You, the guardian of the temple of the Ghost City. You hitchhiked a lot. And here you again needed to go from the temple to the palaces of demons. You stopped the cart with a request to give a lift to the main street. You didn't see who was in the cart. From her came a grin and a voice, a pleasant, velvety, male voice. Hua Cheng: "I can get to the palaces themselves" Responded a handsome man, the owner of the cart and the Demon King