Tingshang has a very wide view. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe cold wind soaked in the moonlight blew from the surface of the river to the east mountain, as if it was contaminated with ghostly energy, and poured into the neck eeriely. Danzhu's eyes widened in vain, his face was already pale, and he seemed to be so frightened that he couldn't move.

The white-clothed ghost floated in the air, covered with flesh and blood scars, and seeing the two girls frightened, the ghost seemed to be very proud, stretching its neck to reveal its twisted facial features and rolling flesh.

How old is she, grabbed Danzhu's wrist, Danzhu came back to his senses, and the two of them swept into the building.

The tall buildings of the Black Hole Cave were close at hand, but they couldn't get close to a foot of range anyway. It was like an invisible barrier, and as soon as Fang approached, he was beaten back by his face, although it didn't hurt much, but he was not embarrassed when he fell to the ground. The ghost's throat made a "gurgling" sound, as if swallowing saliva, and as if hiding in the dark night and sneering, which made people feel creepy.

The game of cat and mouse continues.

It didn't seem to be in a hurry to catch them, but ran away in panic with the two girls. The people in the building felt as if they were dead, and no matter how much they screamed, there was no movement. Their strength would eventually run out, but the demon would drift to their side with only a slight movement—a shadow, a skeletal gangrene that tormented people to mad despair.

She ran to the water's edge with light bamboo, she and her second brother had stayed in the house for one night when they came, although there was no one at this time, but there were still lanterns outside the house, and the yellow candle flame made people feel a little calm. Danzhu was still crying, but at this time, he only had the strength to choke and choke.

Through the cover of the house, she saw that the ghost was not chasing, so she made a "silence" gesture to Danzhu, who immediately covered her mouth, and there was still panic in her tearful eyes. The two of them carefully touched the room and breathed a sigh of relief. She picked up a branch along the way and held it in her hand, subconsciously acting, she didn't know what it was for, and she didn't notice that she had inadvertently filled the branch with spiritual power.

The two crouched under the window, and she peered out into the house. The light bamboo leaned against her, and her small body kept shaking.

Four, quietly. Even the wind has stopped.

She tried to calm her mind and think of a countermeasure in her head. It's naturally not appropriate to stay here all the time, the ghost will find them sooner or later, but if they venture out, the danger they encounter is even more difficult to estimate, not to mention that there has been no one in the building to help, which is really strange. Even if the dust is not there, at least Gongziqing is not an ordinary person.

Thinking about it made her mind even more confused. A vague shadow appeared in the bottom of his heart, as if he was dressed in a peerless white dress, as long as he was caught, all the crises and despair would be gone. But the more she tried to keep the thought behind, the more chaotic her mind became, and the pain of chaos struck again.

She took a soft breath, got rid of many distracting thoughts, and all the voices disappeared together, even the light bamboo beside her didn't move. She thought the little girl had calmed down, so she continued to look out the window. Suddenly it dawned on me that such a world was unusually quiet.

Not only was there no wind, but even the sound of the river was gone.

The lantern was burning brightly outside the window, and although they hid in the darkness, another area of the room was illuminated by the firelight, casting the shadow of the window. As soon as she turned around, she saw Danzhu standing in the bright light and twisting her body, making a "whine" sound in her mouth, as if she wanted to make a warning, but for some reason her mouth was sealed and she couldn't open her mouth.

It was as if the water had opened the valve all at once, and the sound of the wind, the sound of the water, the whining of the little girl, and the sound of the whole world had returned. She looked at the light bamboo standing under the light and was startled - who was beside her?

The hideous-looking ghost creature raised its head, opened its broken lips and drooled, bringing a foul stench, and actually laughing.

She took a step away with a trembling heart, and stabbed the branch in her hand into the devil's chest, piercing two holes in pairs.

The ghost trembled as if in pain, and a puff of green smoke rose from the wound, with a thick rancid stench, and the throat began to grunt again with an indistinguishable cry or laughter, as if it were wailing.

Danzhu still couldn't move, she picked her up and grabbed the door, but where could she run fast, and after a while, she was half-dragging and half-hugging, and the two walked with great difficulty. In a panic, she quickly broke another branch and held it in her hand, and her tender palms were marked with blood.

The wounded creature was furious, tired of the game of cat and mouse, and threw itself at them like crazy, with the pus and blood branch still stuck in its chest, and looked strange and funny.

But the two girls couldn't laugh. She really couldn't hold the half-old child, so she ran in a hurry, and the two fell to the ground together. She stood in front of the light bamboo, her lower lip was bitten out of a shallow white mark, and she drew a scoop with courage, and the branch in her hand stabbed at the ghost like a sword.

This time, however, the branches pierced through the demon's body, as if they were piercing into the air.

The ghost was even more enraged, and with a wave of its claws it fell straight down on the girl's arm, leaving three terrible blood streaks and tearing off most of her sleeves.

Under the moonlight, the red blood slowly flowed through the girl's jade-like lotus arms, and the combination of blood and beauty stimulated the ghost's eyes even more, and the throat made a gurgling sound again.

She knew something was wrong and turned around and ran, forgetting the pain but still not forgetting the bamboo. Picking her up, Fang ran a few steps before feeling a soft foot, and the two of them rolled to the ground together. Tanzhu's mouth was still whimpering, and although she couldn't hear what she was saying, she understood that she meant to let her run alone. But how could she?

The ghosts floated their feet a foot away from them, and there was no terrain to hide. She hugged the light bamboo and watched as the ghost slowly approached.

Slow rhythm, but with a tidal wave of oppression. Everyone is afraid of death, but is it death itself, or the process of waiting for death?

The rancid stench in the air has reached a viscous level. She was at a loss, but she was not willing to close her eyes and die - just died, but she didn't even know who she was, and anyone would be unwilling, right? The sourness in my heart and the strong will to survive slowly gathered into a warm current, and in just an instant, it had reached all four limbs, and the fingertips were filled with clear green light, as if a layer of green fog was enveloped, silently gathering more and more, so that the ghost thing couldn't help but stagnate.

The wood spirit turned into a wind blade, like thousands of sharp arrows covering the ghosts.

However, the bright green light quickly dimmed the moment it left, and when it hit the target's side, there were only a few pieces left that flew painlessly and were easily flashed.

Despair quickly filled her eyes.

As if enjoying the process to the extreme, the ghost in white continued to drift slowly forward—slowly, but never stopping.

She protected the light bamboo with one hand, her eyes were fixed on the ghost, and the breath in her body was constantly flowing. If you have more time, just a little more......

There seemed to be a slight noise in the place where Jiang Hai Yusheng was building, but there was no movement all of a sudden, which made her think it was her illusion. There was a faint whisper from the sky.

"Die or leave, choose for yourself."

The tone of voice was not at all wavering, and it was as casual as an ordinary greeting, but it was like thunder and clearly fell to everyone's ears. The two people on the ground and a ghost looked up at Cangyu together.

At the same time, in Jiang Hai's Yusheng Building, Nan Zhu was completely shocked.

Among the three, he is the only one who has followed Childe the longest, so he knows him best, and has seen his various expressions and demeanors at different times.

cynicism when you are in a good mood, laughing and scolding, when you are in a bad mood, you don't say a word with clouds on your face, you are calm and thoughtful when you think about problems, and you are careful and cautious when you are treating people and saving people......

But he had never seen such a son.

There were faint tears in his eyes, and the throbbing between his expressions seemed to be a reunion after a long absence, and it was like a catastrophe for the rest of his life.

Such a person can have such strong and fiery emotions.

Nan Candle stared for a moment, then careful not to look away.