As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 137 Tong Wuchang

Oh my god, did Grandpa Tree teach me fake magic?
It was useless to fight that peach blossom demon last time.

It's no use beating this weirdo this time.

Fuyao spat inwardly, staring at the strange invader below, silently chanting spells in her heart, letting the magic power flow around her body, preparing to use more powerful spells.

"I'm asking you!"

"Who are you?!"

Even though he was locked in place by three ghosts, Guo Chongyun was not nervous.

He had seen too many scenes before and after his death.

He looked down at the strange man, and his voice became higher and more powerful.

The current situation is somewhat unfavorable for the newcomers.

But this strange man didn't seem to care. He just looked at Guo Chongyun eagerly, his mouth opening and closing, and his voice hoarsely said: "Ghost Envoy, Tong Wuchang."

The ghost he is obsessed with needs to remember his name.

"Ghost Envoy?"

This name is not friendly to ghosts.

Guo Chongyun frowned slightly.

"You are dead, you are a ghost!"

"You have a complaint, I'll do it for you!"

A chilling wind suddenly blew up, and Tong Wuchang looked at Guo Chongyun with scorching eyes: "Come, merge with me! Let's walk the path of life and death together!"

"My place is where all the ghosts go."

"Hey!"

Is his resentment spreading everywhere?
Can anyone complete it?
Guo Chongyun chuckled softly, his hair and beard moved without wind, and he made a move with one hand.

"Whoosh!"

The tattered military flag broke through the air and landed accurately in his hands. The old and tattered flag fluttered in the cold wind, making bursts of rustling sounds.

He held the military flag in one hand, the sword tassel Mingchen had given him swaying in the wind as he pointed directly at the sinister figure opposite him: "When I was leading the troops into battle, your ancestors were still nursing!"

Once again he met someone who could see him, but he was not happy.

Guo Chongyun stomped his foot on the ground suddenly, and resentment surged, with strange power rippling out in circles.

Immediately, the three little ghosts who were restraining him lost their balance, fell to the ground and rolled around, wailing in pain, and their figures turned into flying smoke and disappeared.

When in front of Mingchen, he is just a talkative old man.

But if you just think of him as a chatty old man, you would be totally wrong.

"Good... good... good..."

"Good ghost! Good ghost!"

However, seeing this scene, Tong Wuchang was not frightened. Instead, his eyes became more eager and excited. He looked at Guo Chongyun stubbornly and eagerly, as if he was looking at some stunning beauty.

next moment,
The world before my eyes was changing rapidly, and the sky and the earth lost their color.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The cries of killing rang out and the flags fluttered.

Yellow smoke billowed and dark clouds covered the city.

Countless soldiers gathered together, and thousands of troops galloped forward, with the momentum surging like waves.

Veteran General Cang Yan held the military flag in his hand and pointed it at the lonely strange man opposite him.

"kill!"

With his order, countless soldiers charged forward bravely.

The invincible and invincible army can tear everything apart.

Directly opposite the military formation, Tong Wuchang opened his eyes wide with amazement.

The fierce military force made him breathless. The soldiers came forward bravely, but he couldn't say a word.

His body seemed to be hit by a [Ghost Nail], fixed in place, unable to move, and unable to cast any spells.

All he could do was stand there and watch the powerful army rushing towards him.

In a blink of an eye, he was overwhelmed by the swords and horses, and his body was torn into pieces.

A ray of sunlight pierced the bloody sky and earth, and the wild ghost's fantasy battlefield shattered.

In this simple and ordinary courtyard, Guo Chongyun planted the military flag in the ground.

And in front of him, the strange invader had already disappeared.

The weather cleared up again, and a dark red robe with a pattern of a hungry ghost with a green face and fangs fluttered down to the ground.

Guo Chongyun let out a light breath, but the murderous look in his eyes remained and his aura was powerful.

How could a general who had fought hundreds of battles, fought on the battlefield and killed countless enemies be a kind and talkative old man?

This is his original appearance.

"What happened to the kidney?"

Sometimes a big house is not always beneficial.

Mingchen arrived late and seemed to have missed the teacher's rare handsome moment.

When he entered the yard, the first thing he saw was the tree that Fuyao had cut down and the strange clothes that fell to the ground.

He lowered his eyes slightly, already having a plan in mind.

A few days ago, Fuyao discovered some dirt.

The death of the old emperor brought some unexpected changes and the appearance of some strange things.

I don’t know what the quality of these strange cultivators lurking in the dark is. It seems that I need to be more careful.

The mighty veteran just now seemed to disappear in an instant.

Guo Chongyun's expression changed, and he floated over with a smile on his face: "Disciple, if you don't help me realize my wish, there are plenty of people who will help me!"

"Someone just said that they would help me fulfill my grudge!"

"When will you take me to the battlefield?"

Mingchen: "Oh."

Sorry, I'm a reverse pioneer.

Guo Chongyun: ...

Is it too late to regret going with that weird guy now?
……

At the same time, on the other side, in a dark room.

One of the seven candles burning with blue flames suddenly went out.

Illuminated by the firelight, a petite figure slowly stood up in the deepest part of the room.

“Hehehe…Okay, okay…”

“Good ghost…good ghost!”

For some reason, he seemed to sense something, his body trembled and he let out bursts of sharp and crazy laughter.

This trip to Beijing had yielded an unexpected reward. He stretched out his hands, using one hand as a brush to sketch and copy on a piece of leather in front of him.

Soon, the painting was finished.

Illuminated by the flickering green candlelight, the image of an old general with white hair and a mighty demeanor was clearly reflected on the human skin.

"Sir, the master invites you."

Suddenly, the waiter's stuttering voice came from outside the door.

A chilling wind blew out of this eerie room, seeming to penetrate deep into one's bones, causing one to shiver unconsciously.

The waiter didn't dare touch the door. He just stood outside, lowered his head, and shouted tremblingly towards the inside.

"Oh?"

"Okay! I understand."

Suddenly, a cold wind blew on my neck.

The waiter shuddered suddenly, turned his head abruptly, and sat down on the ground.

The eyeballs were wrinkled, and the frightened eyes reflected a strange face.

At some point, the people in the room had come up behind him.

He was short, with a pair of fleshy horns on either side of his head. His skin was pale, and his face was half childlike, half old. One arm was strong, while the other was short and tender like a baby's...

He grinned, smiling sinisterly like the strange man who had just appeared in Mingchen's yard, and his pair of sharp fangs were particularly eye-catching.

The sound seemed to be composed of several sounds and colors.

……

Late at night, the palace.

Xiao Zhengyang sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, gently pinching his eyebrows. The look of fatigue lingered on his already pale and haggard face.

Ascending to the throne did not bring him much glory and pride, but only endless exhaustion.

There are so many different things.

Sitting in a lofty position means carrying the weight of the entire country.

There was no one to pressure him, and the conspiracies and schemes of the ministers in the court also consumed his energy.

It is far from comparable to when he was the crown prince regent.

"Your Majesty...rest."

Li Shuang looked at the man who dominated the world, her husband, with eyes full of heartache.

After making the bed, he said gently.

She accompanied this man from the crown prince to the emperor, from 'Your Highness' to 'Your Majesty'.

In the middle, he discovered her not-so-glorious identity, but he still believed in their relationship of more than ten years.

Even after he sat on the supreme throne, he did not abandon her or punish her.

She has no one else to rely on in her life, and she is willing to do anything for this person.

It’s not because he is the supreme emperor, but because he is Xiao Zhengyang.

Xiao Zhengyang forced a smile and said, "Okay."

The candle was blown out and everything returned to calm.

The emperor also needs rest.

However, at this moment, a sinister wind blew slowly.

Xiao Zhengyang, who was lying on the bed to rest, suddenly frowned. His peaceful face gradually became hideous, and beads of sweat condensed on his forehead.

In the dark space, everything is nothingness.

The dome was filled with purple mist and was dark and gloomy. Xiao Zhengyang could no longer see the sky that he loved.

Xiao Zhengyang was the only one here. He sat alone on the throne with empty eyes, seeming a little dazed.

"Zhengyang~"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in Xiao Zhengyang's ears.

Suddenly, the dazed Xiao Zhengyang trembled violently, his eyes widened, and his face was full of panic.

He was very familiar with this voice.

He should never hear it again.

"Is this seat comfortable?"

A cold and eerie whisper was heard, and a figure appeared in front of him at some point.

He was wearing clothes similar to Xiao Zhengyang's, but there was a shocking bloody hole on his chest.

"Father..."

He pursed his lips and stared at the person in front of him.

Xiao Yu snorted coldly, his eyes bloodshot: "Father? I can't be your father!"

This is a dream.

Xiao Zhengyang already understood.

But everything is too real.

He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him, trying to keep his eyes calm: "Father...it's not you who made the emperor do this."

"Humph!"

"Are you teaching me how to do things? Are you doing it better than me?"

"Can you control these people down there?"

"What will you do if a rebel declares himself emperor?"

"Can you stop the Beilie Tiger Wolf?"

Questions one after another hit the deepest part of Xiao Zhengyang's heart.

Until the end, the scorching-eyed evil dragon made a judgment: "Qian Yuan will be destroyed by you sooner or later!"

Xiao Zhengyang's body swayed when he heard this, but he still clenched his fists: "Zhengyang only wants to have a clear conscience. As a king, I must be worthy of myself and the world."

"A clear conscience?!"

"Do you really have a clear conscience?!"

"Hahahaha!"

Xiao Yu grinned grimly, his figure suddenly grew larger, and his ferocious face gradually changed.

"Boom boom boom!"

There were bursts of thunder rumbling sounds all around.

"Zhengyang!"

The black dragon, whose entire body was pitch black and ominous, rose into the sky bathed in lightning. Its ferocious dragon eyes stared down at Xiao Zhengyang below, roaring violently.

The momentum is magnificent and the voice is deafening.

"No matter how well you do! No matter how wise you are! You usurped power and murdered your father to seize the throne. You will never be able to wash away this!"

"You will be recorded in history books, and you will be shamed by millions of future generations..."

(End of this chapter)