Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Chapter 513 Ghost King’s Sacrificial Little Bride (6)

Ji Yongchuan was just about to roar and let a hundred ghosts come out to devour Bai Weiwei.

When there was a severe pain from his fingers. Not only that, but the ghosts around him were frantically fleeing.

Bai Weiwei had Ji Yongchuan’s hand in a death grip as she stared at him innocently.

Ji Yongchuan only then discovered that she had crawled out of the coffin while still wearing her wedding dress.

The coffin couldn’t provide any more protection, but without it, the power of her wedding dress was no longer suppressed.

Those forces attacked indiscriminately.

Ji Yongchuan only felt a heart-tearing, lung-splitting pain from the hand that she grabbed.

For ghosts, bright yang qi was simply burning oil. Carelessness could cause one to be burned beyond recognition.

Ji Yongchuan couldn’t pretend to smile amicably anymore.

“You’re still wearing the wedding dress?”

Bai Weiwei’s eyes had a hint of bashfulness, “Because my pajamas underneath are too thin, I’m worried about being seen.”

Where did this person come from?

Everyone here was a ghost.

Of course, Ji Yongchuan couldn’t yell that out loud.

He smiled with great difficulty. “Let go of my hand first.”

The pain in his hand was going to render it useless.

As soon as Bai Weiwei heard that, she grasped his hand even more tightly. “No, I won’t let you go! I won’t let you be taken away by a ghost!”

When she climbed out in her wedding dress, the ghosts were all scared away.

Which ghost could still grab him?

The only one grabbing him was her!

Ji Yongchuan’s voice weakened, “You let go first.”

The power of the wedding dress burned him.

Bai Weiwei’s expression was innocent. She had a look of grief, like they were going to be separated forever. “I know you want me to escape first, but how can I leave you alone?”

After she said that, she crawled a bit further on the ground, then reached out again to grab his arm.

Ji Yongchuan: “……”

His arm was going to be crippled……

This was the first major crisis that Ji Yongchuan faced as the ghost king’s successor.

The Bai family was the nemesis of ghosts. They poured their heart blood into this wedding dress so could make any ghost suffer a fate worse than death.

If it had been any other Bai family member, Ji Yongchuan would’ve thought she was torturing him on purpose.

But, in the face of Bai Weiwei’s pitiful, innocent, blank eyes.

She was likely…… unaware.

Ji Yongchuan felt so weak, he thought that his soul might fly away at any moment. With a trembling voice, he said: “It seems like all the ghosts are gone. Let’s stand up first and then escape, okay?”

Bai Weiwei’s eyes were clear, bright, and full of trust, “Okay, let’s run away.”

After saying that, she let go of his hand.

Ji Yongchuan’s hand finally regained its feeling, and although the tearing force of the wedding dress still remained in his body.

It was much better than being held to death by her.

Ji Yongchuan stood up, and there was an evil smirk at the corner of his mouth. The wedding dress was already half opened.

All he had to do was gather the wind and blow her clothes away.

Then he can start the great ghost feast.

Ji Yongchuan had just made a gesture to condense the wind.

When Bai Weiwei suddenly looked horrified. She stumbled forward two steps, and her whole person staggeringly flew into his embrace.

Ji Yongchuan was also inexperienced and, caught off guard, reached out to hold her reflexively.

The moment he hugged her, the spells on her wedding dress were like a thousand spikes that ruthlessly pierced his body.

Ji Yongchuan’s entire body went rigid, and a few traces of black qi that couldn’t be suppressed came out of his body.

“There’s a ghost, so scary.”

Bai Weiwei hugged him tightly.

The strength of the wedding dress completely restrained Ji Yongchuan. He couldn’t move–he could only endure the torment of a thousand cuts.

He opened his mouth. It was too painful, and his voice was trembling, “You let go of me first, I’ll fend off the ghosts.”

Bai Weiwei looked up, her eyes watery from fear, and her complexion was pale.

She softly said, “Really?”