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It's just that the puppets at that time were dead and living people, but the ones in front of them were evil spirits summoned from the barrier.If it was still Du Xuan, it would be fine, even without Luo Chuan, he could fight for a while, but now...

He glanced at Luo Chuan, who was bruised and collapsed, and then at the silver bell with weak divine power in his hand.Can't fight, at least with their current appearance, they are definitely not opponents.

He put back the stone cover of the dry well, and the anchor turned a deaf ear to his anxious question, and stood firmly in front of Luo Chuan, refusing to listen to any persuasion.

Luo Chuan had no choice but to hold his hand instead, and slapped the remaining bit of divine power on his whole body to protect him.

After this move, Luo Chuan completely lost his strength, and his body went limp and passed out.But even so, the hand that was holding him tightly still did not let go.

He waved his right hand with the silver bell for a while, and the divine fire that Luo Chuan had placed all over his body swayed with his control.Although not as comfortable as before, it can be regarded as timely rain for now.

The whitish ghost was bloated, and his facial features could no longer distinguish his original appearance.When he first came out of the soil, his figure was still shaking slightly, but when he stood still, he rushed towards him like crazy.

Sharp nails grow on the five fingers, and the fangs in the mouth when roaring are like a very hungry beast.With the help of the silver bell to control the fire, he twirled his palm for a while, flipping and hitting the evil spirit rushing towards him.

His white body caught fire, but it wasn't as deadly as Luo Chuan was when he was fighting, but like a burning fuel barrel, he continued to attack him with flaming limbs.

Evil ghosts don't feel pain, and if they can't be completely dispersed, doing so can only alleviate it at best.

He jumped up and kicked the evil spirit's belly, then turned around and punched out a punch with supernatural power.The strength is not small, and it pierces the burning body of the evil spirit.

He is now a mortal body, and although the divine power protects him, it is like a double-edged sword, hurting the enemy and burning him at the same time.

He flicked the burning sleeve, except for the right hand that was wrapped around the silver bell, it hurt when he touched it.He turned sideways and kicked away the two evil spirits who were rushing towards Luochuan, and wiped them out with the flames in his hand.

After more than a dozen fights in a row, dense sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body gradually became tired due to excessive fighting.He panted and cursed, his eyes were red, and he fought left and right to maim the fallen demon.

But this is just the beginning, if they can't break the barrier, they won't be able to get out, and if they can't get out, they have to fight with these damned ghosts to the end!

What is the background of the other party? He really can't think of anyone who is more capable than Luo Chuan except people from the God Realm.Xuan Guang and Tong Ya are the most suspected, but so far he can't think of any reason to kill Luo Chuan.

No matter how Du Xuan died, since he has become Lin Jingmo, even if he takes revenge, he will never be able to return to the past.Taking a step back, if Luo Chuan really came here to take his life and take away half of his divine power, why did he wait until now, and put himself in danger several times to protect him.

Furthermore, Xuan Guang and Tong Ya's starting point was to keep him away from Luo Chuan, but when this person attacked, he didn't know who it was, and even some innocent people could be involved in order to take their lives.

Killing people regardless of good and evil is only for the purpose, but they hide behind the scenes and refuse to show up.Perhaps, from the very beginning, he suspected that he was going in the wrong direction, that this person had nothing to do with the person he met.

It's just that he doesn't understand one thing. Now that Luo Chuan has collapsed, he has no great ability. With such an excellent opportunity, he can show up and deal with them with one move. Why is he left here alone to suffer.Could it be that the other party is a psychopath just to watch them die tragically?

The divine power around him began to diminish during the continuous fighting, and the drowsy Luo Chuan's face became paler and paler.Panting, he sat beside Luo Chuan, and the divine power on the silver bell was about to dissipate.He secretly scolded himself for being incompetent, no matter whether he was living in the modern society with hard work or beside Luo Chuan, he had always been a waste who couldn't do anything he wanted to do!

The dry well was surrounded by the corpses of evil spirits that he had smashed, and there were more evil spirits crawling out of the ground under the turned soil.

He stood next to Luo Chuan, looked at the evil spirits and said loudly: "Come out if you have the ability! Don't just hide like a bastard!"

The sound echoed in the barrier, and the imperceptible evil spirits did not stop.The mountains and forests outside the barrier were unusually quiet, and in the darkness, even if he wanted to see, he couldn't see where anyone was hiding.

He held Luo Chuan's hand, interlocked his fingers, and sternly said to the group of evil spirits who were about to rush to the upper door: "If I want to be Du Xuan again, I will definitely send you, a turtle with a shrunken head, to hell, and you will never be reborn forever!"

The sound was almost roaring, and dozens of evil spirits surrounded them with their fangs and claws bared.Almost the next moment, piercing screams rang out, making one's scalp numb.It's just that this frightening scream did not come from Lin Jingmo, but from those evil spirits.

A dazzling flame burned and spread from Lin Jingmo's whole body, and wiped out those crazy puppets like dust.The flames churned and surged, converging on top of Lin Jingmo's head to form a circling fire snake, and accompanied by the burnt sparks on the scorched earth, they rushed straight to the top of the barrier.

Lin Jingmo only felt a rush of heat in his heart, and his body became unbearably hot as if being torn apart by a raging fire.The flames all over his body engulfed him, and in a daze, the red rope on the wrist that Luo Chuan held tightly to him flew.

The divine power belonging to Duxuan poured into his body overwhelmingly, but at the moment when he was about to break through the critical threshold, the awakened Luo Chuan quickly grabbed the string of red rope.

He let go of Lin Jingmo's hand, and pushed him away with a backhand palm.Lin Jingmo was in unbearable pain all over his body, and his heart seemed to be about to explode. The burning flames all over his body did not recede because of this, and he met the fire snake that broke through the barrier to break the barrier.

The fire snake coiled for a while, then rushed into Lin Jingmo's body and disappeared.

"Du Xuan!" In a panic, Luo Chuan subconsciously called out a long-lost name.He hugged Lin Jingmo, who had collapsed to the ground, in his arms, pinching the weak divine power with his fingers to seal his heart.

He looked at Lin Jingmo with blurred eyes, and tremblingly said: "Don't sleep, Du Xuan!!"

While speaking, he watched the person in his arms lose his breath and heartbeat, and he didn't even have time to call him master again.

The surroundings gradually fell into darkness, and in the scorched earth, Luo Chuan bent his back and his eyes were red, and he murmured almost pleadingly: "Duxuan...I really can't hold it anymore...don't go..."

The night wind was blowing in the forest, and he didn't know how long it had been since he hugged her like this.Suddenly, a silver bell rang in his ear, and he hurriedly raised his head to check.

Lin Jingmo's hot body gradually returned to normal warmth, and a pair of glasses with cracked lenses slipped off his face due to coughing.The burning pain just now made him heart-piercing and almost fainted, and the deafening thunder that filled his ears gave him a headache.

He woke up leisurely, looked at Luo Chuan's red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice heartlessly: "...What are you, like a rabbit..."

Luo Chuan calmed down, and seemed to laugh and cry at the same time.He helped Lin Jingmo to sit up, and said forcefully, "It's okay, it's just that the wind and sand blinded me."

Lin Jingmo raised his hand and patted his ears. After the auditory hallucination thunder disappeared, there was still tinnitus.He pressed his ears and looked around. The evil ghost was dead, and the barrier was gone. The inexplicable fire just now saved his life?

He couldn't help but praise Luo Chuan: "Master, you are really powerful. What was that trick called just now? Put it to death and then reborn? It's just a bit powerful, I was almost burnt by you."

Luo Chuan looked at him, convinced that the kid was fine, and the flustered emotions calmed down.This person didn't seem to know what happened just now, so he lied along the way: "Master, I will pull back next time."

Lin Jingmo's tinnitus subsided, and seeing Luo Chuan standing up, he hurriedly grabbed the man's arm and asked, "Master, did you call me just now?" Luo Chuan looked back at him without saying a word, and continued, "I seem to hear you calling I cross Xuan?"

Luo Chuan: "You heard wrong."

Lin Jingmo wanted to ask again, but a hysterical cry for help interrupted him.

"Is there anyone else here? Get me out!" The host who was trapped in the dry well yelled until his throat was almost hoarse, "I will never do supernatural live broadcasts again! I swear it's okay, don't leave me alone!"

Luo Chuan lifted the stone cover on the dry well with one hand, and the anchor was so excited that tears almost came down, "Luo Chuan! Get me out quickly, I promise you, I won't play with these from now on!"

Luo Chuan untied the rope on the manhole cover and lowered it down. Before dragging people up, he didn't forget to say nonsense: "A few wild wolves came here just now, we just went to drive them away."

Lin Jingmo was disgusted for a while, it's okay for this person to lie without writing a draft, and such a childish deception can be said without blushing and heartbeat.

Fortunately, the anchor didn't care. He now felt that someone could come to rescue him, and he was already burning incense. After struggling to climb out of the dry well, he hurriedly echoed: "Understood, I will not say a word about what happened today." Looking around All around, exclaimed: "Why is it a wasteland? When I came here, I clearly remembered that there was a house!"

Lin Jingmo coughed dryly, "I don't know, we just came here too, when we came here it was a wasteland, and we saw this dry well."

The anchor exclaimed, "I really encountered a ghost this time!"

The injured part was on his left foot. The blood stains stained most of the host's trouser leg. He held onto the edge of the well and said embarrassedly: "I seem to have broken a bone..."

His legs couldn't walk enough to find someone to carry them, but these two people came all the way to rescue him, so he was ashamed to let anyone carry them.

Lin Jingmo felt sorry for Luo Chuan, and condescendingly squatted down and pointed to his back, "It costs 300 yuan a time." He thought to himself that this is more or less physical labor, and it shouldn't be too much to charge a little labor fee.

The anchor just swallowed the thank you that came to his lips. He leaned on Lin Jingmo's back and said with a dry smile, "It should be, it should be..."

After all, he is a lifesaver, and giving money is a trivial matter, but being asked for it is a bit awkward.He did some psychological training for himself, and after calming down, he wanted to ask the two of you to have a good meal as a reward.

Who would have thought that before these words came out, Luo Chuan, who followed beside him, said, "It costs five hundred to drive back from a long distance."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jingmo hurriedly added: "The fare alone is not enough, and the round-trip gas and toll fees have to be added by another three hundred."

Host: "..."

Luo Chuan looked down at the stained white shirt, "How much does laundry cost?"

"What else do you need to wash? These clothes are all torn and need to be replaced with new ones." Lin Jingmo pinched his fingers and calculated, "This is a brand name, but I have worn it for a while, so it counts as one thousand and two."

"Ah, that's right." He tipped the anchor on his back, and reminded: "Just one shirt is not enough, and Luo Chuan's pants and my clothes, it counts as three thousand for you."

The anchor's hand holding Lin Jingmo's shoulder trembled, hesitatingly said: "How about... let me see if I can walk?"

The author says:

It's about to enter the ancient times, and this time is the last time.