When the powerful Ming Zhuo woke up, she found herself an abandoned orphan about to be publicly disowned by a wealthy family on a show. Someone told her that her biological mother was a delicate mo...
The manager also noticed the problem. He silently counted in his mind and realized there were at least 10 figures, even though there were only 7 people in total.
If it's not human, then could it be... a ghost?
He broke out in a cold sweat instantly.
The elevator suddenly dinged, and when the manager looked up, he almost cried.
The elevator stopped at the fourth basement level.
"Don't go out, my...our hotel doesn't have a basement level 4," the manager said in a trembling voice.
"Yes, I know." Ming Zhuo glanced at the open elevator doors and said calmly, "Is that all the tricks you have up your sleeve?"
The manager looked at her in horror. "What else do you want? It's already terrifying enough!"
"If you don't have it, then die!" Ming Zhuo chuckled, then suddenly reached out and plunged his hand into the elevator car wall!
It really did plunge its entire arm in, as if it were submerged in water, and pulled out a red demon, slamming it hard to the ground!
While chanting incantations and making hand gestures, he kicked out, and the ghost let out a shrill scream and disappeared.
Everyone: "..."
My god, that's brutal!
The other ghosts rushed over, intending to tear this person apart and devour him!
As Mingzhuo stepped out of the elevator, he drew his peach wood sword. The moment he grasped the hilt, the sword grew several feet longer, and the invisible sword energy instantly chopped the group of ghosts to pieces.
This was a one-sided massacre.
After killing her, he calmly walked back into the elevator. "There's nothing to see outside, it's just a little bigger than the elevator. If nobody wants to see it, shall we go back?"
Everyone: "..."
Seeing that no one responded, Mingzhuo pressed the close button. The elevator dinged and returned to the top floor.
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In the western suburbs, the old man spat out another mouthful of blood!
That mouthful of blood cost me at least twenty years of cultivation!
He hurriedly waved the soul-summoning banner several times, but he couldn't feel any connection with the evil spirit.
The old man's eyes widened in fury. Who on earth was this person who could wipe out more than ten of his red demons in one go?!