Chapter 132 Three or Four Hundred Years? (1/2)

Neither does he know which dynasty these ghosts come from.

After the aura recovery, they also become stronger and gather together to disturb the current world.

Gao Ge’s two hits with his sword have almost drained his power of stars.

Although the Big Treasure Sword acquired from Mo Ran is rather powerful, in terms of his current capability, to use this sword is a great consumption for his power of stars.

One strike of his sword just killed tens of ghosts.

“Stop!”

Gao Ge hears the word clearly.

When the word is uttered, the soldiers suddenly stop.

The drum beat also stops, and the soldiers walk back to the rooms in order at a fast speed.

Gao Ge sits on the ground to gasp while Meng Jing and Xia Lu stay beside him.

He slowly closes his eyes to run the Star Rotating Method, trying to recover his power of stars quickly.

He must have it recovered as much as possible. Otherwise, they may really die in here.

“I shouldn’t have come in here…” Looking at Gao Ge, whose face becomes pale, Meng Jing is completely flurried.

She thought that coming into the building could help Gao Ge more or less.

However, it is at the moment that she realizes that she is wrong, significantly wrong.

Faced with such a formidable opponent, even Xia Lu cannot do any favor, let alone her. They two are just a drag on Gao Ge.

She is too weak.

She is still too weak!

Suddenly, Meng Jing and Xia Lu look behind.

There comes the sound of organized footsteps.

Clatter.

Clatter.

This is the sound of armors hitting each other when ancient soldiers march.

As a matter of fact, it is not scary if ordinary ghosts take tangible shape. Even if they outnumber a lot, Gao Ge can still handle them. However, the ghosts in the tube-shaped apartment building are all trained-up soldiers who haven’t gone away for so many years. They must hold a great grudge and as time passes, their spirits become terribly tangible.

It makes Gao Ge have no other choices but to urge the power of stars to confront them.

If it were not for his sword, it would take him quite a long time to cast away a soldier with bare fists.

Reflected by the ghost fire, several figures come near them slowly.

The leading one is a 2-meter strong man, wearing armors with cloud-shaped pattern and no helmet. With his hair tied up, he has a long sword hung around his waist. The long sword, with no sheath, still has blood on the blade, as if the blood would never dry or drip.

Behind him there are several bodyguards.

“Who are you?”

The man stops and looks at Gao Ge, Xia Lu and Meng Jing, asking them loudly.

His voice sounds just like thunder.

Gao Ge slowly opens his eyes and stands up to turn around, watching the ghosts.

He finds that the strong man with a long sword at his waist is quite different from the soldiers.

The soldiers before all looked dull but these in front of them all have bright piercing eyes with latent murderous intent.

Faced with them, Gao Ge instantly feels the pressure.

As if he were not facing a group of ghosts but tens of thousands of armored troops.

“Did these ghosts all die in Hengdian World Studios?” Meng Jing asks in a low voice.

Gao Ge takes a glimpse at Meng Jing.

She does have a strange mindset.

“How dare you!” The strong man flies into a rage, “Since you dare to provoke me, what should be the punishment?”

“Your Honor, they should be sentenced to death!” A soldier immediately says to the strong man.

“Your Honor?” Meng Jing hesitates for a bit, “Is there such a name? What does that mean?”