"Aunt Wen is me!" Qiao Mu's unique soft and glutinous voice sounded in her ears, which made Wen Ruwan's whole spirit suddenly cheer up.

"Qiao Qiao, Qiao Qiao save me, save me quickly!!" Wen Ruwan grabbed a driftwood like a driftwood, and grabbed Qiao Mu's wrist with her backhand tightly and said in tears, "You are the Xuan Master, you can definitely save my Qiao Qiao. Right?"

"Ho huh huh huh!" The roar of the corpse puppet came from the bottom of the building at the right time. The background sound was really good!

Qiao Mu twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, grabbed Wen Ruwan and said anxiously, "Aunt Wen, let's run away! I can't beat this monster. It's so strong!"

Wen Ruwan's heart immediately sank little by little.

She looked down on Qiaomu too much!

Just think about it, she is just a seven-year-old child. Even if she is a mysterious master, how high can her cultivation be?

Facing a strong corpse puppet, the child will definitely not be able to deal with it. If the corpse puppet catches up later, then she...

A fierce and vicious light flashed through Wen Ruwan's eyes.

No matter what, she can't die! For her own life, she can only push Qiaomu, the dead girl, to block it!

Who told her to come and seek death! It was all... she! She!

When his life was in danger, Wen Ruwan climbed to the top of the theater with a surviving instinct, as tired as a dead dog, lying on the railing and panting.

A high platform shelf is built on the top floor of the theater, and a carved fence is built around it.

Usually, people who watch operas sit in the opposite Yating, drinking tea and listening to music. Only when the sun is good will they sit in the open-air place.

Wen Ruwan took the railing and panting, looking down from the high altitude where she stood. She was dizzy and unsteady. She quickly turned her back and leaned on the railing, clamped the railing with both hands, and her fingers were slightly white.

"It, has it been chasing it? Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"It seems that there is no." The child looked at her leisurely, his voice very calm.

Not to mention gasping loudly, the child's face that had not changed for a hundred years had not even a trace of emotional change, as expressionless as ever.

Wen Ruwan seemed to realize something, her pupils suddenly shrank, and her hands grabbed the railing tightly, staring at the child with vigilant eyes, "You!"

Is the child's emotions a little calmer? Looking into the depths of those dry eyes, Wen Ruwan felt a slight tremor from her soul to her body, and a terrible emotion spread in her heart.

"Cough, cough cough." Wen Ruwan choked on the air and coughed loudly, "Joe, Qiao Qiao, you... Huhuhu, is there a way to deal with the corpse puppet below? Don't lie to Aunt Wen, Huhuhu."

"There's no way." The child walked slowly towards her, stepping on her, and every small step seemed to fall on Wen Ruwan's heart, making her heart pound and her eyelids twitch.

At this time, a roar came from the entrance of the top floor.

Wen Ruwan's whole nerves became tense and she shouted at Qiaomu, "Jiao Qiao, come to me quickly! It's coming, it's chasing!"

Damn, this kid seems to be too calm, she must hold her firmly in her hand.
Chapter completed!