An indescribable fear exploded in my heart.

Terrible vengeful spirits, powerful vengeful spirits, irresistible vengeful spirits... He sensed the oppressive force of a high-level femininity, followed his instinct, turned around and ran without any hesitation.

He is a witch and Gu master, not an illusionist, and lacks the means to deal with spirit bodies.

Let alone such a high-level existence.

Rampant Wuji rushed towards the gate, just as he took a step, he suddenly stopped, the gate disappeared, replaced by a dark mist.

In the mist, a strange figure in a red wedding dress looms.

This... rampage Wuji's scalp numb, he turned around and rushed towards the stairs.

However, a thick mist surged up the stairs, and amidst the surging mist, a pair of exquisite little feet in red embroidered shoes were walking down the stairs step by step.

Despair appeared in Rampant Wuji's eyes.

Him, what is he doing? In the eyes of all the official practitioners, the rampage seems to be possessed by an evil spirit, sometimes rushing to the door, sometimes to the window, and sometimes to the stairs.

But every time he would back away in horror, his ugly worm face was distorted by fear, and the amber vertical pupils were filled with panic.

Tang Guoqiang shuddered violently. His hands and feet were weak, and he desperately moved his body to crawl away from Zhang Yuanqing, as if he was running for his life in a hurry.

Ghost hitting the wall? Zhang Yuanqing raised his head slightly, observed the crazy rampage with extremely limited vision, and immediately judged that the ghost bride used illusion.

He was thinking of taking the opportunity to make up the knife and bleed Rampage Wuji, when he suddenly found that he couldn't move.

"What's going on? The notes didn't say that the red hijab would restrict movement..." Zhang Yuanqing was surprised and suspicious, and then he felt something sticking to his back.

Like a piece of ice, but with an unusual softness.

The majestic yin qi rushed in, invaded his body, and merged with the power of yin in his body.

Xiao Doubi, who was in a deep sleep, woke up with a start, curled up and trembling, and the baby spirit didn't know what happened. When he woke up, he felt that he was in great danger.

Finally, Zhang Yuanqing found that he could move, he took a step, and walked slowly step by step towards the rampage.

But all this is out of his control.

It was the ghost bride who manipulated his body.

Guan Ya, Qing Teng, Bai Long, Li Dongze... Everyone looked away from Heng Xing Wuji and looked at Zhang Yuanqing who was walking slowly.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but for a moment, they saw a ghostly figure in a red wedding dress sticking closely behind Yuan Shi.

Looking at the ghost, everyone felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhang Yuanqing walked up to Hengxing Wuji, looked through the lower edge of the red hijab, and caught a glimpse of a pair of pale and delicate hands protruding from his body, grabbing his hand.

Biting yin energy gathered in the palm of his hand, Zhang Yuanqing watched his hand helplessly, his skin turned black and his arm muscles swelled, entangled with pitch-black blood vessels.

Sharp black nails protrude from the five fingers.

That pair of pale and delicate hands guided this ghostly hand and pinched Rampant Wuji's neck.

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Surrounded by gloomy mist, there are ghosts in red wedding dresses in all directions, looking left and right in panic. He wants to escape, but there is no way out. There is a ghost in every direction. JrNovels.com