"What's your name?"
"Chen Fu."
"That's it, my name is Xin Yue."
Chen Fu saw the ghost in front of him. Although it was extremely handsome, his heart tightened with disgust.
This is a paper man made by himself, but attached to it is a ghost that talks wildly.
Because it has a drop of your own blood on it, it cannot be killed or destroyed.
What's even more despicable is that he can't beat him.
"Okay, look at your paralyzed face. Do you know how many people have begged me to come, but I don't even come?"
Humph, if you hadn't forcibly detained me, do you think I was willing?
If I don't take advantage of you, how can I become the Ghost King in the future?
Intention: People cannot choose life and death, but they can at least choose the process between life and death.