The faint white light on Shen Qingluo's body reappeared, and the fire became more and more intense, as if it was about to burn the surrounding stones to ashes.

The ghost city lord was sucked twice in a row, and there was a slight collapse in his mind, and most of the ghost qi was exhausted, and he could not maintain his daily handsome and elegant appearance, but became the original appearance, his entire face was purple, and his tongue stuck out.

He was hanged, and the second prince of Donglai Kingdom used the same set of capturing thieves and capturing the king first.

First toyed with his daughter to death, then took him to the city wall, killed the soldiers, and hung him up.

Then came the massacre.

These people couldn't swallow this breath, and formed a resentful spirit, which lingered in Feng Shui City.

Rumble...

The white flames grew wildly, and attacked the ghost god lord again.

He didn't have time to recall those tragic pasts, and he didn't have time to care if Shen Qingluo was still alive.

Even if he was still alive, with his current ability, he would not be able to compete with him at all.

He had to get out of here and find a place where no one was there to repair the wound in the corner of his eye and stop the ghostly power from leaking out endlessly.

If he drags on here, he will not be killed by Shen Qingluo, and his soul will be scattered due to the loss of ghost power.

Soon after he left, Shen Qingluo also woke up slowly, and his eyes were filled with endless darkness.

The sharp pain in his body let him know that he was still alive.

He wanted to move and see his surroundings clearly.

But I felt that my body was pressed by a heavy object and I couldn't move, and my face touched a person, which should be the place of my stomach according to my judgment.

Shen Qingluo only thought of the moment before he passed out, and talked about being with him, could it be him?

"Brother..."

He moved the hand that was attached to Tan Yanzhi's side, and in the space squeezed by the weight, only this hand could move.

No one responded to him, only Tan Yanzhi's body temperature told him that he might still be alive.

He raised his voice again, "Talk brother! ”

Still no one responded, and Shen Qingluo knew that he should faint.

He took the movable hand out of Tan Yanzhi's arms, reaching out to touch the weight that was squeezing him.

Is it a stone?

Earth?

There seems to be grass clippings.

Could it be that the two of them were buried alive by the ghost city lord?

He exerted his strength, but how could a dirt bag as big as a barren slope be overturned by his strength?

Shen Qingluo could only touch the surrounding environment with his hands, hoping to find another little space.

It didn't take much effort for him to touch a boulder not far from his hand, and there was a space underneath it.

This should be when the boulder was pressed down, and the two stones formed a triangle and were empty.

His hands were too short to know how big that space was.

But having space means they have hope of living.

He took away the stone that was pressing on him and put it all into the space.

The air in the space was also squeezed out, allowing him to breathe without suffocating in a confined environment.

From one hand to two hands.

He tirelessly moved east and west, trying to keep his hands and feet moving.

He was injured by the ghost city lord before, and he also understood many of his spells.

The ghost castle lord can become one with the burial chamber, and naturally has the power to control the sand.

Shen Qingluo searched for the memories in his mind, and pulled them out bit by bit to use them.

He was already smart, and it didn't take long for him to understand the test.

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