Murong Qiandoi, who had revisited the Devil's House, was once again carried out by Ling Yun. The small figure lay tightly on Ling Yun's back, like a frightened rabbit nesting in the nest, not daring to come out.

Ling Yun was very able to understand Murong Qiandoi's feelings, today's Devil's House is no longer what it used to be, and the advanced modern facilities and makeup techniques that can be called disguise have arranged all aspects of it in a terrifying way.

At first, Ling Yun was still thinking about how to carefully prevent her from sneaking up on him while accompanying Murong Qianniao to visit the Devil's House.

In fact, precautions are completely superfluous, and the awesome staff can always give enough stimulation in the most unexpected places, so that the whole devil's house is full of screams.

Of course, the screams were all Murong Qiandoi's, and Ling Yun's arm was also injured, and the arm that was tightly hugged by Murong Qianniao became purple and poplar red with her screams.

"It's too much" Murong Qianniao got off Ling Yun's back and stomped on his somewhat fluttering legs, wrapped his arms around Ling Yun's arms, and leaned his whole body on Ling Yun's body, and the girlish aura rushed towards him.

"This devil's house is just too much."

"That—" Ling Yun quickly ducked his head back and took a deep breath.

"Let's find a place to rest," Ling Yun said, pointing to a bench not far away.

"You go and sit down first, and I'll buy you something to drink."

Murong Qianniao nodded, and somewhat reluctantly let go of the arms that were holding Ling Yun.

As if relieved, Ling Yun turned around and walked towards the nearby cold drink shop in embarrassment.

"A cup of strawberry-flavored less ice, a glass of blueberries without ice, thank you."

Murong Qianniao, who was sitting on a bench not far away, looked at Ling Yun who was walking slowly, his slender legs reverberating happily.

"Thank you, Brother Yun, I didn't expect you to remember my preferences." Murong Qianniao took the drink handed over by Ling Yun and took a sip of it.

"After all, we've only been apart for a few hours."

Ling Yun casually sat on the other side of the bench, sipping his drink slowly.

"Brother Yun?" Murong Qianniao stretched out his hand and smoothed the hair that had fallen down behind his ears, revealing a fair and delicate face, looking at Ling Yun calmly.

"What's the matter?" Ling Yun turned his head to look at Murong Qianbo.

"It's not very convenient for us to talk if we sit like this," Murong Qiandao said, pointing to the position beside him.

A bench that can seat 6 people, and the two of them occupy one side is indeed a problem, Ling Yun grabbed his hair in embarrassment, and walked towards Murong Qiandoi's position.

Well?

An aura of oppression enveloped him, Ling Yun looked around vigilantly, his whole body froze in place, motionless like a stone statue.

"Spirit? Is it manifested? Murong Qianniao looked around and found that everyone was as motionless as stone elephants, and the world in front of him turned dark yellow.

"The exorcism enchantment is open, and it seems to be a tricky guy."

Murong Qiandao glanced at Ling Yun to make sure that he was not conscious, put his hands on his left waist, made a gesture of drawing a knife, and pulled out a silver-shining blade from the air.

The spirit must be found and killed as soon as possible, or someone will leave this world.

Murong Qianniao closed her eyes tightly and pressed the hilt of the knife against her forehead, and a silver light entered her body, and her eyes emitted a silver-white light.

"Found it" Murong Qianniao saw that there was a spark on the Ferris wheel that was slowly disappearing, and since there was a spark, then the spirit would definitely be on it.

Murong Qianniao ran quickly towards the Ferris wheel.

The spirits on the Ferris wheel also seemed to sense that danger was approaching below, and dropped the fire that was about to disappear into a white light and fled the scene.

"Clever enough" Murong Qiandao narrowed his eyes as he looked at the direction of Ling's escape, put away the knife, turned the silver light into a pair of wings, lightly touched the ground under his feet, and rose into the air, looking down on the entire playground in the air, looking for Ling's whereabouts.

"Roar..."

A huge roar sounded from behind Murong Qianbo, and Murong Qianniao turned around to see that a silver-white giant orangutan was now in the middle of the playground, and there were many people lying around it, and the fire on their bodies had almost disappeared without a trace.

"Despicable" Murong Qianniao swooped down towards the orangutan, and the high-speed impact directly knocked the orangutan to the ground.

"Relying on absorbing a large amount of fire to increase your combat power, regardless of the lives of living beings, it is an evil spirit, I will kill you in the name of the Murong family's famous sword."

Murong Qianniao put his hands on his left waist, did a knife drawing pose, and when the orangutan stood up, he came to the orangutan with his feet, and the knife flashed, cutting it in two.

A large amount of fire dissipated in all directions, the core of the spirit was not broken, and Murong Qianniao did not give it another chance to escape, collecting the fire with his right hand, and throwing the knife in the direction of the spirit escape with his left hand to kill it.

"Come back to yourselves" Murong Qiandao sent the collected fire back to the people's bodies, and then turned around to take the knife back.

"The cloud... Brother Yun" Murong Qianniao's voice couldn't help but tremble a little, and the famous sword pierced through the core of the spirit without being crooked or slanted, and stabbed it on Ling Yun's shoulder.

Murong Qianniao hurriedly ran over and planned to pull out the knife before the end of the exorcism formation, so that there was still a way to use the fire to heal Ling Yun's injuries.

However, due to the complete destruction of the spirit core, the speed at which the exorcism formation disappeared was very fast, and before Murong Qiandao could pull out the knife before he could hold the hilt of the knife, Ling Yun gradually regained consciousness.

An unusually painful feeling came from his body, Ling Yun turned around and found that he had a knife stuck in his shoulder, and Murong Qiandao who was not far away was looking at him with an indescribable expression, his hand was holding the handle of the knife, and a chill arose in an instant.

"Assassination attempt? Sure enough, they will still attack me," Ling Yun sat on the ground holding his wound in pain.

Is she really a sick girl? What would it be like to have a sick sister? Since you have chosen, you must face it bravely.

"Please, can you pull out the knife first?" Ling Yun watched his blood tick along the blade, worried that his blood would run out in a short time, and looked up at Murong Qianniao begging.

"No, if you stab a blood vessel, pulling out the knife will only make your blood flow faster."

"Okay, what then, you can't go to the hospital with a knife."

……

……

The two looked at each other for 5 seconds, and Ling Yun chose to give up.

Forget it, let's go to the clinic before it gets dark.

Thinking like this, Ling Yun looked up at Murong Qiandoi, who was worried about his face, and his heart was full of underestimation.

Was it a mistake? Was I injured by mistake? So what is she doing with a knife? Why don't I remember anything about the previous one at all?

Shall I ask her directly?

Ling Yun blinked twice and thought for a moment.

Forget it.

What the hell is going on, I don't understand at all, what just happened?

Why is this happening?