章 150: Joining the Ghost Race

"Haha! Go to hell! Constant temperature burn..."

[Viscount Lambo, who was in mid-air, also laughed out loud when he saw you entangled with Long Zhan.

[Then, more than 10 missiles instantly shot out of his mecha. Each missile had the power to destroy the world.

"Don't—"

[No matter how Long Zhan struggled, you held him tightly, not giving him any chance to escape.

[Just like that, the missiles all hit perfectly.

[Your vision turned black.

[In the next moment, your soul flew out. A small crack appeared in space, sucking your soul in.

[Your will started to blur. Only then did you remember that the talents you had chosen this time were all leaning toward the ghost cultivator lineage...

...

[On the 119th day, you woke up from your coma and found that you had already turned into a ghost and had come to the Netherworld.