Fang Ruotang noticed that another wandering creature had arrived, so she immediately released Gu Nancheng and patted his back to comfort him.

Gu Nancheng, who is so tall, no longer has to bend his legs and hunch his shoulders. Instantly, his back and legs no longer ache or feel tired, and he stopped shaking.

He immediately summoned the fairy flute.

He and Cui Shixu both had their eyes on this weapon at the same time.

Nothing more than beautiful.

At least they both felt that holding the fairy flute was more attractive than holding a sword. Later, they played rock-paper-scissors, and he won. He got the fairy flute, and Cui Shixu chose a weapon shaped like a fan.

Regardless of their appearance, these magical artifacts are essentially swords used to kill.

Gu Nancheng went up and cleaved the bunch of mindless souls in front of him into ashes, while taking out a luminous bead at the same time.

The originally gloomy and dark environment was suddenly filled with light.

Before them was a square cage with its door open, and the mindless souls were drifting in from outside the open door.

"Let's go out and take a look. Stay close to me." Gu Nancheng said, transforming his fairy flute into a sword and leading the way.

He wasn't worried about Fang Ruotang behind him.

After all, even if he still wanted to protect Fang Ruotang, he understood the vast difference in their strength. If there was anything they couldn't resolve, it would be Fang Ruotang protecting him, not him protecting Fang Ruotang.

As soon as they stepped out of the prison gate, they were met with a ball of green will-o'-the-wisp slowly approaching them.

Fang Ruotang felt a sense of resistance as she looked at the will-o'-the-wisp. She was now quite familiar with this sixth sense and immediately spoke up to remind Gu Nancheng.

"Be careful, don't touch it, this fire is strange."