Ghost Husband: The Beloved of the Underworld
Human Girl

Yeji could not see if there was a figure under the black smoke, and it seemed like Yeji could not escape, so he could only try his luck.

Yeji took out "Ashura" and shot an arrow into the heart of the black smoke under Yuna's shocked gaze.

The translucent arrow that emitted white fluorescence suddenly brought about strong winds, and then quickly disappeared into black smoke.

In an instant, the black smoke quickly retreated, as if it had life, and seemed to notice that there was an exorcism artifact in front of it, and did not dare to act rashly.

Yeji's heart was overjoyed, it seemed like this invisible ghost was also afraid of Ashura.

But Yeji was only happy for one second, and the next second he was completely frozen in place.

Just listening to the "explosion", the black smoke suddenly stretched out a dark and slender arm like a dead branch, and rushed towards him, very quickly.

Yeji dodged to the side and dodged the long hand attack, and Yuna was frightened and dumbfounded, stunned on the spot.

The black hand did not give up, its arms stretched out by several centimeters, and once again aimed at Yeji and bowed deftly, as if determined to catch him.

Yeji dodged to the left and to the right and threw a few arrows at him, but the hand was very cunning, and when he saw Ashura, he quickly pulled back the hand into the black smoke.

After a few times, Yeji did not hit him at all.

"Sister Yeji!" Yeji heard Yuna calling her.

Yeji looked back, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of her lips, and Yeji knew at that gaze that she was going to make a trick.

Sure enough, he jerked his hand towards Yeji, trying to push him towards the black smoke.

Oh, Yeji sneered inwardly, with your speed like that, you also want to sneak towards me?

Yuna may not have imagined that Yeji was practicing taekwondo.

As soon as she reached out, Yeji quickly grabbed her slender wrist, tripped on her lower leg, and threw it to the ground.

"Aah!" He covered his head and shouted in pain, and Yeji could not help but glance at him, knowing that he was weak, and just wanted to scare him and tell him to stop playing tricks, but don't really destroy it.

As a result, with this disturbance, the black hand suddenly attacked Yeji and wrapped his wrist firmly like a rope.

Yeji did not have time to grab the leg of the bench next to her, and Yeji was dragged into the black smoke by that arm.

Yeji's last realization was to see Yuna who fell to the ground, and show a schadenfreude smile.

In front of Yeji, there seemed to be a damp mist hitting Yeji's face, and he smelled sulfur from the volcanic rock, which made him cough for a while.

"Is he awake? "

Yeji heard a strange voice, like a child holding his throat making a hoarse and low childish voice.

"Go and report to your master, the sacrifice is awake."

A sacrifice? When Yeji heard this word, he instantly came to his senses like an initiation.

When Yeji slowly opened his eyes, he saw a layer of plain white gauze tent, swaying without wind, slowly dancing, and coated with aqua blue brocade under his body, soft and slender, slender, smelled with a faint aroma.

Is this an old bed?

When Yeji looked up, the ancient inner room was very dark, with a bright red candle burning on the carved table in the middle of the room, and no other lighting.

Taking a closer look, Yeji saw a child with a black face and two black horns on his head, standing silently beside the white jade pillar in the corner of the room, who was, standing with his head hanging and his face full of respect.

The black horn on the other end reminded him of Jaemin's guard Han Su.

Yeji remembered that she was taken away by the black fog before she was in a coma, and Yuna said that the demon messenger who came to accept the sacrifice, then this must be hell.

Underworld, isn't that to Jaemin's territory?

At this moment, the door was pushed open with a "creak", followed by an evil and terrifying aura, emitting a terrifying chill.

Inevitably Yeji shivered, hurriedly closed his eyes, and heard a voice in his ear: "Greetings Lord Ghost King."

Then, steady footsteps approached Yeji.

Yeji held her breath nervously, pretending to be unconscious without moving, and there was a flaring depression in front of her, as if the man called the ghost king was standing on the edge of the sofa watching her.

Heye? Isn't he a ghost? Why is there no cold around?

As Yeji wondered, the ghost king suddenly spoke in a deep voice: "This is a human girl in the Qing period?"

What the fuck! What are you saying! Try saying it again!

Yeji really felt anxious about her situation, and she opened her eyes to face this ghost king.

It was a young man, handsome and graceful, but cold and arrogant, a dark robe hanging on his shoulder, the most unusual thing was his long silver hair, the one that fell to his waist was like a waterfall, with two silver-feathered pointed ears above his head, and his eyes were as deep as ice.

At this moment, he looked at Yeji coldly with expressionless eyes.

But Yeji was attracted by the two ears on his head, and he couldn't help being dumbfounded, wasn't he a ghost? Why does Yeji think he's more like a dog.

Out of place, his mouth spoke without thinking: "Look at the man, like a dog."

The ghost king seemed to be angry at Yeji, and he narrowed his cold eyes and said in a deep voice: "What a brave woman, dare to look at this king like this."

As soon as those words fell, Yeji was lifted from the bed by her and thrown to the ground.

Yeji trains her taekwondo instincts, which causes Yeji to roll to the side and stand up again.

'Really shit! I shouldn't have exposed my martial self.'

Sure enough, the ghost king's eyes twinkled, and he slowly hooked the corner of his lips: "This sacrifice is very interesting."

Saying that, as soon as he raised his hand, a black rope suddenly appeared around Yeji, and before he could react, Yeji was firmly tied to the white jade pillar by him.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing? Let me go!" Yeji continued to struggle, but she found that the demon rope was getting tighter, and Yeji just stopped moving and just looked at her warily.

The ghost king walked slowly, took out a sharp black nail, and forcefully hooked his chin, and the stinging pain made Yeji gasp.

He approached, his nose moved slightly, he sniffed Yeji's face, and a faint smile appeared on his eyebrows: "Rightly, it is a pure Yin physique, a pure Yin one, and it will definitely exert greater force when put into the Yin and Yang furnace."

Yeji said in a deep voice, "I warn you, if you dare to hurt me I promise you won't be able to eat and walk around."

He raised his eyebrows, pinched Yeji's chin and increased his strength, and said coldly: "You are the sacrifice the king paid, and you are not qualified to threaten the king."

Yeji frowned painfully, and couldn't help but exclaim: "I am the wife of the Northern Underworld Prince of the Ghost Clan, if you dare to touch me, I will, Your Majesty won't let you go!"

He was startled and let go of Yeji's chin.

After a while, a shallow smile slowly surfaced on his lips: "It turns out you are really his wife, and I know that the king should not leave that night."

Yeji was shocked in her heart, and suddenly realized: "You were the one who pretended to be Jaemin that night!"

He smiled indifferently and whispered in Yeji's ear: "Ji'er remember?"

"Don't call me Ji'er!" Jerky Yeji.