Dragon King 2

black mist scattering and swaying—but not a single strand drifted outside Jiang Qiyun's formation.I clutched a vine, shielding my eyes from the wind. Suddenly, a barrier appeared before me—Jiang Qiyu...The little imp was already grinning with an eerie smile, and now standing before that ashen-faced, snub-nosed little imp, it felt like a big kid bullying a kindergarten kid.

"I'm not afraid of you!" the little goblin with a crooked nose snarled at me, always believing I was the one who moved his brother away.

The young bride waved the talisman in her hand, folding more talismans as she spoke: "Tell me what happened, and I'll help you ascend to the heavens."

The little demon snorted: "Who wants you to exorcise me! You're not even a high monk from our village!"

Mu Xiaqiao paused: "That's right, you are from the Siamese faction, and you have been trained and refined. You must be unable to transcend now."

What is the Siamese sect

Mulan then explained in a low voice, "Although most of these little ghosts are descendants of the Hua Xia people, the place they inhabit is no longer Han territory. Due to poverty and social instability, most of them believe in wandering healers or so-called high monks."

“Raising ghosts also requires finesse. Generally, children under ten years old are chosen, and they must have died prematurely or violently. These souls who die unnatural deaths are very attached to the world, easily subdued by small favors, and unlike vengeful spirits, are not difficult to control.”

Many families sold their children's corpses out of poverty, while others were deceived into believing that the shamans were performing rituals to bless them.

"However, the results were all the same. The sorcerer used wooden carvings, corpse oil, or remnants of bones and bodily tissue as containers to keep these little ghosts in check and obedient to his command."

I couldn't help but frown and say, “People say that raising ghosts is a deviant path, and I haven't heard of many who have a good ending after raising ghosts. Why are so many people flocking to it”

The young mistress spoke, "Little Yin Luò, you live in an environment surrounded by books, herbs, food and clothing, so naturally you don't understand the psychology of those who seek fame and fortune—these people need to use extreme methods for a moment of pleasure. They disregard their lives for fame and wealth. Isn't it common to see news about female celebrities acting erratically Most of them are the backlash from these little devils."

"What if it backfires, then What's the solution" I asked.

Mu Xia Qiao nodded and said, "Go ask the ghost's sorcerer to take the ghost back. You can either bankrupt your family or become the sorcerer's slave and serve him forever... Look, some famous sorcerers have many servants around them, each acting like they've lost their minds, obediently following the sorcerer's orders and even paying money to support him."

I looked at the little ghost. I reckoned he didn't have an easy life before he died. His head was so big, probably because of illness or some kind of nutritional deficiency.

"Tell me, why do you think I took your brother Maybe I can help you find him" I coaxed gently.

The little goblin with a flat nose lay on the carpet, like a deformed big toad. He tilted his head and grinned, "Just a while ago... a woman came in here. She took away a glass jar, and she was very powerful, sealing us all up in this room… It was the master who came to break the seal."

"I saw that woman's face, it's you!"

"Maybe she just looks like me! It was pitch black in that room, you guys were locked up and frightened, it's possible you saw things!" I retorted stubbornly. "Just because you saw a woman doesn't mean it was me, how unfair is that!"

"But you're here again! You even managed to get into the secret room, which most people can't find! That level is hidden by a magical barrier." The little ghost wasn't convinced either.

“This is just a coincidence. My husband chased after a little ghost and broke the barrier, that's how I found it! You were already sinister, still lingering in the yang realm to disrupt the boundary between yin and yang. It's only natural for you to be reduced to ashes. And yet I'm still talking to you nicely, don't toast me and then refuse to drink! Come clean, is your master the Dragon King Where is he!”

He's tough on me, I'm tough on him. I eat soft but not hard.

"Hehehe..." the little ghost grinned menacingly, "I can't say anything about the master... Even if you want me to turn to ashes... I won't say a word..."

The little imp, seeing his determined attitude, pulled the chain hard, constricting the little imp's throat so that he gaped wide and stuck out a long tongue.

... That's terrifying.

I couldn't help but frown.

Mu Wanchen took out the small bamboo tube containing the sealed spirit and, with a wisp of soul silk emanating from his palm, dragged the little ghost inside.

He wrapped a talisman around the small bamboo tube, then took out a needle box from my small satchel. Using a silver needle, he gently pierced the talisman, suspending it just above the bamboo tube.

These little demons should have been cursed. Once they utter certain forbidden words, they'll be subjected to extreme pain. Let's ask him slowly. Since he's not afraid of torture, let him suffer inside this soul-sealing bamboo tube. Mù Wǎnchén placed the bamboo tube upright on the table.

"Little Luo'er, change your clothes, let's go eat." Mu Wanchen said lightly.

Master Yunfan was already waiting for us at the restaurant, but we weren't seated together. He and Da Bao, as well as Lao Chen, sat not far away, while my wife and I huddled our heads together to order.

Mu Wanchen sat across from us, arms crossed, gazing out the window—this "resort" consisted of four luxurious buildings surrounding a central courtyard with a large garden and a massive fountain.

At this time, some luxury cars come and go, and people in fine clothes gather in twos and threes.

Perhaps some of them came to the casino to gamble everything they had, while a small number came for the little ghosts in the 0th floor's secret room.

I slept until lunchtime and after I ordered a lot of cute-looking snacks with my junior wife, we sipped lemonade while waiting for the dishes.

The waiter at the restaurant door respectfully pulled open the door, ushering in several men in suits. In the middle was a handsome old man with gray-white hair and a neatly trimmed mustache.

"Xiao Yinluo, what are you looking at You're staring so intently." the young mistress asked.

"That old man, was he a nobleman He seems to live on the same floor as us. Last night I ran out scared by some kids, and he thought I was ill. He even asked if he could help." I rolled my eyes.

"Nobles Everyone here is either rich or powerful, and some are probably tourists. Their backgrounds must be complicated." The young apprentice's gaze also fell behind the noble old man: "Shall I have Ah Meng and Ah Dai eavesdrop on this person's background"

"Don't go." Mu Wanchen frowned slightly: "Didn't you see the sorcerer beside him This man must know that this is not an ordinary casino, and he brings sorcerers in and out."

Mage

Upon closer inspection, we saw that the elderly nobleman was followed by two men in black suits. Behind the bodyguards stood a short, stout man with a shaved head and no neck.

He was plump and stout, his suit jacket couldn't button up, revealing a round belly.

But this man was wearing a strange string of beads on his hands, and a large gold chain around his neck, with a grayish-white plaque hanging underneath.

"Dominoes," Mu Wanchen frowned. "They are artifacts that command powerful undead."

The little wife clenched the tablecloth nervously, asking in a hushed voice: "…Could it be…the Dragon King"ep into his heart.That fat pig was immobile, bleeding too much. He couldn't squat down or bend over to pick me up and throw me out. All he could do was kick my lower back with all his might.Each perso...