Chapter 389 I'm here to bring you a lunch box

There were still flames and lightning flashing in the distance, illuminating the endless darkness.

Ming Zhuo walked back when the flames went out, with a ghost floating beside him.

"Xia Xia!" Zhao Zitao and the other two were immediately excited.

Xia Wei had obviously returned to normal, but her soul power was very weak.

She stopped and said, "I can't go any further."

Then she cast her eyes on Zhao Zitao, the girl with straight hair and the shark clip, and bowed to them.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. The Lord of Ghosts has controlled me... The souls of those who died in this building will be controlled by it to harm others after death."

Zhao Zitao asked hurriedly: "Xia Xia, are you okay now?"

In the darkness, the female ghost seemed to smile, with endless melancholy in her eyes.

That person is very good, but it's a pity that she has too many things to bear.

Even if there is no Yin and Yang separation, it is difficult for them to get together.

Her life is already a mess, and no matter how hard she struggles, it is in vain and there is no hope.

If you grab someone, you will only drag the other person into the abyss. It is better to let go and part ways happily.

Xia Wei: "I'm fine. This place is completely out of the control of the ghosts. I'm going to report to the underworld."

She paused, as if she was listening to something, and her face suddenly changed.

"You must be careful. I feel it is coming down soon."

The female ghost took a last look at the human world from afar, retreated into the darkness, and disappeared.

"Xia Xia!" Zhao Zitao was grief-stricken and almost rushed out of the elevator, but was stopped by Tang Zhen.

"Are you going to die?" Liao Hongxia also scolded.

Zhao Zitao said, "I'm sorry." The tears in his eyes rolled down, and he had to turn his head away to wipe them.

Straight Hair and Shark Fist also felt uncomfortable, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing for a while.

Cai Wenhua frowned: "Can you control your emotions of life and death? Didn't you hear her say that the Lord of Ghosts is coming down!"

At the same time, the elevator shook again.

Ming Zhuo had previously cut off the control of the Lord of Ghosts over the elevator, and now it was obvious that the other party wanted to regain control.

The cold breath that could almost exhale white mist spread inch by inch in the narrow elevator space. In the reflection of the elevator compartment, those evil spirits that were burned to charcoal were approaching the outside step by step. One

could even smell the stench of a burnt corpse.

Ming Zhuo covered her nose with her hand. After finding that this method didn't work, she was almost furious.

I'm really impressed. Can you clean up these things and show them to others? They are so ugly and smelly, it's really disgusting.

Suddenly, several hands attacked from the top. Those hands almost turned into substance. Tang Zhen raised his sword and chopped them up, but his arms were numb from the shock. He couldn't hurt those hands at all!

Ming Zhuo swung out the peach wood sword and chopped off all those hands.

The host quickly flattered him: "You can tell whether a master has any power or not as soon as he makes a move. It's amazing!"

Ming Zhuo: "No, it can't be chopped off. This thing is just trying to start a wheel battle and wear me out."

Sure enough, more hands soon stretched out from the top of the elevator.

After a few waves of slashing, more and more hands appeared. And no one knew what was going on. Those hands only appeared at the top of the elevator at first, and then gradually moved to the surroundings of the car. There was a tendency to extend downwards, as if breaking Mingzhuo's seal inch by inch!

No one could laugh anymore. In such a small space, no matter how powerful Mingzhuo was, could he protect everyone?

Mingzhuo chopped for a while, and suddenly said, "Qiao Song, Tang Zhen, lend me some strength."

Before Tang Zhen understood what was going on, Mingzhuo had already stepped on Qiao Song who was squatting on the ground, and took advantage of the force to jump and stepped on Tang Zhen's shoulder. He raised his sword and directly chopped off the ventilation fan on the top, then drilled into the hole and climbed to the top of the car.

Everyone: "!!!"

The boss is so fierce!

Those ghost hands seemed to know what she wanted to do, and attacked more frantically.

Ming Zhuo smiled, I found your lair.

She didn't even look at the ghost hands attacking her frantically, she raised her hands and pointed, cutting off the fastest hands.

At the same time, she threw out the peach wood sword, which flashed with a cold light, and flew to the bottom of the elevator car, smashing a human-shaped stone sculpture underneath with one sword. A

strange fishy smell immediately spread.

The attack of those hands suddenly slowed down, and they struggled and howled as if in extreme pain.

"Asshole, how dare you!" A man appeared at the elevator entrance above. Although he was wearing modern clothes, he looked feminine and particularly sinister.

He was shocked and angry, "How dare you! Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know, I'm not interested, I'm not here to make friends with you." Ming Zhuo caught the peach wood sword, "I'm here to bring you a box lunch."

So you ugly thing, get your box lunch and get off the line!

The Lord of the Ghost Cave: "Delivering food? Those people? I think you look good. If you are obedient, I can marry you as my wife, and the one inside as a concubine, and I guarantee that you will enjoy endless glory and wealth."

Ming Zhuo never thought that this ugly thing was actually uneducated and didn't even know what a box lunch meant!

"You big devil, how dare you covet a young girl?" Ming Zhuo was very angry. This ugly thing actually had such an idea long ago.

The Lord of the Ghost Cave laughed immediately: "You don't allow me to take a concubine? You are a bit fierce, but jealousy is a serious crime. You two will enter the house at the same time, and you should treat each other like sisters."

Ming Zhuo's eyes twitched. Where did this thousand-year-old zombie come from? He has a very good self-esteem.

"Ugly freak, I'm here to kill you!" She tiptoed and stabbed with the sword.

The ghost master hastily retreated, his face twisted, "Since you don't listen, I will kill you and refine your soul. Then you will only be fit to be a concubine."

He really coveted Mingzhuo's face. He had never tasted such a beauty before, how could she match his current status.

As for the one inside... Of course he couldn't let her go.

Ming Zhuo: "Stop making so much noise, shut up, you're irritating my eyes!"

The blade of the peach wood sword grew silently, and even though the Lord of the Ghost Den dodged quickly, his skin was cut.

He looked at the wound in horror, and countless black air surged, but it couldn't heal.

He ran to the upper passage without hesitation, his figure changing unpredictably until he reached a certain floor, opened the elevator door and disappeared.

Ming Zhuo climbed the elevator rope and chased after him.

It was pitch black all around, and Ming Zhuo took a few steps, and suddenly found that there was something wrong with the ground, as if it had turned into a swamp, and gradually sank into it.

The space here is not right, as if it has left the building and entered the wilderness. The air is filled with a stench of dirt mixed with decay.

Mingzhuo grabbed something with his hands and took a look. It turned out to be a skull. There

were many white things scattered in the darkness. It turned out that they were all human skeletons.

I don't know how many people this swamp has swallowed up. No wonder it stinks.

Countless ghosts gathered on the shore nearby. They smiled strangely, as if they were welcoming new friends.