Xia Zhihuai didn't know what Wanwan was thinking at all. He hugged the cub with one hand and the sword with the other, and followed the two Taoist priests with great priests.

This was the first time he stepped into the evil ghost space. In fact, he was so nervous that he felt a little divine beast in his arms. He suddenly felt confident again.

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

After walking in the dark for a while, Xia Zhihuai shrank his neck and felt a chill.

"Wanwan, do you think this place is so strange?"

The person in his arms did not respond at all. He looked down and screamed in fear, throwing the scarlet ball of meat out.

Xia Zhihuai hurriedly retreated and looked 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 held the peach wood sword in his hand and poked it.

The scarlet ball of meat immediately rolled to the side, looking very afraid 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 peach wood sword, so he is not afraid.

But what should Wanwan do?

With the sword in him, how could Wanwan handle such a strange space alone?

The scarlet meat balls on the ground rolled back and forth, and Xia Zhihuai finally saw the disgusting thing clearly, with a human face, but when he opened his mouth, he made a creepy baby crying sound, which could scare people in this weird environment.

Have a heart attack.

Always alert to the meat ball on the ground, he slowly walked forward.

The darkness spread around gradually dissipated, and a brilliant palace appeared in front of him.

Xia Zhihuai frowned 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 deceive him?

He was not so curious.

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

Before he could swing his sword, he flew backwards into the palace gate.

With a roar, the heavy palace gate slowly closed.

The meat ball that jumped out of his arms split his big mouth and laughed hilariously, which made him particularly angry!

Xia Zhihuai fell to the ground, his butt hurt, his waist and back hurt, so he was so angry that he rushed over with his sword.

He also cursed and said, "Your uncle!"

The meat ball rolled on the ground quickly, and soon after, he deliberately led Xia Zhihuai to a gorgeous bedroom.

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

The meat ball didn't care that he didn't go in, jumped into the hall and disappeared soon.

"elder brother."

The sound of footsteps came from behind.

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

I still hold one in my hand...well?

A hanged ghost with long tongues?

"Tao Wanwan, what are you holding in your hand?"

Xia Zhihuai hurried over, squatted down and looked her up and down.

Fortunately, except for the messy hair, I was not injured.

Wanwan raised the hanged ghost to him like accusing me of credit: "Look, it brought me here."

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

Wanwan said softly, put her hands behind her back, and lowered her little head a little unhappily.

"Why did you suddenly disappear?"

Xia Zhihuai couldn't figure it out. He had been holding Wanwan after he came in.

The little guy is so vigilant that he probably won't let him go.

The separation was so sudden, and when I lowered my head, there was a ball of meat in my arms, which was simply too terrifying.

Wanwan shook her head and said, "I didn't see you suddenly. It's brother, you put me down."

"impossible."

Xia Zhihuai rejected her statement in one whim.

"It's true." Wanwan looked up at him and smiled sweetly, "Brother, you were obviously cheated by a ghost, but you don't know yet."

Xia Zhihuai suddenly felt something was wrong. He held the sword in his hand tightly and pointed the peach wood sword at Wanwan's neck.

"You are not Wanwan."

Wanwan on the ground looked at him in surprise, looked down at the peach wood sword that was about to touch her neck, and her white and tender face suddenly covered with dense black cracks.

When she suddenly looked up, her eyes turned black, full of unconcealed malice, and she took a cautious step back and threw the hanged ghost in her hand onto his face.

Xia Zhihuai slashed down with a sword, and a golden red light flowed from the peach wood sword. The moment the hanged ghost touched the wooden sword, the smoke disappeared, and he didn't even have time to let out his last wail.

Seeing the hanged ghost disappearing in the blink of an eye, the little ghost turned around and ran away.

Xia Zhihuai subconsciously blocked her way and slashed at the little ghost with one sword.

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

She had long hair, a white skirt, and had marks of needlework on her face.

The angry little ghost jumped onto Xia Zhihuai, trying to bite his throat in one bite.

Xia Zhihuai did not hesitate. With his years of reaction ability practiced by practicing dance and his experience in martial arts scenes, he directly nailed the little ghost to the ground with his sword, looking at her coldly and screaming and crying.

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

Although I don’t know why it appears in the evil ghost space, I am not a good person anyway.

His little kindness will never be used on these things.

A cold and fierce wind suddenly came from the left. Xia Zhihuai had no time to dodge and was hit and hit the wall behind him. He lay on the ground in pain and couldn't stand up immediately.

“Bold!”

A small breast full of energy sounded.

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

Seeing that his brother was about to be scratched by a claw, Wanwan raised her hand and waved her sleeves. The sword inserted into the ghost was immediately pulled out by herself, piercing the evil ghost who could only kill Xia Zhihuai with lightning speed.

Wanwan finally breathed a sigh of relief when she watched the evil ghost being slapped on the wall by the peach wood sword.

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

"Brother, are you okay?"

"How could it be fine?" Xia Zhihuai hugged Wanwan, his hands trembling a little, "It's so big."

When Wanwan heard his breathless voice, her soft little claws gently patted his head: "It seems that it's okay."

The evil ghost hanging on the wall was still roaring angrily.

The seriously injured little ghost on the ground did not leave. After getting up from the ground, he screamed at Tao Wanwan and Xia Zhihuai, but he did not dare to go forward.

Xia Zhihuai covered his chest and got up from the ground: "What's going on here? Why did a palace suddenly appear, and there are so many ghosts?"

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

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

Xia Zhihuai was unclear, so: "Why do you have to raise so many ghosts?"

"It's probably his relative." Wanwan suddenly said softly.

She had no family before, but later she had Brother Qinglong and had family.
Chapter completed!