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Chapter 495 The Harvest! (Please Subscribe)

"what?"

Wang Chaling was stunned. He shouldn't have offended Mu Sheng, right?

If he remembered correctly, the only time the two of them crossed paths was back at the headquarters, when he was overwhelmed by Mu Sheng's aura and had no power to resist.

What does Mu Sheng mean? What do you mean he's too complacent?
"Haven't you noticed? You're already dead!"

Mu Sheng carefully observed Wang Chaling's expression, a golden light flashing in his eyes, as if he saw something interesting through him.

"I am dead?"

Wang Chaling frowned. How could this be? How could he not know he was dead?
I raised my hand to my heart, feeling its ceaseless beating and my own body temperature.

Wang Chaling was absolutely certain that he was still alive!

"Mr. Mu, this is not the time to joke!"

Wang Chaling was somewhat confused about Mu Sheng's intentions.

Although he was somewhat dissatisfied, he dared not show it in front of Mu Sheng, and simply used a joke as an excuse to let the matter drop.

"I'm not joking, don't you really notice something's wrong?"

Mu Sheng shook his head, a hint of pity appearing in his eyes as he looked at Wang Chaling.

mercy?

Wang Chaling's heart skipped a beat. What exactly did this Ghost King Mu Sheng mean?
He, Wang Chaling, is the head of Dadong City, the third-generation successor of the Wang family, and a top-tier expert protected by four fierce ghosts.

Even if you, Ghost King, are incredibly powerful, it's incredibly disrespectful to humiliate him with such a pitying gaze.

Wang Chaling got angry in a fit of rage!
What could he do? Could he possibly fight Mu Sheng?

Back at the headquarters, this Ghost King single-handedly suppressed dozens of the country's most powerful ghost tamers.

Even if Wang Chaling were extremely confident, he would not dare to have such unrealistic fantasies.

Don't be fooled by his ghost grandfather, ghost grandmother, ghost father, and ghost mother; they are enough to handle most paranormal events.

But when facing the Ghost King Mu Sheng, he was not much different from an ordinary person!

Besides, he's just an ordinary person. Mu Sheng doesn't even need to do anything; he just needs to get past his ghost grandfather's protection.
and many more!

Wang Chaling suddenly thought of something and abruptly turned his head to look around.

In the main hall on the first floor of the old house, apart from the Ghost King Mu Sheng standing in front of him, there was not a single ghost in sight.

Where are my grandparents?

'How did I end up in this old house all by myself?'

Wang Chaling instantly felt his scalp tingle, his heart race, and a layer of cold sweat break out on his forehead.

As an ordinary person, Wang Chaling was particularly self-aware, always having at least one ghost following him around.

This is under normal circumstances when there is no danger.

Given the dangerous nature of such a dangerous undertaking—investigating the source of paranormal events at an old house—Wang Chaling would never have come alone.

Recalling Mu Sheng's words, Wang Chaling felt a sudden pang of fear.

It seems like something terrible is about to happen!

'No! No, it must be that I was careless and forgot!'

Wang Chaling quickly reached into his robes, intending to take out the black and white family portrait and summon his ghost family members.

However, even after searching through all his pockets, he still couldn't find the black and white photograph.

"Gulu~"

Wang Chaling panicked completely: "How could it not be there? It's impossible, how could it not be found?"

"Is it an illusion?"

"Is it the same sound I heard on the second floor just now? Am I hallucinating again?"

"Wait, the second floor? Just now?"

Why would I think that? I just entered the old house.

Wang Chaling's mind was in chaos, with fragmented images flashing before his eyes from time to time.

There are images of him trapped in a room, an image of a broken Western clock, and images of him running away in panic.
Images flashed through Wang Chaling's mind, and he finally understood something, murmuring:
"So... I really am dead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, wrinkles appeared on Wang Chaling's face, and his jet-black hair turned gray.

He aged visibly.

After a few breaths, he turned into a withered and frail old man.

Not only that, large patches of lividity appeared on his body, and he emitted a putrid, dead smell.

They were about to turn into a pile of bones.

Mu Sheng suddenly made his move!
"Want to die? Did you even ask me?"

A golden light descended from the sky, enveloping Wang Chaling's decaying body.

The supernatural power of the Golden Ghost Prison suddenly descended, like a towering and heavy mountain, suppressing the passage of time on Wang Chaling's body.

The last vestige of Wang Chaling's consciousness that was about to dissipate immediately stabilized again.

Mu Sheng did not stop there. The supernatural power of the Golden Ghost Prison continued to surge, flowing through Wang Chaling's body into an unknown land.

As the supernatural influence of the Golden Ghost Prison permeated his consciousness, Mu Sheng's consciousness also arrived at a supernatural place.

This is a kaleidoscope of time, with countless ancient houses intertwined and overlapping, as if time had been sliced ​​and then stacked together.

Mu Sheng's gaze pierced through the ancient houses.

In just a short while, Mu Sheng discovered dozens of Wang Chalings, as well as some ghost tamers who were also trapped in the old house.

"It seems I was wrong before; Wang Chaling is indeed not dead yet."

Mu Sheng's gaze lingered on an ancient house hidden across dozens of time periods.

On the second floor of that old house, Wang Chaling lay on a wooden bed, with several ghosts pressing down on him.

These were the first and second generations of the Wang family, namely Wang Chaling's four deceased family members.

The supernatural powers of the four ghosts intertwined, forming an unbreakable barrier around Wang Chaling's body.

It was this barrier that prevented Wang Chaling from dying completely.

The price was that all four ghosts crashed!

"Is this the Wang family's bloodline secret technique?"

Mu Sheng felt a surge of interest. In a sense, this secret technique might actually have a chance to completely solve the problem of the supernatural era.

Imagine what would happen if this secret technique became widespread.

Only by ensuring the continuation of the bloodline, and by the more living people die, the more supernatural powers humanity can master.

"It's a pity that this kind of secret technique cannot be accomplished in an ordinary way, and it also requires the seemingly simple condition of retaining bloodline."

In this era of rapid resurgence of the paranormal, it's not so easy to achieve!

Judging from the paranormal events that have broken out in dozens of cities this time, the deaths can involve an entire family, a building, a community, or even an entire city.

What's the point of keeping the family bloodline?
"However, it could be improved to create some guardian deities for the underworld!"

Mu Sheng stroked his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a large amount of viscous golden liquid suddenly gushed out from the ancient house where the real King Chaling was located.

The golden liquid quickly filled the entire ancient house, and Wang Chaling and his ghost family members were also submerged in it.

These golden liquids were connected to the Golden Ghost Prison, and a vortex appeared inside the liquid, about to swallow Wang Chaling and his family.

This action seemed to have triggered a disturbance in the old house, causing a fluctuation in time, and time within the old house began to reverse.

"Sorry, money talks, but even with all this gold, you can't restart it!"

Mu Sheng watched the power surge within the old house with a blank expression, yet he was unable to affect the vortex of golden liquid's devouring power.

Wang Chaling and his family quickly disappeared into the golden liquid.

With the disappearance of the true King Chaling, all the King Chalings in the overlapping timeline also vanished. The King Chaling in the form of a decaying old man in front of Mu Sheng also gradually dissipated like sand.

"Don't close the door yet, I haven't gone in yet!"

Mu Sheng took a step forward and rushed into the body of the decaying King Chaling just before it completely dissipated.

The next second, the Decaying King Chaling was completely reduced to ashes, and Mu Sheng's figure also disappeared.

A few minutes later.

A young man pushed open the door and walked in.

Strangely, this person looked exactly like Mu Sheng.

However, the expression on his face was very stiff, as if he had gotten Botox injections that caused muscle necrosis.

'Musheng' looked around the lobby on the first floor, then looked at the wooden staircase at the back of the hall and walked over there.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

Mu Sheng's movements were contorted, as if someone had pulled out some tendons and ripped out some pieces of flesh, making him look particularly unbalanced.

As he walked, deep, bone-revealing cracks appeared on 'Musheng's' face, from which flowed a lot of yellowish, turbid pus.

The cracks quickly spread to 'Musheng's' entire body.

Finally, the moment he stepped onto the stairs, 'Musheng's' body collapsed, turning into a pile of bluish-purple flesh.

creak~

A cold wind swept through the old house, making the wooden floorboards creak and the whole house seem to shake.

A moment later, the old house returned to calm, and the pieces of flesh at the top of the stairs disappeared.

"crunch~"

Suddenly, the main door on the first floor of the old house was pushed open from the outside, and another 'Mu Sheng' walked in.

I looked around again and headed towards the wooden stairs.

But this time, before he even reached the top of the stairs, 'Musheng's' body collapsed.

A few minutes later, another 'Mu Sheng' walked in.
For the next period of time, 'Musheng' kept appearing, collapsing and turning into a pile of rotting flesh.

It's like a poor imitator, desperately trying to capture some of Mu Sheng's spirit, but ending up looking less and less like him.

Finally, a pile of wriggling, rotting flesh walked in from outside.

It can no longer even maintain its human form!
Within the overlapping spacetime, Mu Sheng's body had already transformed into a golden light.

These golden rays replaced the sun, shining into every ancient house.

Suddenly, a humanoid ray of light rose from the golden light.

The humanoid golden light looked towards one of the ancient houses, seemingly having discovered something, and the next second it transformed into a rainbow of light and disappeared inside.

"Who?"

Chen Qiaoyang shouted at the suddenly appearing golden figure.

At the same time, with a wave of his right hand, a large amount of blood was sprayed towards the golden figure.

"Zizi~"

When the blood came into contact with the golden figure, it was as if it had been dripped onto a red-hot iron block, and was scorched into mist by the high temperature.

"The ability to forcibly control ghosts is quite interesting!"

Under Chen Qiaoyang's gaze, the golden figure gradually transformed into a young man.

The man held up one index finger of his right hand, observing with curiosity a wisp of blood-red mist floating at the tip of his finger.

Chen Qiaoyang immediately stiffened, not because of the young man's eyes, which seemed to want to grasp everything.

Rather, it was because this person had deduced his supernatural abilities based solely on a wisp of blood energy.

The Ghost Shepherd, that was Chen Qiaoyang's former title.

"Who are you? Did you cause the strange occurrences at the Wang family mansion?"

Mu Sheng brushed away the blood from his fingertips and looked up at Chen Qiaoyang: "Shouldn't you state your name before asking others?"

Chen Qiaoyang smiled, and suddenly several pairs of footprints appeared behind him.

"Are all young people these days so ill-mannered? Fine, let me teach you how to speak to your elders!"

Ta da~

Ta da~

A series of footsteps suddenly echoed in the deathly silent old house, and the footprints on the ground were rapidly approaching Mu Sheng.

It was as if several unseen things were hurtling towards him.

Boom!Boom!
Several golden rays burst forth from Mu Sheng's body, blocking the attack and shining towards Chen Qiaoyang.

"Ghostland?"

"Hmph! Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have the Ghost Domain?"

"Young man, I have far more experience with the methods of the Ghost Realm than you do!"

Chen Qiaoyang sneered, and the golden light around his body quickly disappeared.

No, it didn't disappear; it was swallowed up and trapped by something.

A blinding golden light shone from Chen Qiaoyang's mouth, nose, and ears, as if he had swallowed a large light bulb.

The withered human skin writhed, and Mu Sheng's facial features were imprinted on Chen Qiao Yang's belly.

"Trying to devour me? Do you think you're some kind of old hag?"

Mu Sheng sneered. If the person opposite him was a stunningly beautiful woman, he wouldn't mind taking a trip inside her stomach.

But a skinny old man is out of the question!

If someone were to crawl inside, people who didn't know better would think that Mu Sheng had some kind of perverted fetish.

"Want to eat me? Let's see if you have the appetite!"

With a thought, Mu Sheng caused the sea of ​​blood in the fourth level of the Golden Ghost Prison to boil.

A huge whirlpool appeared above the sea of ​​blood, and a massive amount of seawater, along with the vengeful ghosts that had sunk within it, was sucked into the whirlpool.

The blood-red worms above the sea were also sucked in.

Inside the old house, Chen Qiaoyang's withered skin rapidly swelled up.

It's like an inflated balloon.

"Cough cough."

Thick streams of blood gushed from Chen Qiaoyang's mouth and nose.

Blood-red insects crawled out of his ear.

"How can it be!"

Chen Qiaoyang's face was full of shock, not because his stomach was swollen, but because he found that hundreds of ghosts had suddenly poured into his ghost realm.

How long was he imprisoned? Have ghost tamers in this era reached this level of control over ghosts?
The sea of ​​blood quickly corroded through Chen Qiaoyang's ghost realm, melting his flesh and bones and tearing his skin apart.

Bang!
Chen Qiaoyang's body exploded like a balloon.

The sea of ​​blood instantly buried the ancient house, and a tattered human skin floated on the sea of ​​blood, constantly writhing as if it were trying to repair itself.

"You think you can just run away after offending the abbot?"

A golden light shone from the sea of ​​blood, and the human skin instantly stopped writhing and slowly sank down.

Along with the human skin, several terrifying vengeful ghosts sank to the bottom of the blood-red sea.

Above the overlapping spacetime, a giant human face emerged from the golden light, gazing down at the ancient house below.

"Once we've digested the ancient mansion, the fifth level of the Golden Ghost Prison should be completed!"

(End of this chapter)