One person and one horse stood at the entrance of the graveyard, Gu Jiao faced the moonlight, her whole face exposed under the clear shine of the moonlight.
It was a clean and lively face, sharply contrasting with the man's face, which was covered in grime and blood.
He wore rusty armor, a rusty helmet, yet apart from the three-foot Qingfeng Sword, which was immaculately clean and shining brilliantly.
His eyes filled with boundless death aura, like a bottomless black abyss.
Being stared at by such eyes, even Gu Jiao felt a sense of oppression.
This was a man she did not wish to face—
Because he was too powerful.
But sometimes, the more you fear something, the more it comes.
Shangguan Qing once said, the Ghost King doesn't harm ordinary people without martial prowess, Gu Jiao possessed no inner power, and generally, no one could sense she was skilled in martial arts.
But clearly, this Ghost King was an exception.
