Xia Zhihuai didn't know Wanwan's thoughts at all, holding the cub in one hand and the sword in the other, and followed behind the two Dao Masters with a majestic spirit.

This was the first time he had stepped into the ghost space, and he was actually panicked, but with a little divine beast in his arms, he suddenly felt confident again.

For the first time, he felt that Wanwan was particularly reliable, and that it could bring him great strength and comfort.

After walking for a while in the dark, Xia Zhihuai shrunk his neck, feeling cold.

"Wanwan, do you think it's so strange here?"

The man in his arms didn't respond at all, he looked down, screamed in fright, and threw the scarlet lump of flesh out.

Xia Zhihuai hurriedly retreated, looking around for Wanwan: "Wanwan, where are you?" ”

The scarlet meat ball rolling on the ground rolled back to his feet from a distance, and Xia Zhihuai poked the peachwood sword in his hand.

The scarlet mass of flesh immediately rolled to the side, looking terrified of the sword in his hand.

Xia Zhihuai took a few deep breaths, quickly calmed down, clenched the wooden sword with both hands, and his eyes became firm.

He also has a peachwood sword, not afraid.

But what about Wanwan?

The sword is here, how can Wanwan deal with such a strange space alone?

The scarlet flesh on the ground rolled back and forth, and Xia Zhihuai finally saw the face of this disgusting thing, with a human face, but when he opened his mouth, it emitted a creepy baby cry, which can scare people into heart attacks in this strange environment.

Keeping an eye on the lump of flesh on the ground, he slowly walked forward.

The surrounding darkness gradually dissipated, and a splendid and atmospheric palace appeared in front of him.

Xia Zhihuai wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at the magnificent palace gate, and the vermilion palace gate slowly opened.

He turned around and walked out.

Do you really think you can fool him?

He didn't have that much curiosity.

As soon as he turned around, Xia Zhihuai was hit in the chest by a mass of things.

Before he could swing his sword, the whole person flew upside down into the palace gate.

With a bang, the heavy palace door slowly closed.

The lump of flesh that jumped out of his arms, split his big mouth, and grinned and laughed, which was particularly hateful to watch!

Xia Zhihuai fell to the ground, his buttocks hurt, his back hurt, he was so angry that he rushed to the crown, and chased after him with a sword.

While scolding, he scolded: "Your uncle! ”

The meat ball rolled fast on the ground, and after a while, he deliberately led Xia Zhihuai to a gorgeous dormitory.

He gritted his teeth and stood there, thinking that if he turned away at this moment, he would be hit by something again.

The lump didn't care that he didn't enter, jumped into the temple, and soon disappeared.

"Brother."

There was the sound of clattering footsteps behind him.

Xia Zhihuai turned around abruptly and looked at Wanwan running over like a hot wheel with her hair a little messy.

He still has a ...... in his hand Well?

A hanged man with a long tongue?

"Taowanwan, what are you holding in your hand?"

Xia Zhihuai hurriedly walked over, squatted down and looked her up and down.

Fortunately, except for the messy hair, there were no injuries on the body.

Wanwan invited Gong to hold the hanged ghost in front of him: "Look, it brought me." ”

Xia Zhihuai really didn't want to face the hanged ghost, so he leaned back with difficulty and said, "You take it away quickly." ”

Wanwan let out a low sigh, put her hands behind her back, and hung her little head a little unhappily.

"Why did you suddenly disappear?"

Xia Zhihuai never figured it out, obviously he had been holding Wanwan since he came in.

The little guy is so vigilant, he shouldn't let him go.

This separation was too sudden, and when I lowered my head and there was a ball of meat in my arms, it was not too scary.

Wanwan shook her head and said, "I didn't disappear suddenly, it was your brother who put me down." ”

"Impossible."

Xia Zhihuai vetoed her statement in one bite.

"That's true." Wanwan looked up at him and smiled sweetly, "Brother, you were obviously deceived by ghosts, and you didn't even know it." ”

Xia Zhihuai suddenly felt that something was wrong, he clenched the sword in his hand, and suddenly pointed the peachwood sword at Wanwan's neck.

"You're not a wreck."

The Wanwan on the ground looked at him in astonishment, looked down at the peachwood sword that was about to stick to his neck, and his white face was suddenly covered with dense black cracks.

She looked up suddenly, her eyes all black, full of undisguised malice, and she took a cautious step back, flicking the hanged ghost in her hand in his face.

Xia Zhihuai slashed down with a sword, and the golden-red light flowed on the peachwood sword, and the moment the hanged ghost touched the wooden sword, it disappeared, and it was too late to let out the last wail.

Seeing that the hanged ghost was wiped out in the blink of an eye, the little ghost turned around and fled.

Xia Zhihuai subconsciously blocked her way, and slashed towards the little ghost with a sword.

After the illusion disappeared, this little ghost and Wanwan didn't look like each other at all.

She has long hair, a white dress, and a stitch on her face.

The enraged imp threw himself at Xia Zhihuai, wanting to bite his throat.

Xia Zhihuai did not hesitate, with the reflexes he had cultivated from years of dance practice, as well as the experience of filming martial arts scenes, he directly nailed the little ghost to the ground with a sword, and stared at her indifferently and screamed and cried.

This little ghost is a little older than Wanwan, should be about four or five years old.

Although I don't know why it appeared in the ghost space, it's not a good class after all.

His kindness would never be used on these things.

A cold and fierce wind suddenly hit from the left side, Xia Zhihuai didn't have time to dodge, the whole person was hit, hit the wall behind him, and lay on the ground in pain and couldn't stand up immediately.

"Bold!"

A vigorous little milk voice sounded.

Xia Zhihuai raised his head, looked at the sharp claws approaching his throat, and raised his throat in one breath.

Seeing that her brother was about to be scratched by a claw, Wanwan directly raised her hand and waved her sleeves, and the sword inserted in the little ghost immediately pulled out on its own, piercing the powerful ghost who only killed Xia Zhihuai with lightning speed.

Seeing the ghost being slammed against the wall by the peachwood sword, Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief.

She trotted over and dragged Xia Zhihuai away from the ghost, lowered her head and touched his throat.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"How can it be okay?" Xia Zhihuai hugged Wanwan, his hands were still a little trembling, "It's a big deal." ”

As soon as Wanwan heard his angry voice, her soft little paws gently patted his head: "It seems that it's okay." ”

The ghosts hanging on the wall were still roaring in anger.

The seriously injured imp on the ground didn't leave, and after getting up from the ground, he screamed at Tao Wanwan and Xia Zhihuai, but he didn't dare to step forward.

Xia Zhihuai clutched his chest and got up from the ground: "What's the situation here, why did a palace suddenly appear, and there are so many ghosts?" ”

Wanwan looked back at the little ghost and said with pity: "This is the ghost created by the thousand-year-old ghost." ”

"He used his ability to raise these little ghosts in the ghosts."

Xia Zhihuai didn't know why: "Why do you want to raise so many ghosts?" ”

"Probably his relatives." Wanwan suddenly said in a low voice.

She didn't have a family before, but later she had a brother Qinglong, and she also had a family.

Qinglong's brother has been lonely since the Nether Tribulation, so she knows how lonely it will be without her family.