The Wife of a Ghost - C311

Are you kidding me?

In many cases, a woman’s tendency to self-abuse is completely out of her control, especially when it comes to matters concerning her feelings. Just as some people knew that their boyfriend had a predecessor, that they had already separated, or that her boyfriend had chosen her for a variety of reasons, a girl would always use every means at her disposal to find clues that had once been sweet between her boyfriend and his predecessor. Even then she and he had not known each other, neither of them knew that somewhere in the world that person existed and that he would have an unexpected encounter with her.

I sealed a hundred years of my lifespan along with a hundred years of spirit energy in that contract book and signed the contract.

“Tell me everything you can.”

I changed the cup again and turned it around, waiting to hear what the old man had said about my life span, which was worth a hundred years. However, the old man suddenly looked at me and said with a smile, “That wargod once served the God race.”

I frowned. I didn’t quite get what she meant. “What do you mean?” What do you mean that wargod once served the god race? Although I have experienced several reincarnation cycles and I am currently in the Underworld, I have only been the God of War in the God Realm since I could remember. I have never changed. Impossible!

“Geezer, are you kidding me?” “You’d better give me a reasonable explanation now. Otherwise, I’ll tear you apart, you old bastard.”

The old man waved his hand with a smile. “Ai, Empress, don’t be angry. Just listen to what I have to say.”

I glared at him, suppressed my anger, and waited for him to continue.

The old man glanced at the dead black locust in the courtyard and said, “The Empress that Princess Zisang Ming had married was indeed the War God of the God Realm.”

Last time, Qiao Ji told me that she didn’t know much, so she told me that some of the details weren’t complete, while what this old man said was much more detailed and vivid. As I drank my tea, my heart seemed to have flown into that war as well.

He said that during the great war between the God Nether Realm and the God Nether Realm, Zisang Ming,, his Highness Sang Yu and the other two Herba Euphorbiae s, as well as the majority of the soldiers from the Underworld all the way from the Yangshan mountain to the ghost valley, would be able to expel the god race right in front of their eyes. At this time, a god of war was sent by the god race, wearing a mask made out of evil spirits and riding a five clawed coiling dragon. When the Herba Euphorbiae could not find a suitable general to send out his troops and became anxious, Zisang Ming volunteered to go up and fight.

Even though his spirit energy had inherited a royal bloodline and was stronger than ordinary soldiers, it was still not at the rank of a high-ranking officer, so he suddenly proposed to go forth and kill the enemy. Herba Euphorbiae was emotionally moved, so he naturally did not agree to his request and rejected it, preparing to personally go up the next day.

It’s just that Zisang Ming wasn’t an obedient person. After his request was rejected, he used the same method as me and used Infernal to hide his Qi and followed Pluto to fight.

The Underworld Army and the God Race were fighting in the ghost valley, so the two armies were on par with each other. But after the War God came out, the small golden flag was waved around the battlefield a few times, and the God Tribe’s troops immediately changed their formation, actually encircling the Ghost Army of the Underworld, which was originally evenly matched. Not even an hour had passed, and only less than a fifth of the Ghost Army of the Underworld’s Ghost Army remained.

Herba Euphorbiae was furious and wanted to personally fight with the War God, but War God, who was standing in the air, relied on the flying ability of the five-clawed coiling dragon to go back and forth in the air and did not meet Herba Euphorbiae head on. No matter how angry Herba Euphorbiae was, against such a person, he could only punch him on the cotton, and had no strength at all.

Just when he was angry, Herba Euphorbiae suddenly saw a ray of light appear from within the Ming army. In the blink of an eye, all of the surrounding Underworld soldiers were enveloped in that light, and immediately after, the light dimmed and dimmed a few times, causing the remaining soldiers of the Underworld to disappear. Not to mention the god race warrior, even the god of war himself was stunned by this scene. Herba Euphorbiae was actually sober, and knew more about the origin of this light. He brushed past the people who were rushing towards him.

The glowing object was the Infernal, and the person who brushed past the old Hades’ Hall was His Highness, Zisang Ming.

“Speaking of it, it’s quite miraculous. The battle record that the Underworld has never defeated since meeting the War God was actually broken by Lord Zisang Ming. Not only did he use Infernal s to bring the Underworld Warriors back to the underworld, he also killed his way up the back of the Winged Dragon, killing the War God himself. At one point in time, his reputation had already surpassed that of the Herba Euphorbiae, and he thought that the legend of the War God’s undefeatable victory was finally going to end. But it was only later on did they understand, how could they have won a match, it was clearly a loss of a king. ”

Zisang Ming started to think day and night about how to go onto the battlefield, how to meet that War God, and even deliberately let a group of Underworld soldiers attack the God Tribe, even using the reputation that he had just earned as the price, and let War God kill her, just to catch a glimpse of her figure.

I finished the tea in my hand and the old man’s story was finished. The story about the god race war god stopped at the easiest place to cause people to daydream. The god race war god was actually the god race war god. Could it be that only the god race could get the original news about this? Or could it be that during the period of time I was loyal to the god race, the god race didn’t trust me very much and there were other wargod arrangements?

However, that shouldn’t be the case. The war of the Gods was such an important battle, even if it was the other War God, it was impossible for me to not have the slightest impression of a sharp pain assaulting my body. Every time I thought about whether I had forgotten or not, this pain would always come on time!

I pressed my hand to my temple, almost crushing my head, but I couldn’t stop the pain. I fell off the chair with a thump. An illusory light began to appear in front of my eyes, as if some fragments were floating in the darkness. However, these fragments were too small for me to see clearly what was on them, and the place where those fragments came from seemed to be the source of the pain.

My sudden change scared the old man in the pawnshop. He hurriedly came over and helped me sit back down on the chair, straightened my head, then put his hand between my eyebrows. His expression changed, “Empress, why do you have this kind of thing on your body?”

“What, what is it?” I managed to ask, and then everything went black again.

The old man coughed dryly and avoided my words. He smiled coyly and pointed an inch behind my temple. It was very strange that the pain had actually disappeared. ” I’m trying to explain to you how you got such a headache at such a young age. This is a sickness that only happens when we old people think too much.

When he asked me earlier, his tone wasn’t that relaxed. This old man probably saw something from me, but due to some threat, he didn’t dare to tell me. It seemed that even if I asked him, he wouldn’t get anything out of me.

“Slick.” Seeing that it was already late, I thought about how I should find a place to rest first, and how I could rescue my parents from the blazing heat of the night. I had already walked to the door, and the old man added something similar to what Qiao Ji had said to my back, but his tone of voice was completely different, “It’s a pity that I haven’t heard that Empress’s voice for the past few hundred years. If you had heard it, you would have probably become friends with her.”

I paused for a moment. I remembered that Qiao Ji had said that some of the people who knew about that incident had already reincarnated while others remained silent. Could it be that this old man was lying when he gave me the information? I immediately turned to ask him if he had seen her before, but the pawnshop behind me had become a run-down old house, and the acacia tree was whimpering in the wind, its broken sash swaying in the wind as if it might fall at any moment.

It seems that this is all I can get. Heaven is merciful, and I don’t want to know too much.

After exiting the pawnshop, I continued to wander along the Yin Street, passing by countless of restaurants and inns that were just stopping to take a look, with no intentions of entering at all. When I arrived at the entrance of the kuai kuaijie, I saw that a huge cursive board was still hung on the wall opposite of the entrance.

There were only a few waiters in the restaurant, busy as always. The tray in their hands was filled with fresh red blood and organs, as if it had just been cut off from someone. The customer was on the second floor, while the waiter was floating around to the stairs without stairs.

The first time I came here, I didn’t know how to go up, but I was so scared by the food here that I felt sick. Zisang Ming still held my hand and gently covered my eyes, telling me not to be afraid for a long time, it had only been a few months, and I had finally developed some skills. Not only did I float up here, I could also treat these bloody things as if they were nothing.

“Waiter, a jug of wine.”

I found that private room and ordered a pot of something that was rarely seen in the Underworld that was similar to the mortal world. I drank three cups in succession and looked at the blue and white wine cup in my hand.

Lifting my head, a crescent moon appears in the sky. The golden moon shines its silvery white light at my feet, causing my face to turn pale white. The silhouette by my feet also holds a wine cup in his hands. Why was it blocked by someone? “