She dressed as a concubine and was targeted by the powerful brother.

Chapter 205 The End
King Guangping's crying and shouting made Fu Jiao and He Wushu pay attention to that side at the same time.

When Yan Ji saw it, her heart was in a state of confusion.

She no longer cared about the Fierce Ghost Crack or whether Fu Jiao was okay. She stumbled over and ran over. When she checked Zhao Hao's breath, her already pale complexion became a bit paler.

——Zhao Hao is dying.

Almost immediately, Yan Ji stretched out her ghost claws without hesitation and dug into her heart.

Ordinary people cannot see Yan Ji.

Only Zhao Hao, who was about to die, was frightened by this scene. He weakly stretched out his hand towards Yan Ji, but King Guangping thought he wanted to hold his hand, "What's wrong, son? What's wrong?!"

Zhao Hao looked at Yan Ji in confusion, but Yan Ji said nothing and silently pulled out a white and transparent thing from his chest.

"……What's this?"

Every time he spoke a word, he vomited blood.

Yanji's eyes were sore, but she had been dead for so long that she could no longer shed tears.

She whispered: "Five hundred years of evil ghosts will have more soul veins. I will give you the soul veins, and you can avoid ghosts and live a little longer." As long as it takes just a moment and a half, Fu Jiao will be able to wait for Fu Jiao. Save him and he can continue to live happily in the world.

"how about you?"

Tears fell from the corners of Zhao Hao's eyes.

Yan Ji reached out and wanted to wipe away his tears, but she couldn't even do this.

She said: "Without me...Originally, it was a mistake for me to stay with you for so long."

These days, she finally understood that Song Lang and Zhao Hao were two people.

Song Lang had failed her and died five hundred years ago.

But Zhao Hao, five hundred years later, took her boating on Cuiwei Lake and admiring flowers in Yangchun Garden. She could feel his fear of her at the beginning and his sincere treatment of her later on.

Zhao Hao choked with sobs, "Yan Ji, I promised to die for love... I am willing to die for love with you..."

"But I don't want to die in love with you."

Yan Ji smiled slightly, "Zhao Hao, I should have died five hundred years ago. Now, my biggest wish is that you can survive."

The five-hundred-year-old ghost has lost its soul veins, just like a person who has lost his heart.

Yan Ji gradually became ethereal and transparent.

Even if Fu Jiao was aware of the situation on their side, she was at a loss for words and could not stop it. She could only cry and shout: "Yan Ji! Yan Ji! I haven't found a way for you to be reincarnated, so you can't disappear!"

Yan Ji heard Fu Jiao's voice and looked back with her last strength.

Her cold face finally showed a warm expression of human beings, and she said with a smile: "Fu Jiao, my wish has never been to be reincarnated. I hope you can save Zhao Hao and let him live well in the world... In this way, I Your wish will be fulfilled.”

"Yanji!"

Fu Jiao and Zhao Hao couldn't keep a female ghost without a soul.

Zhao Hao had a soul vein in his body, which stopped the blood on his neck.

In an instant, the dark clouds dissipated, and the brilliant glow cast thousands of golden lights from the clouds, making the world peaceful.

"what happened?"

He Wuyi was stunned.

Before his eyes, he found that his blood had no effect, and the gap that released the ghost was slowly shrinking and healing.

But Fu Jiao understood at this time.

She was bathed in the golden light of merit and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

Just because she finally agreed to Yan Ji's request, she fulfilled her last wish, accidentally triggered the golden light, and gained the last merit.

What is her purpose in this world?
The purpose is to accumulate merit, make oneself stronger, and become the undoubted number one mystic master in the Fuxin Realm. She never thought that it was Yan Ji's death that made her successful.

The skill that was consumed by the Five Ghosts and He Wuyan was replenished by the golden light of merit when she turned around. She seemed to have endless strength and finally had the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods. The last merit given to her by Yan Ji allowed her to become a truly powerful mysterious master, able to connect with ghosts and gods and summon golden immortals.

Fu Jiao closed her eyes and made a secret with her hands.

"I know your surname, I know your name. By the order of King Yuqingzhen and the laws of Nine Heavens Thunder Ancestor, I summon the gods of the underworld to eliminate demons and ghosts in the world..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost door that He Wuyao spent almost all his life to open closed instantly.

Before he could be surprised, he saw black and white impermanence, a bull's head and a horse's face appearing above the gap.

"Who's calling us?"

"It's you?"

Black and white Wuchang looked at He Wuyan, shook his head, and said to Fu Jiao: "It's you. The golden merits in your body are overflowing. There are less than ten people in the world who can cultivate to this level in the world today."

Fu Jiao barely maintained her composure.

She raised her hand and pointed at He Wuyan, "Master Ghosts and Gods, I want to sue this person. As a mysterious master, he helped the evil deeds and released the evil ghosts from the underworld to cause chaos in the world."

Since they are ghosts and gods, they know the situation at a glance.

Instructed by Black and White Wuchang, the Bull-headed Horse-faced man immediately took out his chains and put a set on He Wuxiang, "Humph! Even a mere warlock dares to practice such sorcery. Come with us to the underworld for a trial!"

He Wuyang didn't dare to resist.

He didn't even understand why Fu Jiao was suddenly able to summon ghosts and gods.

Being able to communicate with ghosts and gods, with such strength, even if he spent all his efforts, he could not hurt her in the slightest. So, what's the point of persisting?
He closed his eyes, completely resigned to his fate.

Fu Jiao pointed at the seriously injured Zhao Hao again, hoping that the black and white impermanence would be spared, "He has not yet reached the end of his life, and he is like this because of the influence of the demon. I hope the ghosts and gods will be accommodating."

Bai Wuchang glanced at Zhao Hao lightly and said, "Oh, he is fine. With his soul veins protecting his body, not only will he not die, but he will probably live longer."

"That's good."

Fu Jiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Hei Wuchang murmured to himself at this time, "I don't know what five-hundred-year-old ghost is willing to consume his own soul." Bai Wuchang guessed: "Maybe he has done many evil things and is afraid of being tortured in the underworld, so he should do some good things in advance. Bar."

"Who knows."

"..."

Several ghosts and gods chattered and made sure that there were no more ghosts around who could slip through the net, so they detained He Wuyan and took him to the underworld for trial.

He Wuhao's heart is as gray as death.

He turned his head and looked at Fu Jiao with nostalgia. Instead of defending himself, he just said softly: "Do you know why my parents named me 'Wu Hao'?"

"why?"

"Doctors don't heal themselves. They want me to have a safe life without any illness."

"Ah."

Fu Jiao's attitude was cold.

Seeing her look like this, He Wuyao knew that he really didn't have half a chance. He lowered his head and smiled bitterly. After all, he was hiding some words in his heart.

He avenged his parents, what was wrong with him?
It's a pity that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, and his own strength is not enough to save his parents. After all, the fate in this life is shallow, whether it is the relationship with parents, friends, or love, it is all too shallow.

Afterlife...

There is no afterlife either.

He Wuyang shook his head, dragging the heavy chains and shackles, step by step with the black and white faces of the bull-headed horse, and walked into the underworld.