The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

To the west, the misty forest, the clouds and mist are so misty that you can hardly see your fingers. Even the scorching sun at noon can't penetrate the mist.

Odd-shaped old trees are overgrown, the ground is wet, weeds are overgrown, and the swamp is full of poisonous things.

There is no sound or color, no beasts or birds, no wind and birds, only a hazy, almost eerie silence.

Suddenly, a figure broke into the misty forest, easily avoiding the swamp and trees, as if he could see it clearly, or he was familiar with it.

"Who is here?" A hoarse voice came from the misty forest, which was extremely strange.

"Wu Yue." The visitor responded, and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

"It turns out to be the young master. The old slave is at a loss to welcome me. The young master has come from afar. What orders do you have?" The hoarse voice became reverent, and the sound of kneeling on one knee was faintly heard.

"Did anyone jump over the fence during the autumn hunt?" Wu Yue asked sternly.

"I haven't found it yet." The old slave was hidden in the mist, and he could only vaguely see his hunchback.

"Pass down the order, if someone breaks into the forbidden area during the autumn hunting, he can only be captured, and must not be killed. If someone insists on breaking into the forbidden area, you have nothing to do, try to drive the intruder out of the forbidden area, and must not harm."

"Young master, this..." The old servant hesitated for a moment.

"I will explain myself, and pass on the order quickly."

"Yes, young master." After finishing speaking, the figure of the old slave disappeared into the mist.

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In the south, it is gloomy. Occasionally, there are strange crowing sounds of crows, and the rustling sound of the wind, which makes the old tree look extraordinarily ferocious, like a ghost with teeth and claws.

Stepping on dry fallen leaves, making a slight sound.

The apricot-colored plain clothes were raised slightly, drawing graceful arcs, and she had a calm demeanor, almost completely hiding the aura on her body.

The woman in Tsing Yi followed behind her, holding the saber around her waist tightly, and stood up vigilantly.

A strange atmosphere is spreading, and there is a hint of danger.

Through the dense jungle, a slender black figure was vaguely seen.

Getting closer and clearer.

"Miss, it's alone." The woman in Tsing Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's dangerous, that person probably noticed us too." The apricot-clothed girl frowned slightly, it wasn't that the person was dangerous, but there was danger nearby, and that person was probably also on guard.

"What danger?" Yi Lan clenched the saber around her waist again, and walked in front of Luo Wanqing, her whole body on guard.

"Shhh, go over and have a look, please speak softly." With a tap of his toes, he jumped into the air, waved his plain sleeves, kicked off the tree trunk, and flew away with his strength.

The apricot-colored cloak was lifted up, like spreading the wings of a butterfly, dancing in the air.

"Miss." Yi Lan called softly, feeling a little worried in her heart, she hurriedly followed her quietly.

The figure not far away moved his footsteps, the black cloak was raised slightly, and he looked at him vigilantly.

The four eyes faced each other, one pair of indifferent black eyes, and the other pair of half-moon glazed eyes.

The girl in apricot clothes stood beside the tree head, slim and graceful, with a white gauze covering her face, surprise and shock flashed across her beautiful glass-colored eyes, and the elegant plain clothes couldn't conceal the brilliance of the glass all over her body.

"Miss." Yi Lan chased after her, looked warily at the person not far away, and was also surprised.

The atmosphere was a bit weird, and all three of them remained motionless.

Suddenly, a roar came from the dense forest, breaking the silence.