The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

Seeing this, everyone's heart skipped a beat and they all looked at Mo Dongyu.

Mo Dongyu was stunned, then goosebumps appeared on his body and he said horribly: "Why are you looking at me?"

As he spoke, a stream of human bridge realm spiritual power blasted back!

"Get lost!"

"Who dares to plot against me!"

"Die for me!"

Mo Dongyu roared and launched a crazy magic attack behind him, but his magic only bombed a lot of houses in the distance. Apart from that, he didn't hit anything.

At some point, Mo Dongyu's eyes had already been bloodshot. At this moment, he made seals with his hands and panted: "That who, that boy, is the ghost still there? Is it dead?"

Huang Xiaozhu nodded and said seriously: "It's dead, senior is really amazing."

Everyone was shocked when he heard this.

Is there really a ghost here that they can't see?

Wang Que held the Flowing Clouds and Mist Sword tightly and walked to Huang Xiaozhu's side. He put his arm around Huang Xiaozhu's neck and led him a few meters outside the crowd: "Zhuzi, is there really a ghost here?"

Wang Que is 1.9 meters tall, and Huang Xiaozhu is less than 1.7 meters tall. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a father taking care of a child.........

"Master, there are no ghosts here. I lied to that guy. He kept talking nonsense."

Wang Que raised his eyebrows and pressed his hand on Huang Xiaozhu's shoulder twice: "Good boy, you didn't learn kung fu well, but you learned to be treacherous. You have a future."

"But can you really see ghosts?"

Huang Xiaozhu nodded: "It shouldn't be a ghost. It should be a spirit, just like the Lord of Resentment." [The Lord of Resentment. 】

"So that's how it is. I thought there really was a ghost." Wang Que let go of Huang Xiaozhu and turned around seriously: "There is a ghost here, but the person here is obviously teasing us."

"Now there are two choices, one is to leave the village and go back to the flying boat to think of a solution, the other is to stay in this village and wait for dawn."

This time Mo Dongyu didn't whine. He looked behind him from time to time, and the magic weapon talisman in his hand kept flashing.

"Brother Wang." Mo Yanhua said in a deep voice: "There is no way to go back to the flying boat, why don't we stay here and wait for dawn."

Hearing this, Han Xianlan said: "I agree with Brother Yanhua. There were villagers at dawn before, but now there are no villagers at night. There must be something strange."

"If we go back to the flying boat now, then we have come here in vain tonight."

Mo Yanhua nodded: "Brother Xianlan said the same as I thought, what do you think, Brother Wang?"

Wang Que shrugged: "I naturally advocate staying. Since you have decided to stay, then stay."

Mo Yanhua hummed and looked at his family members: "Uncles, please arrange some defensive formations and isolation formations. Let's wait here for dawn."

The twelve people in the bridge realm of the Mo family were eager to set up formations. After all, it was too unsafe to stay outside the unknown.

Soon, a formation combining defense, attack, and isolation was set up.

In the formation, everyone sat cross-legged and began to adjust their breathing to recover.

Huang Xiaozhu, who did not need to recover, looked around, scratched his head and said to Goodbird: "Senior Bird God, do you think we are like the people in the formation on the opposite side?"

"Fuck, what time are you still talking about this? We might all die this time. Fuck, aren't you nervous?"

Huang Xiaozhu shook his head: "Not nervous, I'm not afraid of death."

Goodbird............

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

After Huang Xiaozhu finished speaking, many people looked at the Mo family's defensive formation on the opposite side.

The more they looked, the heavier their hearts became.

On this side, Wang Que and Mo Lingqing sat together and talked about something.

Suddenly Huang Xiaozhu came over and bowed: "Master, Madam, I can go out for a walk. I'm not afraid of death. Maybe I can find some clues."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the Mo family members were shocked.

They are all in the late stage of the Human Bridge Realm, and they are all uneasy now...

Han Xianlan glared at him: "Zhu Zi, are you crazy? This place is so dangerous that we are not sure. If you leave this formation now, you will die. The air may be poisonous!"

Wang Que also looked up and said: "Brother Xianlan is right, you should stay here honestly."

"Good, good, this bird god also thinks so, Zhu Zi, you can't be stupid."

But the more people said this, the more determined Huang Xiaozhu was to go out.

"Master, I was listening to your conversation before. You said that the content of the call for help was 'red, pulse, help'."

"At that time, everyone speculated that the red poisonous fog eroded the meridians. Now there is no red here.Poisonous fog, there must be something else here. "

"And you said that the senior was teasing us, and he would kill us after teasing us enough."

"If that's the case, then I will definitely not be in danger if I go out now, because the senior has just started to tease us."

"In addition, I am the only one with the lowest cultivation here, and the threat I can pose is the lowest. If the senior wants to kill someone, then the first person he kills will definitely not be me."

Wang Que's eyes moved slightly: "What you said makes sense, but are you really not afraid of death?"

Huang Xiaozhu nodded and clasped his fists: "My lifelong wish is to step into the path of cultivation. It was the young master who led me to practice, and I want to repay the young master!"

Wang Que smiled and diluted the tense atmosphere here: "There are many ways to repay, and secondly, I didn't ask you to repay me."

Huang Xiaozhu still lowered his head: "Young master, I want to go out and check the situation for you. If it is true as the young master said, then I will definitely not die. "

Wang Que looked at Huang Xiaozhu, and after a moment, he handed over the Flowing Clouds and Mist Sword in his hand: "Go ahead, hold the sword close to you. If you notice something wrong, shout for help immediately, and don't go too far."

"Yes, Master! "Huang Xiaozhu smiled, but Goodbird was not happy.

With a series of Fuck sounds, Goodbird flew away directly from Huang Xiaozhu's head.

Huang Xiaozhu was not afraid of death, but Goodbird was afraid of death. He was not afraid of death in general.

Holding the sword, Huang Xiaozhu walked out of the defensive formation.

Everyone stared at Huang Xiaozhu.

Outside the formation, Huang Xiaozhu opened his arms and took a deep breath.

He had no spiritual light shield to protect his body, nor did he have a blood light shield to protect his body. He had nothing but a sword in his hand and a weak cultivation of perfect bone forging realm.

Even so, he turned around outside the formation and still nothing happened...

Soon, Huang Xiaozhu could no longer be satisfied with just wandering outside the formation.

He was seen holding a spiritual sword and knocking on a dark house: "Is anyone there?"

"Is anyone there?"

"Sorry, I came in. "Huang Xiaozhu said, and kicked the gate open.

Looking at the dark gate, he walked in without hesitation.

He, Huang Xiaozhu, was an orphan, a man who could see ghosts, and a suona player who worked with his grandfather to perform funerals.

No matter what his identity was, he was most exposed to graves, funerals, and dead people. In short, he rarely dealt with things in the world of the living.

Besides, when he was still in Xiaohe Village... he would go to the grave to sleep when he had nothing to do, and the old man at the grave would often tell him stories to help him sleep...