The scholar's body was already in a state of close to shock, and he didn't know when he would recover. However, with his sick body, it would be difficult to recover in a short period of time.

Du Bai simply took this time to transfer his consciousness to another ghost king clone.

This confrontation made him fully realize his lack of strength, and he was also quite curious about the source of the fake River God, not knowing what kind of ghost the other party's body was.

He sighed lightly, it seemed that there was still a long way to go to get on the right track.

After returning to the Ghost King, he immediately went to find the most extensive beech tree spirit in the city, and asked if the other party knew something.

It’s just a pity that the other party doesn’t seem to know the possible situation about the river god.

Du Bai changed his thinking direction in this way. He specially selected the content about the records of immortals and Buddhas in the sea of ​​books to view them.

Although the records here are still somewhat vague, it is enough for merely to think about it.

After seeing this, gradually, he found something wrong, and his heart gradually felt uneasy.

Logically speaking, since there are all kinds of ghosts and monsters in this world, and Taoist monks need to cast spells and subdue monsters, then there should be immortals and Buddhas.

According to these records, there are indeed immortals and Buddhas in this world, but they are extremely distant past.

The gods and Buddhas have not been born for thousands of years. The last miracle was in a dynasty change more than two thousand years ago. At that time, the emperor was incompetent and unvirtuous, causing public resentment. There were severe droughts in the sky and corpses everywhere. There were children everywhere and food appeared in various places. Therefore, ghosts and ghosts were full of deceptions, and there were even great demons who swallowed the flesh and blood of the entire city to improve their own cultivation!”

"Until a monk who was in the Buddhist world who was open to the great Buddhist teachings, he was willing to suffer from the 9981 difficulties, and took the true scriptures and Dharma from the West, and finally touched a true Buddha. He fell from the sky and wiped out all the demons and ghosts in the entire country. To this day, there is still a miracle statue called Wuzhishan, and no evil spirit dares to approach it."

"But that was the last miracle. Since then, there have been only ghosts and monsters on earth, but no gods and Buddhas. It is as if they have abandoned the world and gone to another world..."

"It is also possible... it is dead!"

After such speculation, Du Bai was shocked and felt that the water in this world was deeper.

"Where did the immortals and Buddhas in this world go? If they really worship and enjoy incense for thousands of people, why would they tolerate monsters like the fake river gods to harm the world?"

And what role does he play in this world, the Nightmare Dragon King?

He vaguely felt that his predecessor must have known some secrets.

After all, in terms of bloodline, the predecessor belonged to the Dragon Clan, and the Dragon Clan was in charge of Shi Yunbuyu in the human world and was the righteous god. Even if it was just a dragon with a poor status, it would definitely be taken care of if it was related to the relationship.

Thinking of this, Du Bai suddenly thought of some information.

"The specific time when the Nightmare Dragon King, that is, this body changed from a living dragon to a ghost dragon, is unknown, but that should be before the last miracle. After that, it has always been mediocre and inconspicuous, but strangely, about two thousand years ago, its strength suddenly surged, becoming a generation of ghost kings and ruling a ghost creature..."

Is this a coincidence in time?

Something else is strange...

Du Bai put the books back on the bookshelf, and had doubts in his heart.

If possible, he really had the impulse to call back the soul of his predecessor and read all these memories carefully, so he would not be confused now and didn't even know what he was.

Thinking of this, I felt even more depressed.

When he returned to the hall, he did not rush to return to the scholar's body, but used the sound transmission technique to summon the peach blossom demon. There were still many things in the ghost town waiting for him to deal with.

The Taohua Demon, who was originally dealing with affairs outside, was happy when he heard the voice transmission. He immediately put down his affairs for a while and hurried to the hall.

A stream of light flashed, and she fell steadily before the palace gate. However, she was not in a hurry to go in at this moment, but carefully tidied up her clothes, checked her makeup, and confirmed that she was in her best condition at this time, she showed a little expectant smile on her face, raised her hand and gently pushed open the door.

Of course it was not the first time she had entered this hall. She was already quite familiar with the scenes inside the hall, but every time she came in, she felt a different state of mind.

As far as she knows, the history of this hall is probably much longer than that of this ghost town. It seems that the king decided to build a ghost town here because he was attracted by this long-destroyed Buddhist temple.

She could not understand why a ghost king would like to be a Buddhist temple. But she felt that her cultivation was not enough, so she could not see through the deep meaning of the king.

Walking into the hall, she paid a little attention to the sides, and it was still as dark as before. Four golden pillars of dragons stood up. The cold breath seemed to condense into ethereal smoke, lingering on the murals on both sides, making it increasingly hazy and unseen.

She didn't dare to look at it any longer. It is said that there are many indescribable evil things sealed in the mural. Even monsters with her cultivation level may be sucked into it and destroyed by their minds and even their souls if they are not careful.

The huge hall is empty and lonely, and there is only a tall and majestic figure sitting on the bone chair in front of it, which is the Nightmare Dragon King.

She couldn't help but take a few more glances. Her face, as beautiful as peach blossoms, turned slightly red, and became more charming. She stepped forward and knelt down two steps.

"king!"

"You are here." Du Bai's eyes swept over the woman below the stage and nodded slightly.

"You have done a good job these days, thank you for your hard work."

"Not working hard!" Hearing the praise, the peach blossom demon's smile became sweeter. The pair of peach blossom eyes almost turned into crescent moons, but they also hid a little bit of girlish shyness. She gently covered her chest, her eyes flashed with a light of longing, "As long as it is the king's order, even if it is a sea of ​​swords and fire, my subordinates dare to go there!"

He has learned about some of the situations in the ghost town managed by the Peach Blossom Demon during this period.

Although this banshee is not very strong, she is unexpectedly good at management and has good skills. After Du Bai was relieved to hand over some power to her, there are now more residents in the city than before and unexpectedly flourishing.

Among these extra residents, except for some ghosts who come to see them and demons who are dependent on them, the others are the young but homeless little monsters who are picked up.

If they are allowed to wander outside, they may be taken to sacrifice swords to those righteous people, or they may learn to be evil and eat people. It is better to be admitted to the ghost town.
Chapter completed!