"Black Wheel King?"
"You actually know the Black Wheel King?"
"Where is he?"
As soon as the ghost spoke, the onlookers began to ask questions one after another.
Lu Zheng looked at this ghost, and saw that it appeared soft and weak, with delicate features, also a pretty face.
It bore a seventy percent resemblance to the white-faced fierce ghost, indeed a father-son relationship.
"You... you swear not to kill me, then I'll talk. Otherwise, let the Black Wheel King fulfill his success in nine years and return as a king."
Yuan Jing's eyes flashed, "Impossible! The Black Wheel King only has the Yin Soul Origin left. How can he fully recover in nine years?"
However, although the ghost trembled with fear, it remained silent.
Xin Zhanting snorted coldly from the side, "Hand him over to me, let me take him back for some preparation, and I assure you he'll confess everything, even when he wet the bed in his life."
