"Aunt Wen is me!" Qiao Mu's unique soft voice sounded in her ears, which made Wen Ruwan's whole body refreshed.

"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao save me, save me!!" Wen Ruwan grabbed a piece of driftwood like a drowning man, grabbed Qiao Mu's wrist with her backhand and said with tears in her eyes, "You are a Xuan Master, you will definitely be able to save my Qiaoqiao." Isn't that right?"

"Roar, roar!!" The roar of the corpse puppet came from downstairs at the right time, and the background sound was well matched, which was really good!

Qiao Mu twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, grabbed Wen Ruwan and said urgently, "Aunt Wen, let's run! I can't beat this monster." It's so strong!"

Wen Ruwan's heart immediately sank little by little.

It's because she thinks too highly of Qiao Mu, this dead girl!

Come to think of it, she is just a seven-year-old child, even if she is a Xuan Master, how high can her cultivation be?

In the face of a strong corpse puppet, the child will definitely not be able to deal with it, if the corpse puppet catches up later, then she ......

A fierce and vicious light flashed in Wen Ruwan's eyes.

No matter what, she can't die! For the sake of her own life, she can only push out the dead girl Qiao Mu to block it when the time comes!

Who told her to run to death! It's all ...... She's looking for it!

When her life was dying, Wen Ruwan relied on a survival instinct to climb to the top floor of the theater building out of breath, tired like a dead dog, lying on the trunk and panting.

On the top floor of this theater building, a high platform is erected, and a carved fence is built around it.

Usually those who watch the drama sit in the opposite pavilion to drink tea and listen to music, and only sit in the open air when the sun is good.

Wen Ruwan panted, looking down from the sky where she was standing, she was a little dizzy and unsteady on her feet, she hurriedly turned her back and leaned on the trunk, her hands clenched the trunk, and her fingers were slightly white.

"It, did it catch up, whirring and ......whisking" Wen Ruwan was sweating profusely and panting, because of the violent running, her heart seemed to jump out of her chest, and it was uncomfortable.

"It doesn't seem to be. The child looked at her for a long time, and his voice was very calm.

Not to mention panting loudly, the child's paralyzed face, which has not changed for a hundred years, has not even changed a trace of emotion, and is expressionless as always.

Wen Ruwan seemed to realize something, her pupils shrank suddenly, her hands grabbed her hand and grasped it tightly, her eyes stared at the child vigilantly, "You, you!"

Looking into the depths of those dry eyes, Wen Ruwan felt a slight tremor from her soul to her body, and a terrifying emotion spread rapidly in her heart.

"Ahem, ahem. Wen Ruwan choked on air and coughed loudly, "Joe, Jojo, you...... Huhuhu, is there a way to deal with the corpse puppet underneath? Don't lie to Aunt Wen, Huhu. ”

"There's no way. The child walked slowly towards her, stepping on it, and every small step seemed to fall on Wen Ruwan's heart, making her heart beat and her eyelids jumping violently.

At this moment, a roar came from the entrance of the top floor.

Wen Ruwan's whole nerves tensed, and she yelled at Qiao Mu, "Qiao Qiao, come to me quickly!

Damn, this kid seems to be too calm, she has to hold her in her hands.

It is said that when the corpse golem is concentrating on eating the corpse of one person, it does not pay much attention to the other people around it......