Chapter 1445 - 1439: Ghost Clan of Fuzhou

Chapter 1445: Chapter 1439: Ghost Clan of Fuzhou

The small skull came rushing fiercely, and Prince Yuan immediately felt his scalp tingle.

Inside his body, several strands of Martial Meridian surged open.

On his neck, tendons appeared, and his entire skin was covered with a layer of True Qi.

The small skull bit down, instantly followed by a scream.

Its bones shattered, and that layer of True Qi was immensely powerful, directly forcing the small skull to retreat.

Covering the bleeding wound, Prince Yuan’s gaze was vigilant as he released the remaining True Qi in his body.

The Martial Soul exploded, and a beautiful silver-white fox suddenly appeared.

"A Demon Fox Martial Soul, you still have some skills. Last time you escaped, but this time, you won’t get away."

The mist cleared away.

Strands of blue-green flames hovered around.

The entire Haotian Platform was rendered like a burial mound.

The ghost fires emitted howls, and waves of cold wind blew past.

The earlier night wind was clearly caused by these ghost fires.

The lights extinguished on Haotian Platform.

Prince Yuan immediately understood.

That night he was ambushed, the carriage suddenly caught fire.

The fire was hard to extinguish, obviously caused by these ghost fires too.

The visitor did not come with good intentions.

Prince Yuan was well aware that tonight he had encountered a formidable adversary.

Below Haotian Platform, the guards had long since died.

Now, only Prince Yuan remained on Haotian Platform.

His heartbeat involuntarily sped up.

Prince Yuan gave a bitter smile.

His hand was already stained with blood.

He knew, whether he could survive tonight was unknown.

"Sir, it’s about time you showed yourself."

A pale, slender hand reached out from the mist.

It was a man, with an exceptionally enchanting appearance.

His face was like it was powdered, with extremely captivating fox-like eyes, thick eyebrows, thin lips, and a high nose, emitting a faint green light, with honey-colored hair, shining brilliantly in the night.

The man raised his hand, and the small skull fell into his hand.

The small skull let out a sound like a baby’s cry.

The man gently caressed the small skull, as if comforting a child, humming softly.

Multiple streams of black Ghost Energy surged into the skull, and the small skull’s shattered bones were repaired in the blink of an eye.

This is... ghost techniques.

Prince Yuan was startled.

He could tell that the man before him was not a Mortal.

"Are you from the Ghost Clan?"

Prince Yuan asked in a deep voice.

"Have you ever seen such a beautiful ghost like me?"

The man looked at Prince Yuan with a narcissistic demeanor.

"I have no grudge with your Ghost Clan. You’ve been hired to kill me. Whatever you’ve been offered, I will double it."

Prince Yuan also knew he wasn’t a match for this person.

Trying to seek aid on Haotian Platform was undoubtedly impossible.

"Prince Yuan, do you think our Ghost Clan is as untrustworthy as your Human Clan? I’ve been offered tribute, so naturally I must deal with your troubles. Blame yourself. If you had died that night, or let my little ghost live in your body, and died of illness, it would have been fine. But you insist on coming to Haotian Platform to light something."

The male ghost sighed, glanced at Prince Yuan, and patted the little ghost in his hand.

The little ghost let out creaking sounds.

"It’s Noble Princess Consort Zhu."

Prince Yuan’s eyes turned cold.

He had long heard rumors that Noble Princess Consort Zhu’s brother, Zhu Jiangnian, once used ghost techniques during a battle in the past.

Although there had never been evidence over the years, Prince Yuan thought it over, and only the siblings of Noble Princess Consort Zhu were the most suspicious around him.