บท 387: the Best Guest

Mei Qing soon arrived in front of a withered mountain.

This mountain was straight and high, reaching into the clouds.

The poisonous water flowed down from the mountain stream.

In the mountain range, the poisonous barrier was everywhere.

Just by getting close, Mei Qing could feel endless resentment roaring in it.

"I have never done evil in my lives..."

"Why did I end up like this? !"

"The heavens are unfair!"

"The Immortals and Buddhas are unfair!"

It was the roar of the remnant soul of a great demon that had died hundreds of years ago!

For hundreds of years, its resentment had cursed this land.

It had caused the poisonous water to flow and not a single blade of grass to grow!

Mei Qing felt the towering resentment and the vicious curse.

She took a deep breath and slowly approached.

When she reached the foot of the mountain, two clusters of green ghost fires suddenly appeared.