Chapter 884: The Psychic Master 48

“What you said is possible…” Tang Wan nodded inwardly.

But the moment they arrived at the scene, she knew their guess had been completely wrong.

The Ghost King before them was far more terrifying than expected—at least five or six times stronger than the one that had devoured Jiao Chun’s soul in that previous world. Even without knowing why it hadn’t appeared in the original plot, Tang Wan could already tell—

If this thing wasn’t eliminated, the consequences would be catastrophic.

When the psychics present saw He Tongyang arrive, their eyes immediately lit up.

Wu Jingwen and Zhou Fang were among them.

“Patriarch He, you’re here!” Elder Lin stepped forward at once.

He Tongyang gave a slight nod, then turned his gaze toward the Ghost King, who was still greedily devouring the smaller spirits around it.

At that moment, the Ghost King suddenly paused.

Its massive form twisted, and its blood-red eyes locked directly onto He Tongyang—

No.

Onto Tang Wan.

Its expression turned ferocious and greedy.

“What a pure, transparent soul… If I devour you, it’ll be worth more than all these scraps combined!”

The moment those words fell, the entire crowd froze.

A ghost?

He Tongyang… had married a ghost?

They hadn’t noticed anything at the wedding!

He Tongyang and Tang Wan’s expressions both darkened instantly.

“Damn it… why is this thing targeting me?!” Tang Wan cursed inwardly.

What had she done to deserve this?

At that moment, He Tongyang stepped forward instinctively, shielding her behind him. His sword was already drawn, his gaze sharp and cold.

Seeing this, the Ghost King let out a strange, grating laugh.

Then it raised its hand.

In an instant, countless spirits surged forward like a tide, rushing toward the crowd.

The impact was overwhelming.

Most of the psychics were blown away immediately, unable to withstand the attack.

When the dust settled, only a few remained standing—He Tongyang, Elder Lin, Zhou Fang, and Wu Jingwen.

Even then, their expressions were grim.

The Ghost King sneered again and waved its hand once more.

The surrounding ghosts, trembling yet obedient, charged forward under its command.

“Wan Wan, don’t leave me,” He Tongyang said quickly.

“Of course!” Tang Wan replied without hesitation.

At that moment, He Tongyang began executing a forbidden technique.

The Ghost King seemed to sense the danger immediately.

Before he could complete it, a massive ghost claw tore through the air—

Boom!

He Tongyang was sent flying backward.

“Tong Tong!” Tang Wan rushed forward, catching him midair.

But before she could stabilize them, another ghost claw struck toward them both.

Her expression changed instantly.

She retaliated with her own ghost power—

But it was suppressed.

Completely suppressed.

Tang Wan: “!!!”

What the hell is this?!

They were both ghosts—so why could it restrain her?!

“Host!” Little Cutie’s voice rang out urgently. “Analysis complete—this Ghost King was formed from a corrupted underworld judge! It possesses a magical artifact that suppresses spirit bodies. That’s why it can restrain you!”

Tang Wan’s heart sank.

No wonder.

At that critical moment, Zhou Fang suddenly launched an attack at the Ghost King, drawing its attention away.

That brief opening was enough.

Tang Wan shot him a quick glance of gratitude, then pulled He Tongyang down to the ground.

“Tong Tong, are you okay?”

“I’m fine… don’t worry,” He Tongyang said, quickly wiping the blood from the corner of his lips.

But both of them knew—

This battle had just begun.