The mana maintained by the aura technique was almost exhausted, and the dim light was reflected on the human face at close range, and there was an inexplicable sense of horror. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"****, who is pretending to be a ghost and has the ability to get out of Lao Tzu!" he roared, his voice resounded through the Yongdao, and then bounced back dullly, without any response.

Babbling...... Creak......

Only a moment later, the thin voice began to sound again.

It's like going through layers of rock walls, going straight to your heart and liver, which makes people creepy and can't help but listen carefully.

Shen Wuxiang now felt that his family members who were intriguing all day long were really gentle, and he would rather have ten more assassinations than hang up and down like this, facing unknown things that were not within the scope of common sense.

"Why don't we go back?"

Ye Xinghan's expression was faint: "If you go back, you will wait for death, and there is still a way to live if you go forward." ”

Shen Wuxiang wanted to cry without tears, and he was crazy and fried: "Don't go ahead!"

The protest was ineffective, and after half a day, he continued to move forward, silently crying in his heart.

It's all to blame for the Lingling Dao people who killed a thousand knives......

The voice never went away, pausing for a moment and then repeating it.

I was numb when I listened to it too much, although my heart kept carrying it, the speed under my feet was not much slower.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly I heard two crackling sounds, and it was dark in front of me.

The only aura technique finally came to an end, and there was no magic power at all.

Shen Wuxiang's heart also twitched.

"Cold?" was a shallow voice.

"I'm here. Night Star Han replied.

Their voices reassured Shen Wuxiang a little. "Go on?"

"Go on. Night Star Han still replied plainly.

Compared with Ye Xinghan, Shen Wuxiang is more like a normal person, but his desire to show himself in front of Qing Qian has also been disappointed.

The heart is even more sour, how to look at the night star cold is not pleasing to the eye.

That is, you know her first, and if you want to change her, you will know me first, with Lao Tzu's experience of lingering in flowers for so many years, how can you be my opponent.

Shen Wuxiang sneered while stretching his hand forward.

I felt something soft.

His hand shook and his face retracted without changing color.

I must be hallucinating.

Touch it again, it's still there.

Not hallucinations or dreams.

Shen Wuxiang swallowed his saliva: "...... It's like, I feel a clump of hair. ”

Hair?Ye Xinghan frowned slightly: "You take a few steps back." ”

Before he could react, Night Star Han had already reached out and felt the clump of hair.

"It's supposed to be a recent stay, not here. "The hair twisted in the palm of my hand was sticky, accompanied by a faint smell of blood.

Night Star Han tugged at it, and found that the hair was very long, and some of it seemed to be pinched.

"Further on, it's the exit, let's go down first. ”

……

Shen Wuxiang was stunned for a moment, touched his hand upward, and sure enough, Yongdao had come to an end.

He stubbornly climbed to the ground, and then reached out and pulled Qing Qian up.

Ye Xinghan didn't need his help, his hands pressed down on both sides, and he jumped slightly.

"Where is this?" With the previous experience, Shen Wuxiang didn't dare to take another casual step, for fear of accidentally falling into some trap.

A faint light suddenly lit up in the darkness.

He looked at the light source with surprise and joy, only to see Qing Qian smiling and shaking a night pearl condensed by a small spiritual light technique: "If you have difficulties, find Qing Qian, the only remaining spiritual light technique can last for one to two hours." ”