"Nascent Soul Realm Ghost King!"
Ye Haitang's jade-like face changed drastically. She cried out in shock, breaking into a cold sweat. Could her luck really be this bad? The moment she entered this place, she had encountered a Nascent Soul Realm Ghost King?
"A Buddhist spiritual treasure! No wonder a ghost cultivator like you could barge in. If it were anyone else, they would have died beneath the restrictions long ago. Little one, if you know what's good for you, obediently let me plant a restriction on you and take me out of here."
The green-skirted woman's baleful qi soared to the heavens, her eyes brimming with icy light.
"Take you out of here? Can't you leave on your own?"
Ye Haitang's expression was somewhat strange as she stared at the black square token.
The other party had flown out of a magic treasure. Could she be an Artifact Spirit?
"Rubbish. If I could leave this place, would I need your help? If you don't want to die, cooperate with me. Otherwise, I don't mind letting you taste some suffering."
Zhao Meier sneered, her face full of killing intent.
Ye Haitang's expression shifted uncertainly. Her beautiful eyes turned, and she said with a half-smile, "You are merely an Artifact Spirit. What can you do? If I'm not mistaken, you can't remain away from the magic treasure for long. If you truly could kill me, you would have attacked directly. Why would you need my cooperation?"
A wolf at the front gate, a tiger at the back door.
If she left now, Zheng Guqi would certainly kill her. If she did not leave, this Nascent Soul Realm Ghost would plant a restriction on her. She was trapped between advancing and retreating.
"You are courting death! Do you really think that, just