The question of not being able to sweat also made Ning Chuan even more curious about why after the ghost came out of the woods, both he and Wu Ming's hearts were inexplicably sad.

Especially through the fantasy of a better life in the future, he actually suppressed his sadness steadily.

Before, it could be understood that suppressing sadness with fantasy was a means of distracting them, but why can sadness really be suppressed, shouldn't it be slowly aggravated even if it can be suppressed?

If it weren't for the sudden thought of the problem of sweat, Ning Chuan might not have noticed the confusion that sadness could suppress, but now that he thought about it, he felt that the matter of sadness had become very suspicious.

Maybe this sad question is not to harm them at all, but a reminder of hidden vitality.

Sweat, tears, and lake water, although these three are all water, but if you carefully distinguish them, you can easily find the difference, that is, sweat and tears contain salt, and there is no lake water at all!

From this, Ning Chuan guessed that they couldn't sweat, not because of a reminder that their bodies couldn't get wet, but because if they sweated, the ghosts wouldn't be able to hurt them!

After the ghost emerged from the woods, the two wanted to cry because of sadness, perhaps the death design was using this method to prompt vitality, and by the way, it was also hiding vitality.

"It looks like you really want to cry, if you think wrong, crying means you will die. ”

Ning Chuan was still hesitating in his heart, it was true that it took a certain amount of courage to make this choice, after all, the consequences of crying, once it did not represent life, it definitely represented death.

But thinking of his own situation, it was also a dead word to continue to drag on, Ning Chuan felt that even if his life and death were uncertain after crying, he had no choice.

Therefore, Ning Chuan no longer controlled the sadness in his heart, and still relied on its wanton growth to aggravate, and the feeling of wanting to cry became more and more obvious.

Finally, Ning Chuan's first tears fell, followed by uncontrollable crying.

However, after crying for a while, Ning Chuan found that he was crushed or his eyes gouged out by someone who was not controlled by the ghost, it seems that he made the right bet this time!

But a new problem appeared again, although he said that crying was not dangerous, but the actual effect, the ghost was still chasing after him desperately, and he didn't seem to be too worried about crying, and he still desperately wanted to kill himself.

"I'll go, what's going on, is there anything I didn't think of?"

Ning Chuan originally thought that once he cried, the ghost should not be attacking him, and it was even possible to stand in place or leave, but now it doesn't seem like that.

And Ning Chuan thought that even if the ghost no longer attacked him, he could safely enter the villa, how could he safely come out with his wedding dress, and now the ghost still wanted to kill himself.

Suddenly, Ning Chuan slapped his head fiercely, how could he patronize the question of crying and connect the problem of not sweating.

Because even if there are more tears, there is only a little bit of water, the water on the ghost's body is enough, a little bit of salt is nothing, just like throwing a grain of salt into the lake, it will not change the lake water, this bit of salt in his tears, once he is caught by the ghost for a while, he will still be killed directly, so the ghost is still desperately trying to catch him.

However, through the problem of sweat, Ning Chuan thought of a way to survive, but the danger in this was that he and Wu Ming would die if there was a slight mistake.

At this time, Ning Chuan was still running, but he inexplicably shouted out in the loudest voice.

"Wu Ming, if you are not dead, use all your methods, ten minutes at most, and let yourself run into the hall for Lao Tzu, otherwise we will both die!!"

Wu Ming smiled bitterly after hearing Ning Chuan's pig killing cry in the villa, and returned to the hall in ten minutes, this is really a problem for me.

But Wu Ming still responded to Ning Chuan loudly, how can he tell Ning Chuan that he is not dead yet, otherwise Ning Chuan does not know what will happen halfway when he has no bottom in his heart.

After receiving Wu Ming's reply, Ning Chuan began to concentrate on dealing with the problems outside, in fact, Ning Chuan didn't know if he could get rid of the powerful ghosts outside in ten minutes, but he didn't dare to say that it would take too long, at that time, he was afraid that the powerful ghosts inside had already dealt with Wu Ming, and no matter how much effort he put in, it would be in vain.

For this reason, he can only choose ten minutes to force Wu Ming, and he is also forcing himself, after all, it is not so easy for him to deal with the ghost in such a short time.

Ning Chuan, who continued to escape, still had tears flowing, but he wiped his tears with his hands, and then began to wipe the tears on himself.

Ning Chuan guessed that the role of tears should be to assist his body to sweat, after all, that would make a large amount of salt appear on the surface of his body, and he would have the capital to stalemate with the ghost for a certain time.

Sure enough, Ning Chuan's guess was correct, every part where Ning Chuan wiped a little tear, as Ning Chuan ran violently, a large amount of sweat began to flow out of Ning Chuan's body, and where the sweat flowed, it also made it possible to sweat there.

After running for about five minutes, Ning Chuan was already wet with sweat, and his whole body was similar to a ghost, as if he had been fished out of the water.

And even if Ning Chuan's body was soaked, the ghost was not able to control Ning Chuan, Ning Chuan even skimmed the grass with his hand halfway, touched some water droplets on it, and his hand was not in danger, which verified the protective effect of salt on his body.

The preparations that should be made at this moment have been completely made, Ning Chuan turned around and ran towards the door of the villa, and the ghost followed closely behind Ning Chuan, and the distance between the two was not very far.

After Ning Chuan reached the door of the villa for a few more minutes, he stood there honestly, turned to face the ghost, and watched her run towards him.

"Wu Ming, time is running out, I'm already ready, you have to come on!!"

Seeing that the ghost was rapidly approaching him, Ning Chuan shouted towards the villa again, but there was no response from Wu Ming inside, and there was not even a sound at all.

This made Ning Chuan's heart sink suddenly, and he wondered if Wu Ming had died in the hands of the powerful ghost, if that was the case, wouldn't it be that even if his method worked, there would still be no way to live.

But at this moment, Ning Chuan has no choice, the arrow is already on the string, and he has to send it!