Tent.
On a snow mountain hundreds of miles away from the Ghost Castle, there was a tent.
Shhh... Shhh...
Soone stepped through the snow to the entrance of the tent, and reported:
"Elders, Gus has been forcibly summoned away."
A voice ca from inside the tent, "Understood, you may leave."
"Yes."
The person departed.
Inside the tent, several Death Lords were sitting cross-legged, examining a map in front of them.
"Fafnir, you look rather pale."
A woman’s floating head in mid-air said.
It continuously rotated, sweeping its gaze across the other four lords, with a scrutinizing look on its face.
The skeletal dragon Fafnir looked at the map, murmured softly:
"Gus has followed Audrey for many years. If Audrey has recovered, the first one she would want to kill must be him, which is not at all surprising."
"But soone broke my Curse Spear—that’s not sothing that can be done easily," said the floating woman’s head.
It flew back and landed on a voluptuous headless female corpse, adjusting its neck.
"My Curse Page has also lost contact."
An invisible presence shrouded in a dark cloak spoke.
The skeletal dragon Fafnir said, "According to the intelligence, we can infer, there’s a Bright Ghost with Audrey, probably that ghost used so kind of thod."
"Seems that this Bright Ghost really has so abilities..."
The four Death Lords turned their attention towards the one sitting in the corner.
—That was a bear-like monster with black and white patches and a bulky physique.
"Lord Dong Ga," Fafnir’s tone beca more respectful, "you are the only lord who has directly withstood the curse of a Bright Ghost for thousands of years and persevered to kill one. We request you to take charge of the battle to co."
The bear-like monster had black ears and eye patches, but the rest of its face was covered in white fur, its big belly completely white, and its limbs black.
This was a typical Dong Ga, known as a panda in so worlds.
Unexpectedly, in the world of the Dead, such a powerful panda existed, ranking among the Death Lords.
Lord Dong Ga snorted disdainfully and said:
"What more is there to say? Open the Death God Demon Palace, leave the Bright Ghost to to kill. The four of you dealing with a weakened Ghost Queen shouldn’t be a problem."
Whether it was the skeletal dragon, the headless female corpse, the cloaked invisible being, or another lord covered in spikes, all displayed a look of reverence.
Back then, a Bright Ghost flaunting its luck-and-misfortune skills offended Lord Dong Ga.
Another lord might have just let it go.
Or simply stayed far away, making it impossible for the Bright Ghost to curse them.
But Lord Dong Ga was different.
It would rather endure the Curse of Misfortune for thousands of years than let go of killing that Bright Ghost.
In the end, the Bright Ghost was torn alive by it.
For thousands of years, Lord Dong Ga stepped on dung as it walked, crashed into mountains while flying, burned its body as it sat by the fire, choked on food, fell off cliffs while walking, had TVs explode while watching them, disconnected from the internet, was constantly betrayed by subordinates who couldn’t help themselves, and every task it undertook went awry – it even snored so hard it asphyxiated in its sleep—
—Such was its daily life, for an uninterrupted span of thousands of years.
Yet it survived through sheer tenacity!
Who dare compare to it!
With this thought, even the most arrogant headless female corpse spoke in a softer tone:
"Shall we open the Death God Demon Palace?"
"It’s just killing another Bright Ghost—trust , I know how to make a Bright Ghost suffer and die miserably," Lord Dong Ga sneered.
"Lord Dong Ga, once this matter is dealt with, you will take thirty percent of the Ghost Queen’s treasures, the remaining we four will share," said the skeletal dragon Fafnir.
The other lords nodded in agreent.
"Co, let this world transform into the Death God Demon Palace, and then we will end this battle," said Lord Dong Ga.
It began to chant a complex spell.
Seeing this, the other four Death Lords also began chanting spells in unison.
...
Elsewhere.
Wu Xiaode looked at his phone for the ti.
9:32 a.m.
There was roughly two and a half hours until midday.
That’s fine.
Audrey was already safe at this mont.
He decided to fetch Elder Qian and return to the world of the living, to prepare for the noon event.
"Audrey, next I need to—"
Wu Xiaode hadn’t finished his sentence when an abrupt change occurred!
The entire world blurred, turning into tumultuous lines that vanished beside them.
In an instant.
Multicolored lines swiftly flew from afar, conjuring a brand-new world out of nothing.
Audrey exclaid in shock, "Death God Demon Palace!"
Death God Demon Palace?
What in the world is that?
Bewildernt showed on Wu Xiaode’s face.
Without delay, Audrey explained, "This is bad, to stop us from escaping, they’ve activated the forbidden Death God Demon Palace—this skill is unimaginably strong, requiring at least the Power of five Death Lords to be successfully cast."
Wu Xiaode shrugged and asked, "What’s so formidable about this skill?"
"Since ancient tis, the Death World has been endless, filled with boundless spirits and original terrifying Death Monsters. Even us Death Lords do not dare to casually face all unknown dangers," Audrey said.
"Death God Demon Palace extracts these endless dangers and temporarily constructs a sealed labyrinth."
"The world settings within the labyrinth change every mont, and not only do you not know what you’ll run into, but you also have no idea what will happen."
"It’s the ultimate imprisonnt technique, we cannot leave this world now."
"We can’t leave? Does this an the skill will exist indefinitely?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"Unless soone satisfies the target conditions of the spell’s activation."
"What’s the target?"
"We’ll find out soon enough," said Audrey.
As her words fell.
Waves washed up on the beach and receded.
On the sand, two lines of text appeared:
"The Chaotic Demon Palace has been activated."
"The only condition for the completion of the Demon Palace Skill: a Death Lord must die."
——That is the condition to break this spell.
Wu Xiaode fell into deep thought.
After a mont, he said in confusion, "How can there be such a strange spell? Aren’t they afraid of putting themselves in danger?"
"Generally speaking, if three Death Lords band together, they can basically ensure their safety within this spell."
Audrey spoke gravely, "They have five Death Lords, but my body is still very weak, and you—"
She suddenly realized sothing and whispered, "That’s right, the one who warned of the ambush was you. They must know there’s a Bright Ghost here."
Wu Xiaode recalled for a mont and nodded, "They should know about ."
"Then their willingness to initiate this spell shows they are fully prepared and definitely able to kill both you and ," Audrey said.
"To kill ...?" Wu Xiaode muttered softly.
"There are so shaless Death Lords who aren’t afraid of misfortune and only desire treasures. So, there must be such a Death Lord whose sole purpose is to kill you!" said Audrey.
Wu Xiaode nodded and said, "They really are willing to go to great lengths."
"It’s my Ghost Power—they covet the wealth of the entire Ghost Country, even more so my power!" Audrey exclaid.
Wu Xiaode glanced at the Book of the Dead.
He saw several lines of ice crystal small print appeared on the pages:
"World Skill: The Death God Demon Palace has already shrouded the current world."
"Unless a Death Lord falls in battle, the ’Death God Demon Palace’ will not end."
——Originally, this spell had other uses, but now, the Death Lords are using it specifically to trap those enemies capable of escaping."
How annoying.
Back on the snowy mountain, those guys already knew there was a Bright Ghost standing with Audrey.
Yet they are not giving up, determined to kill her, seize her abilities and wealth, and to take down as well!
Wu Xiaode pondered for a mont and then asked:
"Audrey, you said they have one Death Lord specifically to kill Bright Ghosts?"
"It must be so. Only by enlisting a ntally unstable lord to deal with you can the other Death Lords feel confident to initiate this spell," Audrey replied.
While they were speaking, the sea in front of them had disappeared, transforming into a swamp instead.
They watched as a reptilian Death Monster with a human skull head erged from the swampland.
"Very strong," Wu Xiaode whispered.
"Yes, I don’t know what it is, but it must be one of the primal ancestor-class Death Monsters native to the Death World," Audrey also whispered.
Both of them took a defensive stance.
After giving them a glance, the monster hesitated for a mont, but ultimately chose not to attack and slowly left.
——The world was changing randomly, and no one knew what they might encounter next.
This is the Death God Demon Palace!
"Audrey, I want to ask you sothing."
"Ask away."
"Those Death Lords who have killed Bright Ghosts, how many have they killed?"
"How many! You must be joking. To kill even one ans enduring thousands of years of misfortune. If they killed several, they would probably be directly killed by the Curse of Misfortune!"
"Really?"
"Of course! Bright Ghosts are also very rare entities, generally, it’s difficult to even encounter one."
That settles it!
Wu Xiaode snapped his fingers.
The Book of the Dead opened automatically, revealing the page for Shadow Followers.
A card appeared in front of Wu Xiaode.
"Summon, Xiao Baihong."
Boom—
Xiao Baihong quietly appeared in front of Wu Xiaode.
Around them, the Laws of Death imdiately began to drain his Life Force—
This is the Death World, after all.
"Ugh— What is this situation!?" Xiao Baihong exclaid in surprise.
"Stay calm, we’re in the middle of a card ga, and I’m drawing my card now," Wu Xiaode said.
He patted Xiao Baihong’s shoulder and then extended his hand towards Audrey.
Audrey understood and gently grasped his hand.
In an instant.
The Book of the Dead suddenly revealed a line of ice crystal small print:
"At any ti, you can grant one of your powers to your Shadow Followers."
"You have chosen your Law Crown: Heavenly Ghost."
"You have selected two Shadow Followers: Xiao Baihong and Audrey."
"The endownt is complete!"
Xiao Baihong naturally sensed sothing, his mouth twitching involuntarily as he said:
"Another near-death experience, huh?"
"Do you want to help?" Wu Xiaode offered, sword in hand.
"No, I’ll do it myself!" Xiao Baihong released a Wind Blade at himself.
Audrey also gradually felt the change in herself, and in surprise, she likewise drew her hand across her own neck.
"Ulysses, Healing Skill!" Wu Xiaode commanded.
Ulysses, holding a gold brick in one hand and waving Holy Light with the other, had a reluctant expression on his face.
——Fortunately, the Healing Skill doesn’t lie.
Xiao Baihong and Audrey were both saved from the brink of death.
They stood in front of Wu Xiaode, emitting bursts of strange fluctuations, indistinguishable from Wu Xiaode’s own.
Wu Xiaode nodded in satisfaction and said:
"Now we have three Bright Ghosts—Audrey, I rember you can lend Soul Power to the bone dog."
"Yes," Audrey confird.
"Lend so Soul Power to Xiao Baihong, then join in a blessing," Wu Xiaode said.
——As a Bright Ghost, one can bestow at most 3 points of luck to a target.
Bright Ghosts are exceedingly rare among the Death Race, typically finding even one is a stroke of great fortune.
But now, I have three of them.
Together, that makes 9 points of luck!
Is there a Death Lord out there who specializes in hunting Bright Ghosts?
Bring it on.
Let’s have a go and see just who will have the last laugh.
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