The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 380

Chapter 380

The two sentinel spirits appeared on the stone bridge again, dragging several spirits behind them.

As they crossed the bridge, one of the sentinel spirits suddenly changed his expression. "Do you smell that?"

The other sentinel spirit sniffed the air, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "It's the scent of a cultivator, Such pure spiritual energy, it must be a cultivator! If we find this cultivator, we can offer them to the Ghost King." Just as he finished speaking, a talisman flew through the air, accompanied by a fierce shout. "Die, evil spirit!"

"you overstimate yourself," the sentinel spirit sneered, swinging a crimson chain that ensnared Madison mid-air. With a firm tug, he pulled her back down to the ground.

"So, it really is a cultivator. Her spiritual energy is so pure."

One of the sentinel splits approached and pressed a Spirit Staff against Madison's shoulder, pinning ber down and rendering her immobile.

"A mere little cultivator dares to intrude into chost Town? You truly seek death."

who disappeared a while ago did you

to fear? so, you're looking for those people, huh? Don't worry. You'll

the group of people was still alive. As the

discussed what rewards they might receive from the Ghost King, they also

ghosts to the Reincamation Point, and then bring her

walls hung various terrifying heads fashioned into oil lamps, with flames flickering

the chilling wind passed, the

cauldrons,

tongues.

a miniature version of the Underworld. Even the methods of punishment were based on those used in the Underworld. "Get

was pushed

clearly didn't take her seriously. After locking her up,

"Ms. Locke, let's first see where the exploration team and the military

search around the prison, Although it was called a prison, it was actually a veil made of negative energy, trapping both spirits and living beings inside. They could even see skeletal remains in some

delight and said to Madison, "Ms. Locke, we found the exploration team and the military personnel. They're

get them out