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Chapter 400 Nigga Spirit

I opened my eyes and saw that, Damn, because the person who saved me was too fast, I just saw clearly that I had entered the tunnel. My head hit the stone wall of the tunnel several times one after another. The pain made me look like Venus in front of my eyes, and the headlight was broken. When I recovered, the person had already left the tunnel.

None of them were outside. When they saw the lights coming from the tower window, they might have escaped. Alas, why don’t you enter the secret passage? Can the tower block the ghost? They are all fools, and going up to the tower is a dead end!

I just flashed through this year, and I flew to the top of the tower again and walked through the window. It was almost at the speed of the rocket. I experienced the feeling of riding a rocket again.

As soon as he entered, he threw the man on the ground, and he was the second uncle. Who is this? It seems that no one else can fly except Qu Mo with this ability. But the spirit fox had already escaped, and Qu Mo was still in a coma.

"You are..." As soon as I asked two words, I felt a gust of wind flying towards the lower layer and ran away.

I took a few breaths and suddenly heard the roar of the master and General Hu below. I felt a stern heart. I quickly gritted my teeth and dragged my tired body to stand up. I poured all the things in Lu Fei's bag on the ground, grabbed a handful of yellow talismans, pasted them along the window, and then ran to the lower floor, and there was also a piece of it on the walls and stair railings.

Just after I finished posting, Qu Mo ran up with Lu Fei and Shen Bing on his back. I was stunned and asked them: "Qu Mo, why are you doing well? Could it be..."

Because I didn't dare to ask too clearly when I looked at Wang Zijun, Qu Mo nodded and said vaguely: "I'm back!" As he said that, he squeezed over me and went up to the top floor.

I understand. The one who saved me just now was Linghu. If it weren't for her, I'm afraid my buddy would have gone to the underworld to find Ma Dawen to drink.

"Why are you standing there? Just pull me, I can't hold on!" Shen Bing said weakly, grabbing my sleeve.

I saw Wang Zijun gasping while holding the stairs, and I didn't know that the saliva flowed out, and I was afraid that it was on the verge of physical collapse. I stretched out a hand and pulled him and dragged the two of them to the top.

As soon as Wang Zijun went up, he immediately lay on the ground, foaming at his mouth, and was a little dazed, and could not even say anything. Shen Bing was a little better, sitting against the wall, panting. Now Qu Mo was in good spirits, but she whispered to me: "The Spirit Fox was hit by a few more ghosts in order to save you just now, and she was very injured now. I am fine now, but I can't do anything."

I sighed and said, "I can't escape anyway, so how long I can live, it's up to you."

Qu Mo nodded with a declining expression, but suddenly widened his eyes and took a step back in fear. I quickly looked up and looked at her gaze. The second uncle of the grass, and the windows were surrounded by dead ghosts, all of whom were urging the yin energy of the tower, revealing their true colors. Now I don’t need Yin and Yang eyes anymore, I can see clearly.

Qu Mo hasn't seen such a spectacular scene since the beginning. It would be strange if he didn't scare him when he saw it!

At this moment, there were also chirping sounds from downstairs, and a stream of gloomy wind rushing up. The bottom must be filled with dead ghosts. Now we are really no way to heaven and no way to enter the ground!

I don’t know how long I can hold on to those broken talismans on the window, but now I don’t look very anxious. It seems that we have become a urn... the dragon, the phoenix in the cage, and we are exhausted.

I guessed something vaguely, and squatted on the ground, asking Qu Mo to step on my shoulder and straighten her back. She just reached the mural with both hands. I asked her to poke it hard, and she pushed it up as I wanted, and the mural moved away, revealing a two-meter square hole. This was a trap.
Chapter completed!
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