When Liu Zhenshou's pupils suddenly shrank, he roared fiercely.
Suddenly.
The whole audience was tense.
Including Professor Chen, the staff and monks present were on high alert and all looked inside the ghost gate.
The road to the underworld stretches to the far end.
A lovely figure came over.
"Let's row our oars and push the boat away from the waves~~~"
No one has arrived yet.
The sound arrives first.
Professor Chen was able to identify the source of the voice just by hearing it.
"It's Lord Qin Guang! Quick, be on guard!"
Professor Chen recognized that this was the voice of little Qin Guang Wang, because this nursery rhyme was the one she and Ms. Miao Gu had taught to little Qin Guang Wang before.
As the sound came, it didn't take long for everyone to see the figure.
It was the young King Guang of Qin.
He is as cute as ever, with a rosy face and wearing overalls, looking lovely.
No one felt warm and lovely, some felt their scalps tingling.
at this time.
Little King Qin Guang skipped along the Yellow Springs Road, holding a spirit-infected head in each hand, grabbing the head's hair, swinging it like a paddle, and humming a song.
"Let's row our oars and push the waves away. The sea reflects the beautiful Pagoda, surrounded by green trees and red walls."
Jing is cute and scary.
"Aunt Chen!"
When the young King Qin Guang was about to reach the gates of hell, he saw Professor Chen in the crowd and immediately waved to her.
Waving hand...
The infected spirit's head in his hand swung, and thick black blood splattered everywhere, staining his body and splashing on his face, but he ignored it.
And under the watchful eyes of Professor Chen.
The thick black blood seeped into the skin and body of the young King Qin Guang like water dripping into the sea.
"Set up the formation!"
Liu Zhenshou shouted loudly, and together with the monks present, he manipulated the defensive formation.
Suddenly.
At the gate of hell, light bloomed, outlining and weaving a cinnabar-colored formation.
The young King Qin Guang stepped forward and touched the formation with his hand, but was bounced back, apparently preventing him from entering the world of the living.
"Lord Qin Guang, please stop. Due to special circumstances, no spirits can enter or leave."
Professor Chen spoke.
But the little King Qin Guang seemed not to hear it, and continued to slap and touch the formation, his little hands emitting a thick black light.
It was like a knock on the door.
Xiao Qin broadens the king's way.
"Why can't I come in, Auntie Chen? Can you please let me go back? It's boring here. There are no cartoons, no toys, everything is boring. I want to go back and play. Auntie Chen, can you please let me go back?"
He started crying as he spoke, looking so pitiful that some people even felt sorry for him.
Professor Chen said.
"Lord Qin Guangwang, please wait a little longer. You really can't enter now. This is a special period. Please wait for Senior Black Mist and Senior Ghost Queen Yanzhi to arrive. If they say..."
Before Professor Chen could finish his words, he was interrupted by the loud noise of a crying child.
The little Qin Guangwang looks like a sharp-tongued man with his mouth open.
"I want to go in, I want to go back, I don't care! I want to go back right now!!!"
"Let me go back! Let me go back!!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He slapped the defensive formation frantically. He looked harmless, just like a naughty kid, but with every slap of his little hands, the cinnabar patterns on the formation shattered like a mirror.
The defensive formation is visibly about to collapse.
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