The Ghost King's
Between Love & Hate

He said it as if he knew me very well I did not reply and I could not recall any memories of him in my mind.

I walked up the mountain and he followed me all the time, he felt a little safe.

It was getting dark and there was no end to the road I stopped and set up my tent. For the archaeological team this was something they were good at.

I sat in the tent, the king of the underworld following me the whole time he was also inside, I felt a little helpless even though he had no body, he said, I knew that he was the next guy he could see my every move. I really can't ignore it.

"Eh... We used to be very familiar with each other?" I asked awkwardly.

He could only hear her soft voice, "Maybe."

Outside it was already pitch black I heard the sound of leaves blowing in the wind.I wonder if the King of Hell is afraid of the cold?

I thought back to lying in my sleeping bag and sleeping at night.

Before I could fall asleep the sound of a trodden withered leaf coming from outside, "Kacha-Kacha-" got closer to me.

Amara immediately got up and raised the corner of the tent on the outer ground too dark, I could only see a pair of shining green eyes approaching me with the sound of withered leaves scattering.

Amara sat back in the tent and whispered, "Are you still there?"

"Huh?"

I feel relieved for a reason, S

the sound of footsteps drew closer

my palms are a little sweaty, though,

ghosts don't have physical bodies those things definitely belong to the zombie type. If that's the case they should be aiming for the Corpse King's heart in my body.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps suddenly stopped as I expected even though they wanted the Heart of the Corpse King, the power of the Corpse King's Heart was enough to frighten them.

The legend about Xingyun Mountain was incomplete, At that time only a portion of people had left the mountain and there were still some stationed here.

Yet after hundreds of years those people were still there maintaining the appearance of zombie corpses. It could be seen that there were indeed frightening things on Xingyun Mountain.

But why would Ming El put my heart here?

My nerves were tense constantly remembering all the curses in my memory, I was not afraid of dying but I would never allow myself to stop here!

"That's coming." A cold voice.

"What's here?"

Without waiting I asked, the tent was torn apart…

An extremely disgusting looking zombie stood in front of me.I sat in the tent and stared at his face filled with pus and red and yellow pus fell on his face.The clothes he was wearing were no longer visible and a foul smell gushed in her face.

Amara was just about to stand up when some familiar use of spells appeared in my mind.

He rushed towards me and my body couldn't react, so I could only see him rushing over.

Could he die like this?

 My heart stopped beating. 

Why is Ming El still on my mind?

Amara clenched her fists. The zombie didn't touch me and flew right out.

I heard some soft laughter: "I'll protect you, not why be afraid."

It was like persuading a child.

"I'm not afraid." I said firmly.

"En sleep I've put up a barrier.No more zombies will come."

I don't know why but I have an inexplicable trust in him, he said that he would protect me ...

Amara closed her eyes and searched through the memories in her mind but there was no memory of her.

There was only Ming El, Ming El who was heartbreaking and loving as if my eyes were wet again, and before I fell asleep I could hear ***** long of sadness.

A peaceful night.

When I woke up again I woke up and saw the black fog next to my sleeping bag turning purple.

"You're gonna change color again?" I smile.

The purple humanoid silhouette slowly raised its head.I felt a gentle look on my body and then disappeared.

.....

Last night, a zombie collapsed in front of the tent with its limbs wide open and a pair of white eyes rolled almost out.

Amara hurriedly looked around luckily for nothing. Zombies do not exist.

Stepping out of the tent and storing it away, the Underworld King was always by my side.

"What's your name?" I asked, trying to break the awkward atmosphere on the road.

"You call me Yan Ma."

"Yes." Yeah." I didn't get to the point where I didn't know what to say.

After walking for a while a white mist suddenly emerged from the entire forest and his field of vision was only a meter away.

The white mist in front of me made me a little nervous.

I opened my mouth and shouted, "Yan Ma? Yan Ma?"

'"Whoosh-" A gust of wind blew past and a white mist was blown but the white mist in front of him did not disperse at all.

"Yan Ma?"

I didn't get an answer, nor was I ready to look for it anymore I was originally ready to come alone.

I boldly walked forward in confusion not knowing where to go.

"Come-" The bewitching voice of a woman surrounds me and I feel familiar.

"Face-up" As the delicate girl walked forward my arms and legs no longer seemed to be mine.

It slowly became clear in front of me that a large tombstone was placed in front of me.

His heart immediately contracted with a thump, whose grave was it?

I want to see more clearly and slowly come in.

At this moment the familiar woman's voice seemed to call out in great sorrow, "Go back-back-"

I reached out my hand subconsciously wanting to touch the tombstone.

A gust of wind blew past and a black figure blocked my path.

"Marrata!" Ming El roared furiously.

I'm surprised why he's here?

Ming El clutched my neck.

His eyes were filled with anger yet there was still a trace of heartache in them?

"Are you really going to betray this king!" He spoke in a cold tone.

"What?" I don't understand.

Betraying him?, if wanting to leave him is considered treason then I would very much want to betray him.

His hand moved to my neck and slowly tightened, "This king really doesn't want to kill you."

Amara stared wide-eyed, her body filled with killing intent.The hand on my neck was constantly tightening did she really want to kill me? !

"Why?" Ming El's behavior makes me sad

Tears almost came out of my eyes, he who had loved me for so long who had loved me so deeply wanted to kill me?

A pair of deep red eyes Ming El looked straight at me he gritted his teeth as if he wanted to see something. From time to time complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

Amara nearly suffocated to death as the hand tightly grabbed my neck and subconsciously clasped her hand.

One tear gushed from my eyes after exhausting my last bit of strength I closed my eyes and let go.

Tears fell directly to the ground.

"Coughs, coughs." The impact woke me up, ignoring the burning sensation in my throat panting and seizing the life force.

If this body dies I am completely dead …

Amara lay on the ground and looked at the black-robed man in front of her I don't know when the fog disappeared I can see his pale and handsome face clearly. He also looked down at me the sun was shining on him leaving a shadow on me.