Wang Chaling passed by the corpses and walked straight towards the wooden house. The door of the wooden house was not locked and was opened with just a slight push.

As soon as the door opened, a puff of dust rushed in, and the soul of the dead suddenly appeared in front of Wang Cha's body, blocking all the dust.

"Cough~cough~cough~!"

The sound of coughing sounded in Wang Chaling's ears, and Wang Chaling frowned when he saw the ghost of his father who couldn't stop coughing.

The second generation of dead souls are not bad in terror. They were also the main force in Wang Chaling's hands in the past. However, as time goes by, the supernatural beings that Wang Chaling comes into contact with become more and more terrifying. The second generation of dead souls seem to have no choice but to use the immortality of ghosts to help Wang Chaling.

Test out some ghost abilities.

after all.

It is also impossible for him to keep the souls of the second generation in a superimposed state all the time. The cost is small, but it does not mean there is no cost.

Putting his palm on the shoulder of his father's dead soul, the ghosts spread, and the curse was also supernatural. Also within the suppression range, the dead souls belonged to Wang Chaling to a certain extent. The ghosts' judgment method could ignore the existence of the dead souls.

"The level of terror is not bad, but there is no need to control it." Looking at the dust ball in his hand, Wang Chaling shook his head and handed it to his grandfather.

The old man is more reliable, but as soon as he took it, he exerted force on his palm, dust flew everywhere, and he fell into a state of panic.

Step into the wooden house.

Part of the huge tree trunk has been squeezed into the interior of the wooden house, making the wooden house, which is not large to begin with, even more narrow.

The furniture in the house was scattered in a mess. Only one bed was still intact. The quilt was covered with a slightly bulging quilt. Wang Chaling signaled the second-generation soul to come forward and lifted the quilt.

A skeleton caught Wang Chaling's eyes.

The head was covered by a monk's robe.

The bones are not the same color as normal human beings after death. Instead, they seem to be carved from a piece of fine jade. They are crystal clear and emit a soul-stirring light.

This is the top half.

The dead souls pulled down all the quilts.

Countless black branches gathered and entangled in the lower part of the skeleton. The lower part of the bed had already collapsed, but those branches filled in and kept it flat.

"By infecting the ghost tree in this way, you can also plunder the monk's supernatural powers. Could this fierce ghost also have wisdom?" Wang Chaling was a little unsure.

Whether it is human skin paper or Old Qin, the information revealed is that the ghost king has no wisdom and they will not lie, but it does not mean that the information must be current.

This fierce ghost really doesn't seem to be without intelligence. It's just coincidence and instinct that can't reach this level.

"Grandpa, grandma, please help me stay here. If anything goes wrong later, if you can ensure my safety, just forcibly wake me up. If you can't ensure my safety, just take me away." Wang Chaling

said.

Immediately afterwards.

Wang Chaling stepped forward, opened the monk's robe, and looked at Wang Chaling with his skeletal green eyes, and a psychedelic world gradually unfolded.
Chapter completed!