The one who took the liberty of calling you to carve wood, have you already decided to take me as an apprentice? Mu Xichen poked his head to ask, and Kemu immediately turned around, and his smile was almost seen by him. With a weak heart and pretending to be indifferent with my hands around my chest, I will not accept apprentices.

The fat man anxiously pulled the dust over, and there was a large purple patch on the left side of his face and the corners of his mouth. He didn't care about his image and the pain of slandering the carved wood.

Let's not get in touch with this nervous thing, maybe he won't be able to slap his face and become fat at all! The fat man also deliberately amplified his voice, apparently, this was deliberately said to him.

Carved wood didn't throw it, cast his eyes further into the depths of the exit, and said indifferently: If you can go to the end, maybe I will think about it.

Mu Xichen was so excited that his spirit was shocked, and he said yes! He took He Fatty's hand and shook it again, and the fat man was finally willing to accept me as an apprentice! The fat man pretended to be deep, touching his chin like a master in the world, well, it seems that he still has two brushes.

After being excited, Mu Xichen's spirit was not so good, and he suddenly slowed down and squatted down. The body seems to be hollowed out, the emptiness is uncomfortable, me, what's wrong?

Kemu also squatted down to support Mu Xi's dusty body, looking at him expressionlessly, your body can't withstand the formation just now, and the vitality is squeezed dry and squeezed to the point that there is not a single bit left.

The fat man took Mu Xichen's body and showed a hurry, so what should I do? He's going to be fine, right?

Kemu no longer paid attention to the fat man, and hit the sword finger hard, pointing at several key acupuncture points on Mu Xichen's body, and then crossing the qi with his palm.

Chenzi squinted his eyes slightly, and his originally weak body was suddenly full of strength. The soft breath gradually entered his palm, flowed into his blood, kissing every inch of his heart. Every inch of his skin seemed to feel cold, and he looked up and stared at the carved wood's eyes.

Carved wood narrowed his eyes into a slit, his palm was on his palm, and his breath was constantly transmitting, and he suddenly felt blocked. Kemu frowned uncomfortably, the two breaths were first very unharmoniously repulsed, and finally they fused perfectly! What's going on? Letting go of the doubts that flashed in his heart, he let go of his palm on Mu Xichen.

Slowly open your eyes.

Mu Xichen smiled inexplicably at first, and then glanced at the carved wood, what did you do just now? I seem to be less tired all of a sudden.

You know what you thought before, otherwise why would you attract resentful spirits? Carved wood smiled nonchalantly, patted the dust on his body and stood up, okay, clean up and set off immediately.

The fat man's eyes widened, and while Mu Xichen was resting, he described the whole thing to Kemu word for word, and Kemu listened expressionlessly, and after listening, he glanced at the two of them lightly, and didn't say anything more.

"Carved wood, what's the origin of your sword?" He Fatzi curiously squeezed to the carved wood, remembering that he had said that he would be able to make a good price if he took this sword and sold it. However, he was not unaware of this idea now, and his eyes were rolling slightly, and his mind was full of the idea of fighting this strange sword.

Dead fatty, you fart, I know what you're thinking, give me death back! Mu Xichen really reached out and slapped the fat man's round buttocks, grabbed the clothes on his back and dragged them back.

Kemu didn't answer, turned around and was about to leave. Time is running out, let's go. After a pause, he kept his head down, the sparkle in his eyes and the angular countenance hidden in the darkness, unless you want to be in the company of these wraiths for the rest of your life

Lift your feet up the dark and deep wooden ladder, and hold on to the stone wall layer by layer. Mu Xichen and the fat man glanced at each other, shrugged helplessly, don't go?

He Fatzi stood on the wooden ladder, looking at the dark cave below, and the sound of the wooden planks babbling and unstable made him a little dizzy and unable to stand straight. He immediately grabbed Mu Xichen's sleeve, trembled his lips and said: Old Mu, you see that I am so fat, what if the wooden ladder collapses?

Mu Xichen snorted and couldn't hold back his laughter, you think too much, right? After speaking, he stopped paying attention to the fat man and walked down, the upside-down nine-story demon tower, I don't know what danger awaits them next. The clothes were ripped off, Mu Xichen scratched the back of his head impatiently, fatty, don't make trouble.

Pull, pull, pull.

The action hasn't stopped.

Fatty, don't make a fuss, I'm not in the mood to play with you right now. Chenzi was reminiscing about the inexplicable feeling of triggering the formation just now. The hands open and closed, as if they could hold something intangible. He thought it was a little incredible, and he had wondered why those masters in martial arts movies knew magic or qigong or something. Now, I have learned the mystery of this, and I can't be very happy in my heart, and it is really exciting for what I believe in to be confirmed by myself.

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Fatty, don't you bother! The conjecture in his heart was disturbed, Mu Xichen turned around and yelled at the fat man, but when he turned around, there was nothing, it was empty, and he looked at the top of his head suddenly, he had gone so far? Fat man! What about carved wood!?

Fatso? He furrowed his brow, and the wooden ladder under his feet babbled, a sound that almost gave goosebumps out of his body.

Babbling—babbling—he shifted his steps, relieved and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, it turned out to be his own voice, and thought that something was approaching him again.

But it's really dark here, and you can't see the fat man and the carved wood at all, maybe they've gone to the front. As soon as he thought of this, he lifted his steps and walked down, and every step of the wooden ladder would always babble, and the listeners were strangely panicked, and after walking a few more steps, they called out the names of the fat man and the carved wood, but still no one responded. Looking up at the entrance above, there was no trace at all, and it was pitch black.

He secretly scolded himself in his heart: Why is this sixth layer descending so slowly, and how deep is the underground palace?

Ahem! Fatso! During the shouting, there was a tingling pain in the center of the foot, and the right foot sank deep and got stuck in the broken wood. It's really unlucky, how can this wooden ladder be broken like this?

Mu Xichen carefully pulled his right foot out of the broken wood, and the small pieces of wood splintered into the shoe one by one, and the sharper ones pierced the soles of his feet directly. Impatiently, he had no choice but to hold on to a wall, take off his shoes with his center of gravity slightly inward, and pull out the sawdust in the dark.

Heavy breathing was heard underneath the whirring. He was pleasantly surprised, could it be that he had caught up with the fat man?

Fatty, is that you?

No one responded to him, Mu Xichen hurriedly put on his shoes, and his temples suddenly tingled and he didn't know what was going on, maybe it was a side effect of the formation just now. He walked down step by step with apprehension, and no one answered even when he tried to call the fat man and the carved wood several times. Mu Xichen realized the seriousness of the situation at this time, could it be that he had encountered a ghost hitting the wall again? The thing that was pulling his clothes in the back just now was

Thinking about him, his hairs couldn't help but stand on end, and he was clinging to the cold stone wall, and even the sound of his breathing was so low, on the contrary, it was easier for him to hear his own beating heartbeat.

Who is it, and who is coming to him this time? Evil spirits? The female corpse? Big rice dumplings? It was still the low sea level in Xiao Xiao's heart, without the slightest wave, and it was so quiet that it was almost suffocating.

Someone in the dust was calling him, and the shepherd looked up in the dust, looking for the source of the sound. There was a sudden touch of whiteness in the darkness, a long dress as white as snow, and maroon curls added a touch of mystery to the person in front of him.

Without the surprise and panic at the beginning, Chenzi just silently leaned against the wall and asked: Who are you?

The woman pursed her lips and smiled, we just met, have you forgotten?

For a long time, the woman was waiting for Mu Xichen's answer. The dust smiled strangely, lowered his head, and his black broken hair covered his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression. After a long time, I squirmed my dry lips, maybe you think I think you are Jiang Xuejuan, but you are not.

The smiling woman's expression suddenly froze, and a row of snow-white teeth was hidden in a small pink cherry mouth. Why am I not Jiang Xuejuan? I thought I was mimicking a lot.

Mu Xichen touched the tip of his nose, not looking at the ghost in front of him, you are only imitating her in my heart, not the real her.

The female ghost suddenly deceived her, and Mu Xichen could even smell the unique smell of corpses on her body. Pursed his lips uncomfortably, and said, what is it for following us for so long?

The female ghost pursed her lips, and there was a hint of stubbornness and cuteness on her young face, no one has been able to appear in the second-layer demon tower for thousands of years, I thought it was fun to run up and want to tease you, but I didn't expect that in the end, you would let out resentment and disturb my Qingning, and smashed my coffin and ruined my body! I'm not going to make you feel better!

The corners of Mu Xichen's eyes twitched, he changed his posture and leaned against the wall, his hands around his chest, and he gave a lot of attention to this female ghost with great interest, it turned out that she was not as vicious as he imagined, so it was okay to save himself from fighting to the death.

Okay, so you made all of that. Mu Xichen quipped, let's say, where did you get my friend this time?

Mu Xichen raised his eyebrows, this time it is mainly anti-guest. Do you want to continue to recruit a few evil spirits for me or a big dumpling to kill me? Or do you want to design me some tricks to get hit?

The woman ripped the clothes on her body, turned around, and saw that her ethereal soul gradually became real, she suddenly smiled and patted Mu Xichen's shoulder, hey, how is it? I'm good-looking, right? She pulled her beautiful red dress with a magpie and spun around, and her long black hair was tied up in a gorgeous bun. Mu Xichen narrowed his eyes, and for a moment he almost believed that he had traveled to the Qin Dynasty.

Her appearance is indeed somewhat similar to Jiang Xuejuan, but she is so beautiful that it is not two styles at all, and her style is gentle and elegant with some playfulness, which is slightly different from the one in the coffin.

How do you know that this female ghost has no malicious intent, and Mu Xichen is also relieved. How can you become an entity?

The woman stuck out her tongue, I've been dead for a thousand years, I can't cultivate this, so how can I live? Mu Xichen opened his mouth in surprise, you are already dead and still want to live?

She said embarrassedly: The next layer is where the purple pupil is guarded, if you don't want to be killed by him, you must become strong. Since the purple pupil appeared on the sixth layer, all the ghosts have been driven to the fifth layer, and the more you want to survive, the stronger you must be

Just when the dust was about to sigh for her, she suddenly smiled.