ghost King of Everlasting Hatred was very disgusted with the disciples of the Ghost Sect.

"Let him come in."

Chen Xuan thought for a while and said

"good."

The Ghost King of Everlasting Hate did not dare to go against Chen Xuan's wishes. He nodded and disappeared into the graveyard.

Not long after, he saw Fang Cun being brought in.

Fang Cun had a haggard look on his face, which was very different from the heroic appearance last time. Big difference.

His eyes seemed to be full of sorrow.

After seeing Chen Xuan, Fang Cun hurriedly knelt down

"Senior, please, save my master!"

For a moment, Fang Cun burst into tears.

"What happened to your master?"

Chen Xuan frowned.

Fang Cun told Chen Xuan the story about Ding Ye being plotted by the old man in sackcloth.

"My master is about to die. He has been vomiting blood these days. Please save him."

"Why should I save him."

Chen Xuan's voice was extremely indifferent.

"Because of your relationship with my master, you are the brat, right?"

When he said this, Fang Cun stared at Chen Xuan's face, trying to find clues from Chen Xuan's expression.

But he was disappointed in the end.

Chen Xuan's expression showed no fluctuation from beginning to end.

"I won't take action, just leave."

Chen Xuan waved his hand, and a burst of black mist surged through, and Fang Cun appeared on the outskirts of the ghost realm again.

He looked into the ghost realm in a daze.

Is it really not him?