The Ghost King's
Previous Life

They say that the ghost princess was killed by the ghost king himself about two thousand years ago,the dream I had seemed to have some real explanation if I had a little more brain might get a clue as to what my previous life meant,was it in my previous life that I was killed by this Ghost King?, and in this life, I was captured by him again. Continuing to be her Ghost Princess was not something young that I would meet in the future.

Thinking about this made me dizzy, Amara breathed a sigh of relief because I was tired of still having to rush my own way, Amara said, so do not know it will be bad or not to know the results first smoothly or not.

But in my dream I clearly heard him say that he loves me right, so why did he kill me huh?.Amara really can't figure out what happened at that time.

Amara sectika shook her head and focused my attention, I don't really care ok~ok~, it's good to find a way to get out.

I looked around the corner and didn't dare to turn around until I didn't see any ghosts after a while.

Not far away I raised my head and could not help but scream in fear huaaa...!

A ghost with one hand missing from his eyes covered his ears with the other, his face slightly crooked.

And the sect was floating in the air all over his body white, white cloth covered his head and feet were very dry kya wrinkles that, I just feel dizzy and nauseous like a ghost in horror movies, no! the ghost of kriput guel guel.

The twisted-faced ghost grabbed her own eyes and put them back in her sockets - a sinister and disgusting sting .

He looked at me sharply for a moment and said to the ghost beside him in a heavy hoarse voice, "This person has something very powerful strength in his body. If we eat it deeper we will probably be able to increase our strength significantly fine dining."

The ghost beside me looked at me very sharply, I couldn't see those creepy eyes.

There seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at me under his white cloth. "We can't eat it and look at the clothes. Could it be the Ghost Princess."

"Omong empty, How could a Ghost Princess be so weak?"

The ghost of the white cloth seemed to think about this as well as how could a weak phantom Princess.

Amara hurriedly went to approach them and pretended to see them.

I said in a stunning tone and sagat mensra anjay, "Do you see where Ming El went?"

The twisted-faced ghost was puzzled and asked, "Ming El?"

The white cloth ghost beside him forcefully bumped into him, "Ming El is the name of our Ghost King, it's not something we can call a little ghost because he can call him by the name of Ghost King, she must be the Ghost Princess."

After saying the words, she bowed to me and greeted me "Hostle Princess".

'"Greetings, Ghost Princess, I want to know where the Ghost King went.Please forgive me, Ghost Princess."

Amara pretended to be fierce and my gaze swept sharply.

I nodded and said, "All of you, get out of here."

"Yes ready princess." said someone

When I finished talking, I turned around and walked to my original room without any hesitation.There was nothing I could do about it anymore even though the place had imprisoned me yes it seemed like it was the safest place here than outside,perhaps the safest place right now was to be on the side of Ming El.

The voices of the two ghosts kept coming from behind me, making my scalp numb as paralyzed,"Aiyoo why do my eyeballs keep falling hi~?, I just put it hi~ and dropped it again hi~."

"You can wear a white cloth like me no, so that you don't lose sight of it again when you give a gift yes, which will disturb the interest of the Ghost King and Ghost Princess."

"I'm not like you ok. I don't even have feet to know. Look, that white insect fell from your body hi~. I still haven't taken it yet."

"I wonder if we have just left a good impression on the Ghost Princess hi~."

"Sst, don't talk anymore silence lah😬. Ghost Princess can hear you know."

"..."

The silent sect had no sound in the corridor and my mind was filled with their words for a long time.My body started to tremble fortunately he was wearing a white cloth alone it could not make me feel afraid.

Amara returned to the room without any guts because I was tired.

It reminds me of what Ming El was. What made him kill the princess then guess what the problem was?

As he thought about it with a frown, he fell onto the soft bed and subconsciously he began to fall into a deep sleep.

In the dream of Amara.

In my dream, I was still wearing a long red robe with a line of maniacs, but my appearance was still very young.I wore a long red dress and sat by the river.

Amara said to the handsome young man dressed in black beside her, "Ah El look at this river of forgetfulness El, there are a few souls in her El I worry they still have a desire that El has not fulfilled."

The black-clothed youth named Ming El looked at Amara Feng in a daze and did not answer my words.

I grabbed into that river of forgetfulness and immediately suddenly a soul grabbed my hand and pulled me down, I was almost pulled down. The young man in black clothes pulled me away ferociously filled with passion.

His jade-like face was a little angry, "What are you doing ha!"

"i want to keep him company." Amara was a little surprised to hear that.

But the young man did not have much of a reaction.

He simply said with a cold expression, "After I have completed my great task you can go wherever you want."

Amara smiled very sadly in her dream as if there were many unspoken worries in my heart.

Amara opened her eyes slowly

the last smile in my dream still made me unable to make me recover.The young man was probably Ming El but what great cause did he mean?

The room was really dark, without a hint of light whatever it might have been night, I touched the darkness and wanted to find some candle flame seeds.

When I heard the sound of a wooden door being pushed open, I was dumbfounded in shock., I looked towards the side from which the sound was coming from but it was also dark.

The sound of clothes flying came closer and the room immediately lit up brightly. Ming El turned into a large red robe of white hair long loosely tied with a red rope of mixed white and onto the emasan behind him and tied a very beautiful knot, which was very beautiful,a face I could never see was clearly placed in front of me. It was a very pretty face maybe some women were envious of her face but unfortunately it was too cold.

Ming El came to hold my hand and coldly said to me, "Follow this king out to meet a princess guest."

Ming El did not seem to be in a good mood and his slightly gloomy face was extremely frightening.I did not dare to refute him so I obediently followed him out to greet the guests.

After passing through the winding and pitch-black corridor he finally reached the outside of the room. Although there was not much bright light he was finally able to see it very clearly.

As soon as they slowly left they heard a noise. Maybe they should say ghost mountain and ghost sea because of this crowd.

Ming El took me to a high platform and looked at everything below.

There were countless strange ghosts down there even though I was unable to see it clearly, I can say that those ghosts might be similar to the two ghosts I met today.

Ming El raised his hand only to see the ghosts stop talking and look at this tall platform.

Ming El slowly spoke loudly, still cold but very discouragement,"Today is the wedding day of this king.To celebrate the return of My Ghost Princess, this King is giving every guest here the Pearl of the Nether."

Cheers soon rang out below, without further explanation I knew that these Underworld Pearls must be rare objects right,that if sold in the world I can get millions of money can be billion dollar.

Without waiting for me I was curious Ming El's expression suddenly changed, He furrowed his brows and looked to the side.

I followed his gaze and saw that there seemed to be a black fog on the other side that I could not see clearly.

Mingel was a little dazed and I did not dare to disturb him in the slightest. I knew that he was not someone I could provoke.

After it was a festive banquet, Ming el took me around casually and greeted all of them. During this time Mingel had held my hand, his hand was extremely cold and grasping my warm hand was at last a hint of warmth within Ming el.