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"Where is the Ghost King?" Lingxi looked away and asked the seducer.
Naturally, the Soul Seducer will not take Lingxi to see the Ghost King. If the Ghost King comes after them, they will not be able to deal with even one ghost, and they will be punished.
However, these thoughts cannot be known to Lingxi.
The seducer smiled and said to Lingxi: "Sir, don't be anxious, just follow me."
Lingxi looked at him but said nothing.
The Soul Seducer withdrew his gaze.
The two looked at each other and decided instantly.
They decided to take Lingxi to hell.
Hell usually imprisons some very evil ghosts, and these ghosts are very powerful. Therefore, the ghost guards guarding hell are also very powerful. Moreover, from the first level of hell to the eighteenth level of hell, the strength increases successively.
They believe that Lingxi is definitely no match for the Hell Messenger.
In this way, they brought Lingxi to hell.
Lingxi glanced at Hell, and then asked: "The Ghost King lives here?"
¡°Probably because there are still Hell Messengers here, these two Soul-Seducing Messengers are starting to feel a little more confident.
They sneered: "You can also see the Ghost King when you meet him?"
Lingxi understood what they meant, and she concluded: "You are lying to me."
"This is hell, you should reflect on it here." The soul-enchanting messenger said to the hell messenger: "Sir, I will leave this ghost to you."
The seducer glanced at Lingxi: "What did she commit?"
"I tried to stay illegally and beat up the ghosts." The seducer said respectfully.
"According to the law of the ghost city, one needs to be tortured in the first hell for a hundred years before he can be reincarnated." The hell messenger concluded.
"My lord, I will leave this ghost to you." The soul-enchanting messenger said to the hell messenger.
The Hell Messenger nodded and waved to them: "You go."
After the soul seducer left, the hell messenger took a good look at Lingxi.
It was only then that he discovered that there was no trace of resentment in Lingxi.
In the eyes of ghosts, as long as there is resentment, it will show up and it is absolutely impossible to hide it.
He raised his eyebrows: "Are you a ghost who died normally? When did you die?"
Lingxi glanced at him and walked outside.
"Stop!" The hell messenger blocked Lingxi's way: "This is the first hell, not a place where you can come and leave whenever you want."
"I didn't want to come." Lingxi said calmly: "I came to see the Ghost King."
The Messenger of Hell was intrigued by Lingxi.
"These ghosts come to the Ghost King just to avenge themselves, but Lingxi has no resentment on her body, so it won't be to avenge her.
Lingxi spit out two words: "Borrow money."
The Hell Messenger was choked by Lingxi's answer.
He has been in hell for so many years and has seen countless ghosts. This is the first time he has seen someone who came to the Ghost King to borrow money.
¡°Ahem, cough, cough, why do you think the Ghost King will lend it to you?¡± The messenger from hell wanted to tease Ling Xi.
"Why didn't he borrow it?" Lingxi asked.
"You are just a little kid. You can't even see the Ghost King's face. How could the Ghost King lend you money?" The Hell Messenger sneered.
Lingxi looked at him: "Let me out so that I can see him."
"It's a pity, you heard what I just said, I can't let you out." The messenger of hell spread his hands.
"Then I'll go out by myself, a hundred years is too long." Lingxi planned to go around the hell messenger and move forward.
However, her feet were restrained by something.
Lingxi lowered her head.
She saw some black vines entangled in her feet.
"This is the first level of hell. As long as I don't want to, no ghost can get out." The messenger from hell said with a smile, his face full of confidence.
Lingxi looked at him.
After a few minutes.
Lingxi stepped on the Hell Messenger, and the ground was full of cut vines.
"If you don't open the door, I will break it open."
The face of the messenger from hell was a little ugly: "The first to the eighteenth floor of hell are connected. If something happens here, the messengers from other levels will come out. You can't escape."
It¡¯s almost hellAs soon as the reporter finished speaking, seventeen ghosts appeared out of thin air around Lingxi.
These seventeen ghosts are no different from humans. They are male and female, old and young.
They saw the Hell Messenger who was stepped on the ground by Lingxi, and sneered: "No. 1, you are still so weak."
Being laughed at, No. 1 also felt very angry: "If you let her out, not only me, but you will also be punished."
"We are all out. Of course we will not let her escape." A ghost who looked like a scholar said. He bowed to Lingxi politely: "Hello girl, Xiaosheng is the manager of the seventh level of hell. Number seven.¡±
Lingxi looked at him: "No. 7? Is this your name?"
"Of course not." The scholar fanned the fan in his hand: "This is just a code name. It has been so long that we have forgotten our own names. So, let others call us by our code names."
"You stay away from me." A charming woman wearing a cheongsam next to No. 7 said disgustedly: "The wind from your fan hit my face, it's so cold."
"No. 9, you have turned into a ghost and you still feel cold?" No. 7 rolled his eyes.
"You are very noisy." Lingxi's indifferent voice interrupted the teasing between the ghosts.
"Oops, I'm sorry, it's Xiaosheng's fault for neglecting the girl:" No. 7 apologized to Lingxi seriously.
His movements are very standard, but he looks very unbeatable.
"I want to go out." Lingxi said calmly.
"Of course I will agree to the request of such a beautiful girl." No. 7 said seriously, but had no intention of opening the door and letting Lingxi out.
"You're kidding me." Lingxi concluded.
"No, no, it's just that this door is not controlled. To open it, it must belong to the friend at your feet." No. 7 pointed to No. 1.
Number 1 was almost furious at Number 7: "No. 7, are you sick? Are you happy to see me being humiliated?"
"Not really, I'm just a little happy." No. 7 still had a serious expression on his face.
"You talk too much. Let's fight it quickly. I have to go back to watch the drama." A little loli who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old said. As she said that, she raised her hand towards Lingxi, as if she wanted to attack Lingxi. .
After she took action, other ghosts also took action.
No. 7 bowed to Lingxi seriously: "I'm sorry, girl."
As he spoke, he fanned Lingxi with the fan in his hand.
¡°You guys watch carefully, don¡¯t hurt me!¡± Number 1 said angrily.
"Don't worry, it will definitely happen." No. 9's sexy voice sounded.
Lingxi stood there and looked at them calmly.
A few minutes later, eighteen ghosts were lying neatly on the ground.
Lingxi stood at the door. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com