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Guzhu has been casting spells, but what happened here has not escaped her eyes.

String reached out and touched her head, then said softly, "Don't be distracted. ”

Lone Bamboo nodded, then closed his eyes and began to cast the spell.

The flames suspended in the air jumped in and out of the cold wind, but they could not be extinguished.

And the person behind the scenes may also be a little anxious, so he increased the intensity of the wind.

A few people only felt a gust of wind blowing, and the surroundings became more eerie.

They instantly raised their vigilance.

Lone Bamboo has been manipulating the movements in his hands.

Under her control, the flame suspended in the air quietly separated, divided into many clusters of flames from one cluster of flames.

And those flames, very neatly arranged, in a circle.

Surround them all.

After chanting the incantation for a while, Gu Zhu suddenly opened his eyes, and then said to everyone:

"Don't look back, follow my footsteps, pay attention to how I walk, don't make a mistake, remember not to speak."

Everyone nodded.

At this time, Lone Bamboo began to move, still walking forward.

It's like a normal walk, but if you look closely, you will notice that her steps are a little strange

Stop-and-go, and turn from time to time.

Each turn is at a right angle, and there are rules to follow.

Guzhu deliberately walked slowly.

It's because she herself is reminiscing that she is not particularly familiar with these, so she doesn't dare to be too careless, and she has to be extra serious every step she takes.

And it's just to make them see more clearly, after all, the light here is very low.

If one of them doesn't see clearly, then that person will be left inside the demon wall forever.

When they're all out, it's going to be very dangerous if that one person stays inside the ghost wall.

It is not easy for the man who has gone out to save him again.

At this time, there was a roar in the forest.

The wind blew so hard that it ruffled the hair of several people and blew the corners of their clothes.

Lone Bamboo was thinner, and she walked in front, bearing a lot of wind, and this gust of wind seemed to be able to blow her away.

But she always stood there steadfastly, giving people a sense of stability step by step.

The undead golem followed them, and they took one step at a time, like obedient robots.

A cloudy wind blew, and the leaves rustled in the forest.

There were a few cries.

The cry is long and echoing, like the one told in many ghost stories.

There was no one else around here except a few of them, and this time they really encountered ghosts.

Several people instantly raised their vigilance.

I felt them disturbed by this cry.

Lone Bamboo sped up his movements, lest something would go wrong with them.

In the dim and gloomy woods. Everywhere you can see the mounds of graves, and several people shuttle through them, walking cautiously.

Above their heads, leaves rustled down.

Obviously they didn't speak, but it was very noisy all around.

There were cries and screams, constantly disturbing their minds.

But they didn't dare to look back, they didn't dare to get distracted.

They always remember Guzhu's words, lest they be trapped here forever.

The ghost hits the wall, in fact, it will be automatically lifted at dawn.

But here, there is no day or night, so if they are trapped here, they will be trapped here forever.

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