After touching her twice, Fang Zong felt that the female ghost was using a strange power, as if she could escape.
He acted decisively, gathering his male energy in his hand and crushing the female ghost's head.
"Snap!" A burst of black smoke erupted from the palm, and the female ghost vanished into nothingness.
Fang Zong didn't feel it was a pity.
In fact, after being touched twice, the female ghost didn't have much strength left; she could only grasp a trace of ghostly energy ninety-nine percent of the time. Fang Zong looked around and, finding the surrounding scenery unchanged, frowned.
"The female ghost isn't dead?" Fang Zong asked.
Ninth Sister smiled and blinked, replying, "Reporting to the Summoner, the female ghost is beyond dead. It's the broken magic artifact that's activating on its own. You can get out by breaking the energy transmission point set up by the female ghost and then breaking the broken magic artifact."
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong searched around and crushed a wooden comb hidden beside the ancient well.
The scenery before my eyes changed instantly, like wisps of smoke. When the smoke cleared, the most realistic scene was revealed.
As soon as the smoke cleared, Fang Zong couldn't wait to find his teammates, but suddenly, his whole body stiffened.
Li Xiaoran was standing where the ancient well had been, right in front of him. Her graceful figure was alluring, carrying a faint scent of jasmine, and she stood on tiptoe, stretching out eight arms towards the sky.
Her fair, rounded forehead rested precisely on his lips.
Then Li Xiaoran looked up...
...
"Let it sink."
"Let it sink like this."
"Sinking into the icy well water, yet not feeling the cold of my own body, much less the cold of my own heart."
In his mind, Li Xiaoran spoke softly to himself.
She felt as if she were being submerged in well water, yet she did not struggle, willingly sinking into an eternal, suffocating hell.
Because in the layered space, she once again experienced an unbearable emptiness, loneliness, and cold!
Before she was twelve, Li Xiaoran had no father. Her mother did some kind of work, leaving late and returning early. Every night, she would wake up from nightmares and look at the narrow window of her low-rent apartment, hoping to see a sliver of quiet moonlight.
Then her father came to pick her up. She thought she would receive fatherly love, but all she received were hopeful eyes.
"She has energy nodes like the ancient ancestor of the Eight-Armed Arhat."
"She must master the Eight-Armed Frost-Sealing Blade; otherwise..."
What would happen if she failed to master it? Li Xiaoran didn't know, because she succeeded.
Then she became the darling of the Li family, with a mansion, luxury cars, a personal driver, and a platoon of bodyguards. She had everything because she was the guardian deity of the Eight-Armed Arhat Li family and one of the most promising military generals in the Eastern Kingdom.
But she had neither a father's embrace nor a mother's warmth until she met Xue Nuo.
"No! There's also Fang Zong! Xue Nuo and Fang Zong, my teammates who are back to back. They are my closest family!"
Suddenly, the events in the old tomb flashed through her mind. Fang Zong, 'seriously injured,' protected her and Xue Nuo; and the old tomb collapsed, and Fang Zong, carrying her and Xue Nuo, bravely carved out a path.
I remember that the clothes around her and Xue Nuo's waists were torn, leaving five fingerprints of Fang Zong.
Xue Nuo was too lazy to talk about it; she had kept it a secret all along, but...
"wake up!"
Li Xiaoran suddenly looked up, his clear, cold eyes shooting out a three-foot-long, chilling blue light. The Eight-Armed Technique had broken through once again, advancing to the eighth level!
In the instant she regained consciousness, she wanted to engage the female ghost in hand-to-hand combat. She wanted to protect her teammates, and roared, "Fang Zong and Xue Nuo, if either of you gets injured, I'll chop you into sashimi... um..." Suddenly, her mouth was covered.
As she looked up, she pressed her lips against Fang Zong's.
"..." Fang Zong.
"I'm doomed! This is too dangerous! I have to run!" Fang Zong suddenly shuddered.
Although the touch is nice, my life is more important.
Fang Zong felt that Li Xiaoran definitely couldn't cut the female ghost into sashimi, but he might not be able to. He decided to run first!
"Fang Zong, are you alright?" Li Xiaoran asked indifferently, moving her lips away.
She stared at Fang Zong, quieted down, then suddenly took a step forward, wrapped her eight arms tightly around him, and left with four words: "It's good that you're alright."
He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then added, "It was an accident just now."
Fang Zong was completely dumbfounded.
"Ahem, aren't you going to include me in your victory hug?"
Xue Nuo hopped out, still munching on an ice cream cone, and exclaimed, "That damned female ghost actually trapped me in a castle full of ice cream cones! Doesn't she know that good children don't eat things given by strangers? I blew up the entire illusion and accidentally broke through to the seventh level."
Li Xiaoran didn't like to talk much, so he nodded to indicate that it was normal.
Back in the old tomb, Xue Nuo was on the verge of a breakthrough. The fact that she was able to break through at the last minute clearly showed that Xue Nuo wasn't as relaxed as she claimed, and she was very worried about them.
Fang Zong understood and laughed, "I'll treat you to a hundred kinds of trendy ice cream when we go out."
"Great!" Xue Nuo's eyes lit up, and she jumped up and down, hugging Fang Zong's neck.
Fang Zong was speechless; this guy was just a foodie.
The night breeze carried the scent of ancient rust.
Li Xiaoran disliked the smell, touched the tip of her pert nose, and asked, "How do we get out?"
Fang Zong said, "I have already killed the female ghost, but she was relying on a broken magic artifact. I just checked, and there are no magic artifacts here. If they are buried underground, we will have a lot to look for."
"Leave it to us," Li Xiaoran said succinctly.
Then, Fang Zong saw Li Xiaoran walk towards the center of Kaiming Middle School, with Xue Nuo following behind her, lively and cute.
Then Xue Nuo lifted her bright yellow kawaii trench coat, and Fang Zong gasped.
Lifting her trench coat, Xue Nuo pulled out a whole row of kitchen knives, like machine gun bullet belts, and wrapped them around her body from all sides. It's amazing that she could still keep her figure slender and slim under the trench coat.
Dozens of kitchen knives, flashing with purple lightning, whizzed across every corner of Kaiming Middle School.
Then... "Boom!"
Lightning flashed everywhere, like rumbling thunder.
As an old school built before liberation, Kaiming Middle School is not large in area, but it is not a small place like a house or a building.
The vast space was blasted into a cloud of smoke and dust, sparking like lightning, just like dark clouds on the horizon, by Xue Nuo.
Immediately afterwards, Li Xiaoran went inside.
Ten minutes later, the dust settled, and Li Xiaoran came out again.
Fang Zong discovered that Kaiming Middle School had disappeared, and the site was now a demolished ruin. Exposed to the wind and sun, rusty steel bars protruded from the concrete blocks, like a small hill of gravel overgrown with thorns.
You can also see the road leading out; it's no longer muddy, and it's a street that connects to the supermarket street.
"Do you want this thing?" Li Xiaoran asked, dragging the hilt of the knife backwards and pulling on something.
Fang Zong discovered that it was a bronze seal, not large, only about the size of two adult men's fists, but with eight long knives stuck in it.
It's so heavy!
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