I found two paths, the first was a long, narrow tube, which naturally smelled very fishy, which made me think of the large intestine in the human body.

The other road, as I think of it, is only covered by a film, and when you stand behind this film, you can feel the cool and fresh breath when you feel it outward.

That's the smell of air!

The smell of the air feels so yearning to me at the moment, for people who breathe air every day, they may not feel that kind of longing, but for a suffocating person, that kind of longing is tantamount to a longing for life!

Standing at this only fork in the road, I rushed to the film almost without thinking.

And as I rushed into the film, the surging filth behind me ran down the foul pipe.

Although ghosts don't sweat, I still can't help but wipe my forehead, Nima, that's really a large intestine, it's almost excrement!

But even if I don't become excrement, if I don't rush out of this membrane, sooner or later I will be crushed by this resentful mother's stomach, and my ghost energy will be consumed by those sour liquids, and then I will become a part of this resentful mother's body.

In this way, breaking through this barrier has almost become a path for me to take.

So I didn't hesitate to rush down on the film.

Well, I hit my head on the soft air cushion and was bounced back, not only did I not get out, but I was also narrowly bounced into the filth that flowed into the smelly pipes.

To make matters worse, my whole soul became wobbly as I collided.

It's as if you've made a Ferris wheel, spinning in the air.

It's better than the Ferris wheel, the Ferris wheel at least rotates regularly, and I'm just scurrying around, no different from a ball being thrown into a room surrounded by bouncy walls.

The whole thing stopped rotating, and it was only after I managed to control my soul that I let out a long breath, and what I inhaled was naturally a dirty stench.

There's no way, it's good to have air inhalation, it's better than not even being able to breathe, hell, you also need air.

One attempt, let me know that it seems unrealistic to come hard, in case of any time I use too much strength, I will toss myself into it.

I cautiously walked to the film, trying to check it out with my inspiration, but found that my inspiration was also restrained, and I wandered around this small place.

I reached out and scratched my finger on the film, and an extremely fine mark appeared, and then the mark disappeared, and the film returned to its original shape.

I suddenly made up my mind that if there were traces, I would not be afraid, I was afraid that there would be no flaws.

The darksaber appeared in my hand, and I stabbed hard at the membrane.

'Snort'

The Darksaber literally plunged into that membrane.

However, the film looks far from being as thin as imagined, and the dark sword is pierced as if it has penetrated into a thick pigskin, and all kinds of things can't get out.

Then I enjoyed the thrill of all kinds of bumps again.

This time it's not a Ferris wheel, it's a bumper car, or the kind that hangs on the back of the car.

After a violent collision and bump, the resentful mother finally quieted down, and I also got a chance to breathe, and the ghost energy of my whole soul was weakened a lot, and I felt quite weak.

Anyway, I saw the hope of going out, and I was excited about it, and a basin of cold water was poured on my head, and it made me feel cold.

Because when I pulled the dark sword off, I saw that the film was quickly glued back together, and then- it was back to normal.

it!

I was extremely crazy at this time, and I reached out to touch the film, and found that there were indeed traces of a dark sword piercing in it, but this recovery ability was too powerful, right?

What can I do?

I waved my hand violently, and the dark sword went straight from bottom to top, and it directly came to a disemboweling and disemboweling posture.

Then I saw a wound open from the bottom of the membrane, and a cool breath came over my face.

But after that cool breath, there were wounds and scars that closed quickly, leaving me no time to rush out at all!

Then came another upside down, another spell of ecstasy, another time of dizziness.

This bump was more uncomfortable than motion sickness, more intense than many bumps before, and along with this bump, there was a faint cry of pain in my ears.

Of course, I couldn't hear what I was shouting, because I was about to vomit at this point, and if it weren't for the ghosts, I would have vomited all the bile.

I don't know how long the bump lasted, but the pain was long, but when the bump subsided, I got up again and staggered to the film.

Although the bump just now was terrible, I had already found a way to get out, and since the cool breeze could get in the moment when the dark sword broke through this membrane, I could also get out in that instant!

It would be nice to have a Xunfeng Talisman, but I'm a ghost at this time, and without the Xunfeng Talisman, I can only use my hands to decide.

Wind spell,It's a spell that can speed people up.,When drawing the Xunfeng charm,The magic that needs to be cast is the wind spell and the flying spell.,I thought about it for a while.,I still think about using the wind spell.。

I'm a ghost myself, and with the speed of the Wind Spell, I don't think it's much worse than the speed of the wind, right?

When everything was ready, I began to pinch my hands, and the wind curse began, and I suddenly felt that my soul was lightened.

The Darksword was raised high, and it gestured at the film, and quickly slashed down.

This sword was more powerful than the one just now, and the wound was longer, and I didn't dare to try to feel the cool breeze, because I was afraid that the wound would heal if the cool breeze came in, and I couldn't get out.

So the moment I cut through the membrane, the whole ghost rushed out along the trail of the darksword.

A cool breeze rushed in from outside my arm, and I felt like my soul had turned into a gust of wind, rushing forward at a rapid pace.

The wind outside was also rushing inward, and between me and the wind, we were racing against time to sprint between the gaps that appeared.

At that moment, I thought of a very special sentence, those years, the boy who chased the wind.

I really admire that I can still have such funny thoughts in this time of crisis, but the optimism of crisis has always brought me good luck.

So, I felt more, fresher air, and I felt a sense of unrestrainedness.

I'm finally out, free, it's so good.

However, the moment I felt free, I heard an even more amusing voice: "Look, complaining about my mother giving birth!" ”