However, the courtyard of the General's Mansion is too big, and the corridors zigzag to different courtyards and wings, I really wonder, those mortals live in a labyrinth-like house every day, are they really not afraid that they will get lost that day?

As I walked, I thought, if I couldn't use the magic easily, for fear of being discovered by the person behind the scenes hidden in the General's Mansion, otherwise I really want to float in the air immediately and take a good look at what kind of complex structure this General's Mansion is!

It is true that I could not do this in this situation, but I don't know why, I didn't see a walking subordinate or a maidservant all the way.

Obviously, I was still running around trying to go to the small room where I escaped, this general's mansion is huge and empty, and there must be no shortage of subordinates or guards inside.

Then the question arises, why is there no one in the place where I am walking now, and I keep walking forward, and the feeling of tension and oppression that has been lingering around me is getting stronger and stronger.

I have to suspect that I have fallen into the trap of ghosts hitting the wall, although I am also a ghost myself, but I have to say that this level of ghost hitting the wall is too quiet and powerful.

I had to stop, stand where I was, and take a closer look, and sure enough, I still hadn't been able to leave the small courtyard I had walked into.

After going around for so long, there is still no change at all, and it also makes me unconsciously walk into the trap that has been laid a long time ago.

Could it be that the person behind the scenes has already noticed my presence and is already working on it?

I forced myself to calm down and think about what I had been going through, and I didn't even know when I had fallen into a trap that had been laid a long time ago.

Although the imbecile spell of ghost hitting the wall was a piece of cake for me, the current situation is that I am forced to fall into this trap myself.

I tried to solve it with spells, but it didn't work at all, the surrounding scenery was like a phantom around me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hit the real thing.

The minutes were still ticking, and I was in a hurry with the center of this unchanging phantom.

Because I'm really not sure whose hands I will fall into after the time has passed like this, maybe next time, it will not be as simple as being locked up in a small dark room.

Not only will the ghost hit the wall trap you and get you lost in it, but it also has a very good effect as a natural cage.

If you stay in here, you won't try to escape, let alone escape.

I never thought that I would be trapped by such a level of low-level spell, although the caster of this spell is not weak, and it can even be said to be very strong.

But I'm still very unwilling, after all, I'm also the best ghost in the netherworld, and now I can't escape, if this spreads, then what will those little ghosts who are managed by me obediently think of me in the future?

Maybe my status will be coveted by the imps all over the Netherworld because of this, and if nothing else, this alone is enough to drive me crazy.

I would never let that happen to me!

Thinking of this, I once again pinched the trick twist seal, blocking all my dignity as a ghostly ghost, and once again attacked the phantom that flickered inside the ghost wall.

That white light was like lightning, and it hit the phantom with a devastating momentum, and the other surrounding scenery was like a clear pool that had been alarmed by stones.

It shook like a wave of water for a few moments, and then before I was ready to go out, it was back to the way it was.

I'm at this point, but I've also got a very practical method, and since the attack just now is very effective against this phantom, I might as well give it a try.

With this thought, the corners of my mouth hooked, and the speed of pinching and twisting the seal in my hand became brisk.

The same white light that had just been the same as just now took my blood and anticipation with me, and once again shot towards the phantom.

Before the light under that attack was over, I immediately seized the time to urge the magic to teleport away.

In the blink of an eye, the white light on my side had dissipated, and I looked around, the people around me were coming and going in a hurry, and even the warm touch of the sun's rays falling on my skin in the courtyard was very real.

Before I could figure out where I should go, a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper was already very angry and walked towards me.

He grinned and slapped me, but fortunately I was in good health, otherwise I would have been slapped by him.

Maybe I was dodging too quickly, or maybe my dodging was him off, and the old man then pulled out the leather whip from his waist.

"Damn it, you still dare to hide? Keep your dog's eyes open and take a good look, when is it now, and you still have the heart to stand and be lazy?"

Could it be that when I entered the ghost wall, something terrible happened in this general's mansion?

I thought about it, and instead of stopping and listening to this old guy swearing here, I should run and see what it really was.

When the time comes, I should be able to judge for myself.

I pretended to be hit by him, screamed twice, and then quickly ran out with my head in my hands and the other people who were going in one direction.

On the opposite side of their run was a huge courtyard, and by the time I hurried past, it was already full of people.

I relied on my small size and wearing the inconspicuous clothes of the family, and pushed everyone forward one by one.

But what I never expected was that when I got to the front of the crowd, I saw a person lying in the middle, and the figure of that person was very familiar to me.

But I hesitated about the two people standing in front of him, and I couldn't see his face clearly, although I didn't see his face, but the pool of blood on the ground was telling me that the thing that appeared in front of my eyes now was not simple.

I grabbed a man standing in front of me who was dressed like me, "This man, can I ask what's going on now?"

The guy gave me a strange attitude, he looked at the man in the middle with a blank face, because he heard me and turned back to look at me.

There was no intention of speaking the whole time, and then he looked at it, and he just laughed, and that emotionless smile made me look a little panicked.

I had already made up my mind from the moment he smiled at me that I didn't want him to answer any of my questions, because this person looked abnormal no matter how he looked at it.

I smiled politely at him, and then when I was about to ask the next person, he suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed me: "Didn't you ask me? I haven't even said yet, where do you want to go?"