Hiding in the corner, Allah stared in horror at the direction of the baby-faced black mist. Fortunately, it was not interested in the weak spirit, not only did it not glance at her, but even the fallen Apan could not get its coveting, and passed by with a sigh.

Seeing it gone, she hurriedly rushed to Apan's side and reached out to try his breathing.

"Not dead." Apan grabbed her hand.

He pretended to be dead as soon as he fell to the ground, for fear of attracting the attention of the spirit. Now take advantage of the strength to turn over and climb

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