The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1755

Chapter 1755: 857 Jiaojiao and the Ghost King (Second Update)_3

In his lifetime, he had never seen Qin Fengwan surprised to the point of losing composure; he believed he would soon witness it.

...

Ghost Mountain.

Night had deepened, and the villagers and ghost soldiers who had been busy all day returned to their homes, leaving the bustling village in tranquility.

The stormy winds and thunder in Quyang City contrasted with the peaceful night in Pu City.

Gu Jiao lay in the small hut Shangguan Qing had arranged for her, looking up at the starlit sky through the window: "Tomorrow will be another bright autumn day."

Tang Yueshan lay in another room of the small hut, his snores like thunder.

The Black Wind King did not lie down to rest; instead, it stood guard quietly alongside another Hei Fengqi outside the small hut, closing its eyes for a nap.

Gu Jiao listened to the mountain winds and enjoyed the boundless moonlight, feeling peaceful inside.

"Boss, we’ll be heading back tomorrow," she said to the Black Wind King outside the window.

The Black Wind King gave a snorting sound in response.

Then it snorted again, signaling that Gu Jiao should go to sleep.

Seeing Gu Jiao still with her big, bright eyes open, it stretched its head into the window, completely blocking out the moonlight and night scenery.

Gu Jiao: "..."

Alright then.

I’ll sleep.

Gu Jiao turned over and, under the Black Wind King’s guard, closed her eyes and entered the land of dreams.

"Master..."

"Master..."

"Master..."

In her sleep, Gu Jiao heard a voice as if someone was calling her.

Who was calling her?

Gu Jiao slept restlessly, turned over, and rolled off the bed, hitting the floor with a thud!

"Who, who, who!"

In the next room, Tang Yueshan woke with a start, sat up, sensed no danger, and went back to sleep holding his big bow.

Gu Jiao had fallen quite hard.

She had been dreaming again, with someone calling her in the dream, and it wasn’t just one person.

Some called her Master, others called her...

She couldn’t hear clearly what the others were calling her; she had woken up from the fall.

The Black Wind King poked its head inside.

"I’m fine," Gu Jiao said as she stood up, rubbing the bump on her forehead.

The fall had completely shaken off her sleepiness.

The first half of the night was clear with bright stars, but the latter half was covered with dark clouds.

"Looks like it’s going to rain soon."

Feeling stuffy inside, Gu Jiao stepped out to get some fresh air.

This forest was rarely trodden, its vegetation more lush than that of the front mountain.

A venomous snake slithered down from the branches, flicking its dangerous tongue at Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao raised her hand and grabbed it.

Venomous Snake: "...!!"

Gu Jiao had no interest in small venomous snakes and casually discarded it.

One person and one horse continued onward.

Gu Jiao thought it wouldn’t be so easy to find, yet right out of the forest, there was a graveyard.

At the highest point of the graveyard sat a general with a long sword, armored, motionless...as if he had petrified in place.

His hand grasped a sword three feet long, its blade coldly gleaming, seemingly weighing a thousand pounds.

At this moment, Gu Jiao finally understood Shangguan Qing’s words.

Shangguan Qing had not described it wrongly.

This person was indeed..."dead".

He had no trace of the living, from his heart he believed himself to be deceased.

He was a lifeless shell left in the world, like a soulless walking corpse.

The moon pierced through heavy clouds and ascended into the night sky, casting a cold, thin light on the graveyard and his form.

Crack!

His neck suddenly moved slightly, slowly and sluggishly turning to look in Gu Jiao’s direction.