"The fragrance is warm and inviting, as delicate as a orchid!" Qin Yi's nostrils twitched slightly, his lips seemed to carry a dreamlike breath.,"That scum dared to feign death! Such a lowlife deserves to be killed immediately." Yang Qingqing's heart was filled with rage.,By chance, he obtained the inheritance of the ancient Ghost King on the battlefield, rapidly rising to power. In the end, he replaced the Great Asura and became the renowned Northern Ghost Marshal of Hell, dominating one side and looking down upon all others.。