Chapter Thirty-Eight: Corpses Are Afraid of the Sun
Fang Yu and Xiao Yichen turned around to see that the fire was indeed about to go out, and hurriedly picked up the firewood and put it in the fire, and after a while, the fire rose again, looking at the floating ghosts around them, much farther away from this side, they were all slightly relieved. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ο½iqugeγ ο½ο½fo
Ye Zhihan was still sitting in his original seat, Xiao Yichen looked up at him, added a few more branches to the fire, and asked lukewarmly, "Is there really a gun soul in this world?" β
After Xiao Yichen asked, Fang Yu also asked curiously, "Yes?" Oh, yes? If there is a gun soul, does that mean that the gun is also alive? β
Ye Zhihan raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the two of them, and his voice was also very polite, "Hey, I said, can you two be less naΓ―ve?" I used it to scare female ghosts, do you believe it? β
Seeing that the two of them looked questioning, they pursed their lips, with a bit of mystery in their eyes, and continued, "That, I'm actually, right?" I'm also afraid of that kind of ghost, but fortunately she didn't exert power, otherwise, I can't deal with her, hehe, the ghost itself is a gas, I just used the frozen cold air, washed away some of her essence, and deliberately used the gun soul to scare her, that, I said about the gun soul, you must not take it seriously? β
After speaking, he still had a bad smile on his face.
Fang Yu felt as if he had been tricked, his big eyes blinked, and he said angrily, "Then what you mean is that you are not sure that you will let that female ghost be injured at all, and use my body as a bet, do you want to find death?" β
Before he finished speaking, he held a slightly longer branch in his hand and whipped it towards Ye Zhihan, Ye Zhihan was startled, quickly blocked it with his arm, and said anxiously, "Hey, didn't I bet myself too?" How can you say that only you are making bets? Girl, you don't make any sense? β
Watching the two of them fighting, Xiao Yichen hooked the corners of his mouth very rarely, his eyes became a little warmer, and he added firewood to the fire without saying a word.
The sky gradually brightened, all the ghosts around disappeared, and the three of them walked out of the woods and came to the road, Xiao Yichen identified the direction and began to walk in the direction of returning to the city.
The sun rose slowly, but unconsciously, Ye Zhihan slowed down, Fang Yu noticed something unusual, and glanced back at Ye Zhihan, only to find that Ye Zhihan was pale, his face was tired, and he was obviously exhausted.
Fang Yu was shocked, stopped and asked anxiously, "Ye Zhihan, what's wrong with you?" β
As soon as Fang Yu asked, Xiao Yichen also stopped, turned to look at Ye Zhihan behind him, Ye Zhihan had already fallen behind them for five or six steps, and it seemed that he was not going to collapse.
Ye Zhihan turned his head to look at the side of the road, and saw that there was a big tree on the side of the road, so he walked to the bottom of the tree in a hurry, with his back to the sun, and sat down against the tree, his head resting on the tree, looking uncomfortable.
Fang Yu and Xiao Yichen glanced at each other, and also walked over, although the gun in Xiao Yichen's hand was not raised, he couldn't help but clench it, and his eyes became cold.
Ye Zhihan's focused eyes swept over them, and even his voice became weak, "I can't walk, the sun is too big, if it goes on like this, I will be sunburned to death, what do you like?" β
Fang Yu frowned, his eyes looked at Xiao Yichen, "Yichen, he looks very sad, can you think of a way?" β
Xiao Yichen stared at Ye Zhihan with dead eyes, and after a long while, he opened his mouth word by word, "What can I think of?" Half an hour away, there's the highway, can we stop the car and go home? So, he had to persevere. β