Just as I was about to overflow the sheriff, the remaining spirit of Xiao Ai caught me tightly, and the two forces were tearing up and maintaining a difficult balance.

Little Ai's spirit is getting weaker and weaker, a little can't pull me, suddenly it is like a drop of water, "snap" into my soul consciousness, quickly in the fusion.

At this moment, I suddenly felt strong and full of energy.

I resisted the strong resentment of the head and returned to the sheriff.The experience was so exciting that it almost broke in the hands of the head.

At this time, the wind was calm outside, and the shout of the head stopped.Wang Qiang calmly re-sealed the human head into the wooden box and put it in the backpack.

Zhang Hong sat stunned by his face, and for a long time he stood up and sighed and said, “I have studied spirituality for nearly half a year, but it is still not as good as you.”Old Wang, since childhood you are smarter than me, originally thought that you can better than you in the practice of magic, now look at it, or a short cut.You passed my test."

Wang Qiang carried a good backpack: "When will I see the ghost king?"

"Take a break here, and take you to the Ghost King tomorrow morning."Zhang Hong's face is somewhat depressing.

Wang Qiang carried his backpack into the log cabin and rested.Zhang Hong staggered in the same place for a long time, slowly walking to the ghost king's mansion in front of him.

Wang Qiang lay on the hard bed and soon went to sleep.The night passed, and the next morning, when I awoke, the window was full of gray mist.

Wang Qiang sat on the bed for a while, the door opened, Zhang Hong walked in, the look was a little haglan, especially the two eyes were a little blue.

He said the king wanted to see you.

Wang Qiang quietly sat for a moment, stood up, and walked out with his backpack.Looking at this wasteland during the day, there are still some gloomy, the sun in Penang is very good, but it does not brighten this place, and always feels that the fog is taut and terrible.

Zhang Hong took Wang Qiang all the way forward, walked for a long time, only through this corpse kiln.Before the mansion, such iron and blood fighters as Wang Qiang actually had some tension, and it seemed that this place was not a place for people to live, but to a morgue.

Zhang Hong opened the back door and said, "Master is seeing the guests, let's go and don't disturb him."

Wang Qiang nodded his head and said he knew.

In the door, inside is a large living room, through the Southeast Asian style, the wall is filled with wreaths, under the wreath is the altar cans, some are translucent, you can see the anti-corrosion liquid, soaking a child's body.In addition to these things, there are some high and low ghost statues, I can't tell which school, they all look like with a strong Southeast Asian style, and their eyebrows are very delicate.

As soon as he entered here, Wang Qiang felt a little dizzy.Even I feel a lot of resentment.This place is simply the base camp of ghosts, which is equivalent to the Hades in another sense, and as a soul body, I have an instinctive fear.

In the living room sat a woman in a dress, about twenty years old, very glamorous, very heavy in the wind and dust, smoking on two legs.

She saw Zhang Hong say a few words, should be asked what, Zhang Hong dialogue with her.The two men said a few words, and the woman stood up and walked to the second floor.

Zhang Hong looked at Wang Qiang and said, "This is the current wife of the ghost king, is a powerful role, when she throws her eye to you, you must not follow."

Wang Qiang smiled and did not speak.

Zhang Hong stared at him: "Really old Wang, I feel that you have become too much, is it the reason for practicing black witch law?"He shook his head with a sigh: "We can't go back to each other."

For a short time, the woman walked down barefoot and said a few words in the elegant Southeast Asian language.Zhang Hong said, "The ghost king let us go up, what to do with it, look at my eyes and act."

Wang Qiang followed Zhang Hong to the second floor, in fact, the ghost king's home space is very large, but there are too many piles of things, various legal weapons, ghost statues and human corpses of preservatives bottles, and here, you can clearly feel Wang Qiang's head is very dull and faint.

He frowned slightly and tried to suppress his discomfort.

In front of a white wooden door, the woman opened the door and motioned Zhang Hong and Wang Qiang to enter.Into the door, the inner room is not large, four bottles of cans, the ground covered with a valuable blanket, sitting on the blanket two people.

The one on the left should be the ghost king, lean and tall, shaving a very strange hairstyle, with a flat head in front, half a long hair on the back of the shoulder, and the face is engraved with mantras, dense and unknown.On the other side sat a woman, dressed in a kimono, apparently Japanese, tall buns, eyebrows painted and glamorous, and femininity.

Zhang Hong brought Wang Qiang in, and the ghost king and the Japanese women did not pay attention to them.

Zhang Hong sat very eye-wittedly with Wang Qiang in the corner.

Japanese women in Southeast Asian language and ghost king said something, the ghost king is extremely impatient, the tone is not good, should be rejected what, let the woman leave.

In fact, fine products, the ghost king is quite principled, he will not fall down because of someone angered himself, his emotions and expression under normal circumstances and ordinary people are actually the same.

The Japanese woman stood up with a smile, and was not angry, and looked up at Zhang Hong and Wang Qiang.She went out.

When she went out, the ghost king looked at Zhang Hong and Wang Qiang, and smelled Zhang Hong in the tone of inquiry, Zhang Hong said to Wang Qiang: "The ghost king let you pass."

Wang Qiang stood up with his backpack, and unexpectedly he did not go to the ghost king, but left the house.

The ghost king was strange, and there was a color of inquiry to look at Zhang Hong.Zhang Honghong red-faced, quickly said sorry, chased out.

The two went downstairs one by one, and Wang Qiang stared closely at the Japanese woman who was walking in front and watched the woman go out of the door.

He was about to follow, and Zhang Hong grabbed him and whispered, “Are you crazy?”What are you doing?“Why do you want to see the devil?”

Wang Qiang was indifferent: "I know that Japanese woman."

Zhang Hong couldn’t believe it: “Old King, is it true?”The woman is a general of the nine generals of Japan, heard that or a sect of teachers, has never been involved outside Japan, how can you know her?"

Wang Qiang thought, “Maybe I’m mistaken.”

"Hurry," Zhang Hong said, "the ghost king is still waiting for you, his old man's temper is not very good, you have to provoke him, what the consequences are not easy to say."

Zhang Hong pulled him up again upstairs to see the ghost king.

My heart is pounding, Wang Qiang is about to assassinate the ghost king, and now he has reached the point of seeing the poor dagger.

In the secret room, Wang Qiang sat opposite the ghost king, and the ghost king spoke slowly, and the pronunciation was very good, and his ugly old face was very in stark contrast.Zhang Hong translated on one side: "The demon king wants to see the head you bring."

Wang Qiang put the backpack in front of him, pulled the zipper out of the wooden box, then opened the lid and took out the head.

What the ghost king said, Zhang Hong sighed and translated: "He said this man has a heavy grudge."

Wang Qiang pushed the head in the direction of the ghost king, Zhang Hong came to hug the head and sent it to the ghost king's side, the ghost king touched the hair of the human head, picked up a slender vial from the next coffee table, removed the bottle stopper, poured out from the inside of the wet oil-like oil on the hair.

The head slowly opened his eyes, and then his lips moved again.

The ghost king put a small bottle, so that Zhang Hong took a saucer from the next table, which was covered with dark yellow powder, especially like the special seasonings in the Middle East.The ghost king took a handful of yellow powder in his mouth, chewed hard, and then spit on the head, the whole head was overwhelmed, and the yellow powder with the saliva of the ghost king slowly flowed down the face of the head.

Finally, the ghost king rubbed his hands and poured the rest of the medicine on the hair of the human head.

He gave a word to Zhang Hong, and Zhang Hong picked up an empty dish at the table next to him, placed the head carefully on it, and then placed it under a small Buddha, where it was worshipped.

The demon king wiped his mouth with a towel and said a few words to Wang Qiang.

Zhang Hong said: "The ghost king knows your situation, he wants to make sure that you want a half-foot-one-foot ringgit bounty, or want to worship him as a teacher."

Wang Qiang said a word, so that Zhang Hong felt strange.Wang Qiang said, "I don't want anything, I just want to ask the ghost king a question, please tell me, just now the Japanese woman asked him to do something."

His eyes widened: “Are you crazy?Such a good opportunity, why don’t you ask him for something better?“What Japanese woman do you care about?”

At this time, the ghost king was somewhat dissatisfied and shouted at Zhang Hong, perhaps he found that Zhang Hong was behind what he was saying to Wang Qiang in private.Zhang Hong could not do so, and truthfully translated Wang Qiang's request.

The ghost king looked at Wang Qiang and said slowly, saying a word of Zhang Hong next to him, "This Japanese woman came to me, is to let me join their alliance and deal with the Chinese together."I could not join such an alliance, and she asked me to hold a fight, and we bet our lives on our lives.”

Obviously, Zhang Hong had never heard of such a thing, and he looked at the ghost king.

Wang Qiang was silent for a moment and said, "You can't fight this way."

The king laughed and did not speak.

Zhang Hong sighed: "Old Wang obviously does not know the rules of the wizard circle, this fight you should not, people will deal with you."And if the outsiders know that the ghost king is abated, and dare not fight, his reputation will be ruined.”