693 Blood Emperor Throne, the Ancient King (2/2)

”How did you find a way out of the Space of Death?” the voice continued, as the person slowly raised his head.

The light of the fire slowly chased the shadows concealing the person's face away, revealing a familiar face with two lines of white sideburns. His thick lips were dark purple, with purple runes spreading to his cheeks, granting him a very eerie appearance!

”How...how are you here!” Liu Ru was the first to exclaim.

They were definitely familiar with the face, as it belonged to Fang Gu, who had chosen to pick a bridge on his own!

Zhang Xiaohou was stunned, too.

He could not tell if the person was the Ancient King, Ying Zheng, or Fang Gu who had picked the right bridge, since his aura was totally different than before!

”What's happening? Why are you sitting here?” said Zhang Xiaohou in disbelief.

”Why can't I be sitting here?” Fang Gu laughed.

”Where's the Ancient King?” blurted out Su Xiaoluo.

”I am the one you're looking for.”

”You're Fang Gu.”

”Not anymore, everything is as I have speculated. The real Ancient King has already passed away as time went by. All that was left was a battle robe that was attached to his corpse, and the Blood Emperor Throne that can command the kingdom of undead,” Fang Gu rose to his feet. The armored robe he was wearing clanked loudly.

”What do you mean?” asked Zhang Xiaohou.

”The first person to reach here will inherit everything from the Ancient King. His white palace, and his kingdom of undead that his hands raised. He had an endless supply of energy, and unmatchable wisdom...” Fang Gu's voice with a hint of strange metallic sound echoed at the top of the altar.

”Then what are you doing sitting there? Hurry up and chase the army of undead and the Mountain Zombie away. Stop the Dark Abyss from drifting into the city,” said Su Xiaoluo.

Fang Gu burst out laughing when he heard Su Xiaoluo's words.

His laughter sounded extremely weird. Even though the sound had come from his throat, it felt like something hiding under his skin was making the noise.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

”What are you laughing at?” snapped Su Xiaoluo.

Zhang Xiaohou pulled Su Xiaoluo, signaling her to stand behind him.

Su Xiaoluo immediately realized something when she saw his stern expression. She quickly stepped a few steps back.

”How amusing! My soldiers, my generals and my officials are taking back the city that's supposed to be mine. Why would I stop them?” Fang Gu's laughter sounded even spookier.

Zhang Xiaohou, Liu Ru, and Su Xiaoluo were backing off slowly.

They could no longer tell if it was Fang Gu wearing the battle robe, or the Ancient King, Ying Zheng, resurrected through Fang Gu's body. Either way, his ghastly appearance and his weird voice were implying that he was not friendly!

”Is he Fang Gu or not?” whispered Su Xiaoluo.

”I'm afraid not!” said Liu Ru.

Liu Ru could easily capture the scent of a living human. The truth was, she did not sense a living presence from Fang Gu.

Fang Gu might have assumed that the Ancient King was dead. Once he wore the battle robe, he would inherit everything from the Ancient King. However, from his twisted expression, it turned out that Fang Gu was the one who had been inherited...