The sound of a horn suddenly sounded on the battlefield that was completely silent. The deep voice was like the world sobbing, unbelievably sad. The sound of the horn echoed on the battlefield, and the whole world seemed to come to a quiet stop at this moment, whether it was the huge feet of the giant grave beast or the endless black slurry surging like the sea.

The sound of the horn is not as varied as other musical instruments, but clear and melodious. It is more like the sound resonating among the dead souls, it is the music sounded on the ancient battlefield, and it is a song dedicated to the souls of the dead. Simple and mysterious, sad and melancholy, like a movement played from the darkness of the deepest abyss, there is an irresistible temptation hidden in the soft singing, just like the gorgeous and luxurious blooming flowers of hell, angels and demons will tremble for it verb: move.

Chen Xueshou blinked, and was stunned to realize that tears were streaming down his face at some point. The blood flowing from the overdrawn life just now disappeared, and even the grave worms in his body were no longer restless, as if they were also attracted by the sound of the horn. The sound of the horn can arouse all the deepest emotions hidden in the heart, evoking the pathos from the soul.

At the same time, it is like a flame attracting moths, making people want to get closer, closer. Even willing to sink, just to join the music of this epic and magnificent vicissitudes.

This, this is—

Chen Xueshou shivered, realized something, and suddenly looked at Director Zhou. However, he saw that there were also tears on his face, and his eyes were extremely dignified and complicated, looking towards the direction of the battlefield.

"Zhou, Zhou Bureau, this..."

"This is the song of the ghost king's soul."

On the battlefield, Master Kuchan's face was like gold paper, and his whole body was skinny. But he was one of the first to wake up from the temptation of the horn sound, his cloudy eyes moved, and finally closed them slowly: "The top one, the soul resonance caused by the ghost king Gao Xing."

Just like the singing of blue whales in the deep sea, it is magnificent and ethereal even though there are no lyrics, like the voice of a devil, which makes people immerse themselves in it. This is the talent of the ghost king. In the early stage of spiritual recovery, a small country in Europe committed suicide and became ghosts under the singing of the ghost king. They willingly degenerated and followed the ghost king, becoming a famous ghost army. According to legend, it was a powerful ghost king with at least seven stars.

The sound of the horn resounding through the entire battlefield now made Master Kuchan intuitively think that the strength of this ghost king is definitely in Gao Xing, even stronger than the legendary Gao Xing ghost king. Because this music will not make people commit suicide, but it can make them involuntarily turn to the ghost side. No one can resist this tempting music.

What a horror, what a wicked music. If it sounded on the battlefield of humans and ghosts, the ghosts would be able to defeat the human army without even firing a single soldier. Master Kuchan noticed that the eyes of Goddess Hua next to her were constantly struggling between clarity and obsession. Even they couldn't stop this song of the soul, let alone those with weaker abilities or even ordinary people.

but…

Master Kuchan looked at the towering giant grave beast. It stood there like a statue for a long time, and the foot that was about to fall never moved again. The temptation of Gaoxing Ghost King's soul song does not distinguish between race and gender, and it is even more attractive to female creatures. The giant grave beast is out of control, and not even its handlers can undo the effect of the music.

Whether it is plugging the ears, blocking the sound, or cutting off the hearing, it is of no use.

Because this is music that directly resonates with the soul.

Master Kuchan stood still for a long time, and finally sighed dejectedly, no longer resisting. He never thought that one day he would actually hope that the joy of the ghost king's soul could overwhelm the controller of the cemetery and turn the tide.

Whether everyone has become a potential loyal believer of the ghost king, or is parasitic and infected by grave worms, and the entire safe zone is wiped out, which is more serious.

In the long run, the former has far more influence on the future than the latter.

But Master Kuchan was rarely confused, he sighed softly, closed his eyes, and recited the Heart Sutra silently.

Namo Amitabha Buddha, if there is **** after death, he is willing to sink into **** forever.

May all beings be safe.

Not only Master Kuchan, but also other powerhouses who struggled to wake up from the song of the ghost king all had complicated expressions, but they didn't make a sound as if in tacit understanding.

Mu Yang woke up with a jerk, his face was icy cold. He looked around in a daze, and his memory gradually came back. He was sitting by the bonfire just now, chatting with a big brother who was also infected with graveworms. The memory of being immersed in the sound of the horn just now is extremely vague, and I can only recall the palpitating intoxication, like a sad dream that will never wake up.

Muyang dreamed of his sacrificed father, and then he suddenly got rid of the temptation and woke up. Thinking about it now, the sound of the horn is definitely weird!

"Brother, big brother, wake up!"

Mu Yang immediately anxiously pushed the elder brother who was silently crying beside the fire, but he couldn't wake him up no matter what. Muyang was so anxious that he went to call other people in the camp. But they found that they were all immersed in their own sorrow, and Mu Yang's voice was so angry that it didn't help. He anxiously started to cough, but Muyang was stunned as he coughed.

Since he was infected with grave worms, in addition to nausea and vomiting all the time, he can also feel the creepy feeling of grave worms walking around in his body. But now, the grave worm has stopped moving! Mu Yang was extremely surprised, felt it carefully, and found that it really didn't move anymore.

why is that!

Mu Yang was so shocked that he forgot that there was someone in front of him. With a thump, Mu Yang bumped into that person, and his head hit the ground with a big swelling, which hurt even looking at it. But even so, he just changed his posture and continued to cry silently. This made Muyang speechless, but suddenly a ridiculous thought came to his mind.

Could it be that grave worms are immersed in the sound of horns like humans?

How is this possible.

"interesting."

The high priest standing on the palm of the still giant grave beast looked in the direction of the sound of the horn. He was wearing a luxurious black and red robe, and a white antler mask with ice blue embellishments on his head. It's just that there are baby skulls, deformed bones and other things strung on the curved antlers, which look weird and evil. The mask covered the upper half of his face, and the silver tattoos extended from the lower end of the mask to his cheeks, to his overly red lips.

"The Lantern Ghost King doesn't have the ability. Requiem...heh."

He chuckled, and the bell on the scepter in his hand moved slightly, but there was no sound. He jumped down from the palm of the giant grave beast, as light as a bird, and his sacrificial robe was blown away by the wind.

"Let me see who you are."

But before the high priest landed, the sound of the horn that resounded throughout the battlefield suddenly changed. Hearing the changing horn music, the high priest's expression changed slightly, his red lips were tightly pursed, and he no longer smiled.

"Woo-"

The sound of the horn has changed, but the sadness and vicissitudes of life are still the same, but it has a more majestic and mighty momentum, and the sound is getting louder and louder. If the music just now was a mournful requiem to soothe and mourn the dead when cleaning the battlefield. Then what the horn blows now is a battle song! It was the living warriors who collected the remains of their companions, regrouped, and gathered into an army amidst the sound of horns, resolute and resolute, ready to charge again at any time.

Even if Muyang woke up spontaneously just now, he had some resistance to the sound of the horn. But when he heard the music, his heart was still surging, and he wished he could rush to the battlefield to kill the enemy and take revenge. The lord of the horn is calling, calling for valiant warriors to come to his ranks. The strong fighting spirit made Muyang couldn't help taking a few steps forward, and then he barely stopped after exhausting all his willpower.

He clenched his fists tightly, his blunt nails piercing deeply into his palm. Pain and tenacity allowed him to shake off the influence and regain his sanity, and at the same time raised deep worries. Judging from the powerful influence of the horn sound just now, the main messenger can easily attract most of the human beings, just as he had difficulty controlling himself just now.

If it's a conspiracy, he can do anything to these people. Even making them all infested with grave worms will not encounter any resistance!

No, he has to stop this! He is going to find Director Zhou and Chen Xueshou, and he must not let the villain's plot succeed!

Mu Yang was anxious and set off immediately, but he tripped over an obstacle in front of his feet and almost fell down. He barely stabilized his figure and looked down, only to see the person who was accidentally pushed down by him just now, lying on the ground crying. Mu Yang apologized in his heart, and rushed out without caring about helping him up.

After rushing a few steps, Muyang stopped suddenly, turned his head with such force that his neck would be broken, and stared at the man on the ground as if he had seen a ghost.

Why is he still lying down crying? The sound of the horn has changed, shouldn't we be excited and rush out to kill the enemy?

No, something is wrong.

Muyang suppressed his anxiety and walked around the camp roughly, and found that everyone was still the same as before. Either hug each other and weep, or fall asleep tired from crying. No one was as excited as him.

Was the trumpet call just calling him?

Muyang was shocked, and subconsciously denied it. He is just an ordinary police school student, how could he be special in this kind of place. Calm down, be calm. Muyang swallowed hard, thinking hard.

If this call of the trumpet is not for humanity...

What would that be for? What is the trumpet calling for?

"Woo-"

Terrifying whistling sounds sounded from all directions, Mu Yang covered his ears with pain on his face, and his mind was buzzing. He is a high-achieving student admitted to the police academy, and immediately recognized what it was after a brief dizziness.

This is the sound of ghost howling!

When ghosts collide, they will make whistling sounds due to the impact of Yin Qi and ghost Qi. The professor said in class that the Legion of Hundred Ghosts is the smallest unit of howling ghosts, about twenty decibels in size. The howls of ghosts gathered by the army of thousands of ghosts are as high as forty decibels. When thousands of ghosts gather together, the howls of ghosts are like a torrential rain. The huge and terrifying momentum can even arouse the human army to mutiny.

But the professor has never said that there is any ghost howling that can be so earth-shattering, rumbling like thunder, and like a huge wave that overwhelms mountains and seas.

How many ghosts must there be, how many thousands? tens of thousands? still-

Muyang's scalp was numb, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore. He hugged his arms, his hairs bristling with goosebumps. One is the terrifying howling of ghosts, and the other is the sudden drop in temperature, as if in severe winter.

Boldly, Mu Yang took a look outside.

He was shocked and froze in place, his eyeballs seemed to be stuck in glue, motionless, his pupils shrank suddenly, reflecting the whiteness of the sky—not the heavy snow of goose feathers, but pure white ghosts flying all over the sky like heavy snow of goose feathers.

The white ghosts cover the gray and gloomy sky, they are the lowest ghosts made of Yin Qi. Even ordinary people can easily kill with a mahogany sword. But when tens of thousands of ghosts gather, like a flock of gray starlings migrating, they block the entire sky, magnificent and trembling. The ground was also trembling, and countless skeletons emerged from the ground.

Most of them are incomplete and weak, and they will drop their bones when they walk, but they crawl out of the ground densely like army ants, and walk staggeringly in the direction of the sound of the horn. The grave beasts on the battlefield suddenly collapsed, and the black resentful souls with green faces and fangs gushed out like black water.

All the ghosts have the same goal, which is where the horn sounds. They scramble to be the first, extremely devout, like fanatics on a pilgrimage.

It is the king calling.

So majestic, so sacred, like the father who created them, and like the deepest and darkest abyss, it is the final destination of all undead.

The king is calling them, calling them back.

…

In the safe zone, above the empty streets, horns echoed. The coffin old man sat on the coffin, trembling slightly. Suddenly, the bandages in front of his eyes were bleeding red, and he was crying like a child. Tears of blood slid down the eye sockets pierced by the silver nails, and the wet bandages slid down, revealing the cheeks full of scratches and scars, and the patterns of silver epiphyllum and resentful vine branches and leaves gradually appearing on the face.

It's the king, it's really the king, the king is calling him, and the soul contract is burning hot!

The black coffin suddenly shrunk and disappeared together with the figure of the old man in the coffin. He couldn't wait any longer, he couldn't bear a moment's delay.

This is the trumpet of the king, the king is calling him!

…

How long, how long have you been waiting.

Outside the safe zone, the people's convoy is retreating. The red-clothed ghost stood buoyantly, obsessively looking in the direction where the horn sounded. She is more beautiful than before, it is permeated from the depths of the soul, amazing charm and temptation. It is a beautiful color that can only be possessed by the king of colorful ghosts. The only thing that spoils this perfection is the slightly reddish silver soul deed pattern on the right half of her face.

Because there was no response for too long, the soul deed was urging with burning pain. Yan Gui raised her hand, and lightly touched her cheek with her slender, white fingers, not showing any pain, but showing a bit of uncontrollable joy and cherishment.

How long has it been? How long has there been no movement in the soul bond here, it's going to be as dead and silent as her heart.

Dying in the arms of the king in the previous life was considered a fulfilled wish, even if he was unwilling, it was considered a happy ending. She should have thanked God for the chance to do it all over again, but nothing compares to the despair of knowing that the king no longer seems to be the queen. It's so heartbreaking.

The king that the guest in the cloud is loyal to is a king with a pure black soul and a born ghost. The king to whom the old man is loyal is the strongest in the ghost domain. But the king she is loyal to is the king who brought her out of the **** cave in her previous life and promised her the honor of standing by her side. There is only that one person, even if other people occupy Wang's body, they will never get her approval.

Paranoid, stubborn, crazy.

The king of the ghosts is like this, so she didn't take the initiative to contact Wu Rong, who was still a human being, but carefully guarded the soul contract that she didn't know if it would light up, and spontaneously went to the ghost domain to expand the territory. Only killing and plundering can vent her mad pain, as well as the despair and sorrow hidden in the deepest part.

There is still a little bit of hope.

So while she didn't dare to get close, she couldn't help but take advantage of the opportunity of sending pure gold and pure objects to possess the gorgeous ghost Xiaohong and come to Wu Rong's side.

But it's all worth it.

The soul deed lighted up again, and the burning pain made her almost weep with joy. All the hesitation, madness, pain, despair, and regret were all released at this moment. He is obviously the king of alluring ghosts, and his every move is full of radiant elegance, but at this moment, his eyes are moist and his cheeks are puffy like a girl who is just in love.

Wang finally woke up.

She can finally fight for the king again!

"Snapped!"

Hong Xiu slapped Anshan Ghost General, waking him up from the state of being attracted by the sound of the horn, panting like a bull, and impatiently rushing out.

"You watch here."

Hongxiu wished she could return to Wu Rong's side immediately, but she had served as the prime minister of the ghost country for many years in her previous life, and being careful and taking precautions was almost engraved deep in her soul. Especially when it comes to Wu Rong. She didn't set off until Wu Cui, Su Xiaomi, Baigu Huangmao and the others had been settled and left behind. This delay made her one step slower than the coffin old man.

But neither of them is the fastest.

…

Master Lingyun was not immersed in the sound of the horn, he looked up at the sky like a ghost in the snow, and his indescribable complex emotions spread slowly from the tip of his tongue to his mouth like a cup of bitter and sweet wine.

He suddenly felt a little dazed. From his rebirth to the present, he seemed to be busy all the time, but it seemed that the things he did now seemed to have no effect at all. The Yangjiaping safe zone was destroyed, Wu Rong woke up, the voice of the soul sounded, and all ghosts came to court. All this happened even earlier and faster than in the previous life.

Will such a change have a good impact on the future of this world, or will it be worse?

Even Ling Yun, who is proficient in divination, cannot clearly see the future under the thick fog.

Should we continue to stand on the human side, or return to the old camp? Ling Yun can't tell the difference between humans and ghosts until now.

But when he took a step, all hesitation and hesitation were left behind. It's like a destiny in the dark. Ling Yun was surprisingly calm at the moment. He crossed the battlefield, over grave beasts that stood still as statues. The sound of the horn was getting closer and closer, and the sight in front of us was unbelievable. The thick black slurry covering the ground faded away, and the bones and skeletons shattered themselves to form a bone avenue, just like the palace of the ghost country in the past, and the end of the avenue was the supreme throne.

Many ghosts will get the honor of going to the palace to meet the ghost king after they have made great contributions. When they come back, they will be excited and talk about the gemstone lamp burning with the eternal eclipse fire, the black ground made of resentment, and the luxurious and majestic throne. Inlaid with seven ghost king soul core gems, a crown representing blood and power, and an endless dark fog.

Ling Yun has also been to that hall many times, but the deepest feeling is loneliness. No matter how luxurious the decoration is, the magnificent architecture, the dark and gorgeous style. If people can only live here for the rest of their lives, it is just a gorgeous prison.

There is no other place beside the throne, alone, the ghost king Wu Rong's overpowering power at that time would even unconsciously erode the spirits of ghosts, turning them into unconscious, irrational puppets who only fanatically believed in him. Master Ling Yun joined in the evening, and the coffin old man once remembered and proudly told him about the grand scene when the ghost kingdom palace was first established and thousands of ghosts came to court.

But when Master Ling Yun joined, only ghosts like them who had signed a soul contract with the ghost king Wu Rong could enter this palace.

And later on... the soul bond couldn't resist the erosion of darkness.

The ghost king Wu Rong sealed off the palace, and the supreme king is doomed to be alone.

Master Ling Yun came to his senses from his memories. Although there is no palace now, there are also no ghost slaves who prostrate and hold up lamps. But Wu Rong's soul is there, the vicious and powerful ghost dog king lying on the ground docilely and loyally, using his huge body as a temporary throne. Wu Rong leaned on it, holding the silver horn in his hand. With a casual glance, that gaze can make the most arrogant ghost surrender willingly and tremble all over.

But things are still different after all.

Wu Rong was no longer alone, Master Lingyun saw that Fu Qing was right behind him, not far or near. Holding Wu Rong's body in his arms, he looked at the place where Wu Rong was, without paying any attention to others. When Wu Rong was blowing the horn, his eyes met him inadvertently. There was a special atmosphere between the two of them that no one else could penetrate.

Rao was Master Lingyun, who had always disapproved of Wu Rong and Fu Qing being together. After seeing this scene, he suddenly felt relieved, as if the block that had troubled him for many years disappeared, and he was indescribably relieved.

He willingly walked up to him, knelt down on one knee, put his hands on his knees, and bowed his head respectfully.

"My subordinate Yunzhongke, see my king."

Snapped!

The old man in the coffin suddenly appeared with a crisp sound, surrounded by black mist. He looked at Wu Rong fanatically and piously, as if this was his only belief in this life. Afterwards, he knelt down beside Master Lingyun neatly: "Your coffin elder, see my king!"

The red mist comes lightly, with its faintly charming fragrance, which makes people and ghosts confused. The mist danced lightly like red flying flowers, and quietly landed in front of Master Ling Yun to the left, where a pale red female ghost phantom appeared. Even if the phantom is hazy and indistinct, it can still make people feel her ultimate beautiful charm.

To be able to see the king without kneeling, this is the honor given to her by the king after Hongxiu has made great contributions. But she never used this right once, and the red phantom knelt down, like a docile lamb in front of a shepherd.

"Subordinate Hongxiu, see my king, willing to die for the king."

The soul deed shone brightly, and a silver powder-like bright light suddenly appeared above their heads. When the tattoo is on the cheek, it doesn't show up, but after zooming in, it turns out that everyone's soul pattern is different, and the edges can be put together!

An incomplete, burning and moving silver epiphyllum appeared, because the part without Su Xiaomi was not complete. After the appearance of the soul deed, the powerful ghost aura in their bodies was completely aroused, and they shot straight into the sky like a beam of light, broke through the thick clouds, and filled the four directions, as magnificent and magnificent as the dusk of the gods. Looking from a distance, a large number of gray skeletons and black resentful souls are kneeling on the ground further away, and the ghosts floating in the air are densely packed like snowflakes.

Wu Rong put down the horn. Although he stopped playing, the sound of the horn still echoed in the universe, becoming more and more agitated, until at the climax, Wu Rong stood up, looked at the direction where the giant grave beast was standing, lightly swept over the stick and stood still. The high priest, whose eyes fell on him, said calmly, "Fight for me."

"Fight for you!"