More eyes are staring at us in the shadows.

It's so stupid to admit in front of Yun'er that she can see those soul threads, I'm not here to trade, she won't let someone who knows the secret of SOUL Bar leave easily.

"This way!" Lao Yang took my hand and blended in with the surging crowd.

The temperature was dropping, and it was the cold I was familiar with.

I followed Lao Yang closely, carefully looking around, and our appearance was so hurried that some people stopped, their dark and empty eyes staring at us, and the surface of their faces became more and more hideous.

We ran for an unknown amount of time, until my breathing became rapid and my legs ached, and we ran to the end of the alley.

There was a wall blocking our way.

Lao Yang didn't stop, his outstretched right hand pushed forward, and it passed through as if it had penetrated a mirror before.

I gasped and followed Yang on—and just as I was walking towards the wall, I saw the little girl selling flowers standing on the side of the road not far away, and she shook her head at me slightly.

Whoop-

The next second, we were passing through the wall, and at the other end, it was as if the wall was just an illusion and didn't really exist.

It's still the same alley, but this time it's no longer lively, the long streets and alleys are deserted, and the doors of the shops that were supposed to welcome customers are closed, except for us, not to mention people, not even a ghost.

The flickering neon lights went out, and only a few street lamps hung in the air, muddy yellow lights spilling half-dead, looking like portals to hell.

I don't know how much it happened, it was foggy, the visibility was only 50 meters, and the street lights stretching out to the other side of the alley seemed weaker and weaker.

"Can't you get out?" Lao Yang took a heavy breath, and a bean-sized cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

It's a ghost hitting the wall!

We're stuck here.

"I'm sorry!" I'm sorry for dragging Lao Yang into a dangerous situation.

"Everywhere, we all came here because of the deep desire in our hearts." Lao Yang said, "So, at first, I didn't insist on stopping the young lady. ”

Thinking that Yun'er firmly said when I left that I would go back to find her, I'm afraid it's now.

If you want to get out, you have to trade with her?

Hey, it's shameless to talk about persecution so high-sounding!

"Don't part with me, I'll make a call!" Lao Yang reminded, then let go of my hand and made a call on my mobile phone.

It was getting colder and colder, and I couldn't help but hug myself in my thin clothes.

I peered into the darkness and something was moving, silently approaching us standing in the street.

I dropped my right hand and reached into my satchel to feel the cold metal handle.

I remember that Si Yufan said that the Angel Blade can cause fatal damage to all.

I pulled out the hilt of my sword, pressed my thumb on the dark button, and the sharp blade snapped out, shining with a blinding silver light in the misty gray world.

The angel's blade struck, and the dark forces that were about to move immediately retreated in fear, keeping a distance from me.

And I found that Lao Yang, who was on the phone, also paused in astonishment, and unconsciously took a few steps to the side.

"How's the phone going?" I asked him.

"It doesn't work." Old Yang replied to me, carefully looking at the angel blade in my hand.

"What's wrong? You're scared of this stuff too? I asked him.

"It's a bit of a surprise that you brought a knife." Lao Yang said, his eyes were hard to hide the fear.