The old man who looked like a Demon King made him feel... filled with evil and a murderous aura.
Everyone, with sin, needs to confess to the priest. The priest is actually the town’s pastor. He can cleanse sins and gain power from the sins of others.
He comes from an ancient place, a mysterious land, where there is a church halfway up the mountain.
He once studied there until one day, seventeen children completely changed the place.
Since then, he has become a source of some kind of misfortune. Those who get close to him seem to be affected by the aura he exudes, becoming twisted and evil.
But this time, the priest noticed something was off.
That little girl in the red dress seemed inherently evil.
As for the Demon King with the aged voice... his body exuded an extreme evil, a fusion of seven different sins.
They didn’t need to be twisted; they were inherently twisted!
The priest’s feeling was correct.
This Demon King was Jicheng’s Demon King, An Rongzai.
Absorbing the seven ultimate sins, An Rongzai naturally exuded an incredibly evil aura.
"A priest? This guise surprises me quite a bit," he said.
A Demon King of this power level could naturally identify who was attempting to invade his realm at a glance.
An Rongzai and Jiang Qing unexpectedly aligned.
Immediately, An Rongzai felt a desire to kill an old acquaintance.
That person he never met, but that spiritual power awakened a memory.
"My two good grandsons... I almost forgot them, yet they suddenly awaken me."
"I really must thank you, priest."
A terrifying power surged forth again!
Jiang Qing clapped her hands and said,
"Grandpa, you’re so powerful! Let’s kill him together!"
What surprised An Rongzai was that this girl named Jiang Qing had a deathly aura around her.
She wasn’t the only one with this aura.
"Both of you, come out. Do you really think I can’t find you hidden in the mist?"
An Rongzai’s voice, like a storm, dissipated the surrounding mist.
In the next moment...
The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground echoed.
A pair of shoes radiating a bloody red sheen made An Rongzai momentarily dazed.
"Why don’t you kneel before the queen?"
The shoes grew more dazzling, but An Rongzai just snorted coldly.
Jiang Qing stuck out her tongue:
"Bleh bleh bleh, sister’s shoes are so pretty."
Really want to snatch them. Jiang Qing didn’t say this out loud.
Then, the sound of the suona horn rose, and the Ghost Bride in red wedding attire appeared surrounded by coffin bearers.
For the first time, An Rongzai felt threatened. The Shoe Woman was strong, but her power system was unfamiliar to him.
However, the red fog exuded by the Ghost Bride was very familiar to him.
Jiang Qing suddenly pursed her lips and said,
"It’s boring, everyone is so powerful. In that case, I’ll join too!"
Jiang Qing suddenly crushed her own throat with her hands.
In the instant she was supposed to step into death, her body began to transform. Gradually, her figure became elongated.
Her red, slender, eerie form emerged. The powerful aura made An Rongzai frown slightly:
"A little girl, and yet she can be so strong?"
It must be known that An Rongzai, to become what he is now, had absorbed a considerable amount of power. So he was somewhat envious, not expecting anyone to directly possess such strength.
If it was in Jicheng, in his stronghold, he wouldn’t fear anyone.
But here, he could only rely on his own power without Jicheng’s external aid.
Even so, An Rongzai wasn’t too concerned.
Because he could feel that the Ghost Bride, along with the woman in mysterious red shoes, and this slender eerie figure, seemed to be on their own.
Moreover, the three all had deathly auras, as if they were forcibly pulled here by some rules but wouldn’t survive long.
"I’ve remembered. I died already. How dull," Jiang Qing said.
At these words, the Ghost Bride also froze.
She also recalled what had happened to her. Her coffin was taken, and the current coffin was created by her telekinesis.
The Shoe Woman realized too that she should have died, especially her shoes, which had all their power absorbed... Logically, they shouldn’t have any seductive power left.
Unless, some rule brought her back in a ghostly form, restoring her powers to a specific point in time.
"It seems that aside from me and this priest, all of you are already dead. But I am not the one who summoned you here; I was summoned too."
"And, the one who initially invaded our minds, awakening our hatred for someone, was you, wasn’t it?"
The Demon King’s figure flickered and, in an instant, appeared behind the priest.
Its terrifying claw gripped the priest’s throat, lifting him effortlessly.
An Rongzai, being wily, wouldn’t allow the situation to become a one-on-many fight.
He quickly determined that this was a special ritual, summoning several beings of sovereign-level power.
The dead naturally couldn’t trigger the ritual.
So An Rongzai immediately identified the sole living person and used words to shift the focus of the three dead people.
The Ghost Bride didn’t speak, but the surroundings started to change.
She was forcibly using her power to transform the environment into her desolate village.