The woman was still stretching her legs and feet on the ground. Wen Kexing was not careful at first, but almost stepped on it. She was swept by the flute that was pressed against the ground before jumping away. The man behind her had already pulled his arm out of the door hole and was turning to this side. Wen Kexing picked up Zhang Chengling, waved his hand and threw it into the hole in the wall, then leaned over and picked up Zhou Zishu, and jumped in immediately.

The man came after him immediately. Wen Kexing turned around and stared at the doll with caution. Unexpectedly, the doll seemed to be able to turn in two directions, moving forward or backward, without the function of left and right. It could not find the person, so it kept turning back and forth. The long flute on the woman's hand was swung on its legs. This was really a spear of the son to attack the shield of the son. With a loud bang, both dolls lay down. When the man was attacked, he swung the woman's head with his arms, and then they started fighting in internal conflicts.

Wen Kexing then breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Zhou Zishu: "Don't talk." Then he took action to seal several of his acupoints, put the person down, looked at the blood on his chest and frowned, and said to Zhang Chengling: "Little kid, go over there and see if there is a kind of..."

He paused, not knowing how to describe it, so he reached out and gestured, saying, "It's about one foot high, and the round thing is like you rolling over, just run away and come back and tell me."

Zhang Chengling said "Oh" and asked again: "Senior, my master..."

Wen Kexing seemed a little impatient, and interrupted him and said, "It's okay, I can't die."

Zhang Chengling asked again: "Senior, what are you talking about?"

"I don't know either," Wen Kexing sighed, pointed to the wall that had been blown apart and said, "It's the result of that thing exploded."

Zhang Chengling followed his fingers and felt relieved. He thought to himself that this powerful senior was also chased. He immediately ran to the other end without saying a word and guarded nervously.

Wen Kexing reached out to untie Zhou Zishu's clothes, but the latter pressed his wrist. Zhou Zishu laughed hoarsely and said, "What are you doing to take advantage of me?"

Wen Kexing opened his hand, poked his chest gently, and said in a light tone: "Say a few less words, you are almost blowing the light and pulling out the wax, and you are still talking nonsense."

Zhou Zishu felt that his life was perfect. He had just been scolded by an old foodie, but was called a poor man by a big talker.

Wen Kexing carefully untied his clothes. When his eyes touched several nails on Zhou Zishu's chest, they flashed unconsciously. Zhou Zishu was not caring. He felt that his chest and back were on fire. He knew that the injury was not light. He was probably a broken bone and injured his lungs. So he forced himself to not cough, and even his breath was pressed down to avoid aggravating the injury.

Wen Kexing turned him over, and saw the injuries on his back at first sight, couldn't help but breathe, and said coldly: "A little more inch, that thing can break your spine, do you believe it?"

Zhou Zishu whispered like a slutty spring, "Don't talk nonsense. If I could be broken by a dummy, I would have no face to live."

Wen Kexing snorted, reached out to cover his back, carefully checked his wounds, and after a while, he sighed and said, "Are you stupid? Don't you know it hurts?"

He didn't know where his finger was pressed, and Zhou Zishu immediately groaned, and the pain was so painful that he didn't say anything. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "You... might as well ask me to hit a stick and try it yourself..."

Wen Kexing was rarely silent, straightened Zhou Zishu, reached out to his back heart, and passed his true energy over. He did not dare to use too much force, for fear of touching the nails on his chest like Ye Baiyi did last time.

Wen Kexing has always practiced martial arts in his life to kill and hurt people. It was the first time he tried to save people so carefully. It was like a butcher picked up an embroidery needle, and he was trembling. Soon, sweat broke out on his forehead.

After half an hour, he took the power and let Zhou Zishu go and asked him to lean on the wall with his shoulder. Zhou Zishu knew that he was physically limited and he didn't waste much, but just closed his eyes to rest. A little blood was not wiped clean, making his gray face look even more shocking and pale.

Wen Kexing looked at him for a while, and suddenly couldn't help but lean over. He gently took the corner of his mouth and licked the little blood that was falling. He seemed to sigh and inserted his hand into Zhou Zishu's temples. The two of them were very close to each other. Zhou Zishu opened his eyes at some point, but did not waste his energy to avoid him. He just whispered: "What a villain who takes advantage of others' danger."

Wen Kexing didn't raise his eyelids and replied in a low voice: "It seems like you are a gentleman."

He chuckled and exhaled, as if he was whispering. Zhou Zishu's calmness finally couldn't stand it anymore. He opened his face in a bit uncomfortable, but Wen Kexing pinched his chin and asked, "Do you have a conscience? I'll heal you, don't even have this benefit?"

Zhou Zishu was silent for a while and finally said, "I have no plans to sell myself for the time being."

Wen Kexing smiled and said, "Do you know what happens when you are inferior to others?"

Zhou Zishu raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a look of "A person can be so shameless". He only heard Wen Kexing attach to his ear and whispered: "Strong, buy, strong, sell."

Zhou Zishu smiled bitterly: "You are in great interest."

Wen Kexing stared at him with unknown meaning for a while, then let him go, crossed his hands behind his head, stretched out his long legs and stepped on the other wall, lay down, and said proudly: "But you can owe it first."

Zhou Zishu was not energetic and stopped talking nonsense with him. He closed his eyes and was half unconscious and half asleep.

Wen Kexing knew his ability. No one of them, except Ye Baiyi, understood this mysterious Qimen Dunjia technique, and walked around like a headless fly. Maybe he would meet something. Zhang Chengling is a little devil with no hair at the moment. Zhou Zishu was seriously injured. It would be better to respond to changes in the same place, rest on the spot, and recover a little before thinking about a solution.

Zhou Zishu's breathing was pressed low, but it was very even, as if he was asleep. Wen Kexing turned his face to look at him, and suddenly remembered what the great witch in the southern border said - "If you lose all your skills, maybe I can be two-point sure to save your life." He couldn't help but sit up straight, exert his strength in his palm, and slowly lifted it up, maybe...

His palm hesitated and had not pressed it down yet, suddenly one hand stretched out of thin air, and his cold fingers put on his wrist. Zhou Zishu opened his eyes at some point, and the two of them met in this narrow space.

Zhou Zishu's eyes were very calm, and there was no turbulence in his tone. He asked, "What are you going to do?"

Wen Kexing didn't say anything.

Zhou Zishu suddenly sighed, looked away, and said without thinking: "Others don't understand, don't you understand?"

Wen Kexing slowly lowered his eyes, and for a while, gently landed his palm aside.

"Yes, I understand." He said, his arm suddenly pushed down, and the ground was pressed firmly by his palm. He repeated it as if trying to convince himself, "I understand..."

Zhang Chengling fell asleep at some point or how long he had slept, but suddenly he was awakened by a loud noise not far away. He jumped up, twisted his neck vigilantly and looked around, and then his shoulder was pressed by one hand. Zhang Chengling was shocked and turned around suddenly, but found that it was his master who could not even stand up the day before.

Zhou Zishu coughed softly twice, held Zhang Chengling and ordered: "Don't move around, follow."

Zhang Chengling turned his head, and Wen Kexing followed him out. The boy looked at this and that, and asked, "Master, has your injury healed?"

Zhou Zishu said without looking back: "I'm not a human?"

Zhang Chengling thought about it, too, so seriously injured - he ignored Zhou Zishu's bad tone, and went up to ask, "Master, can you... can you leave by yourself?"

Zhou Zishu took a deep breath. Not only did his body hurt, but his brain was sore. He asked, "Or what do you think I'm doing?"

Wen Kexing turned his head and smiled. Zhang Chengling scratched his head and said, "Master, I mean... you are so seriously injured..."

Zhou Zishu glanced at him expressionlessly: "Do you think I should be a little weak in this ghost place? Do you want to carry me on your back?"

Just when Zhang Chengling wanted to show his filial piety, Wen Kexing immediately spoke out: "I can carry you and I can hold you."

Zhou Zishu turned his head and coughed, arched his shoulder and pressed the wound on his chest, and said briefly: "Stop talking nonsense."

The three of them followed the tunnel and approached the place where the loud noise occurred. Zhou Zishu was cautious and put Ye Mingzhu into his palm and immediately went black. Wen Kexing stepped forward and pulled Zhou Zishu, pulled him to his side, reached out and took Zhou Zishu's white-clothed sword. His fingers passed by the sword blade, and a hint of admiration appeared on his face. Then his wrist trembled, and the sword tip trembled slightly, and the sword stabbed out.

The man at the corner was caught off guard and shouted lightly, and even stretched out his finger to bounce the tip of his sword. Wen Kexing then changed his move. The soft sword was extremely clear and upright in Zhou Zishu's hands. When it came to Wen Kexing's hands, it was like a maggot on his bones, which was extremely strange.

In the darkness, the two of them had passed about ten tricks in the flash of lightning, but Zhou Zishu frowned and listened for a moment, and suddenly said, "Senior Ye?"

The other party snorted lightly, and Zhou Zishu raised Ye Mingzhu again, and saw Ye Baiyi's extraordinary smelly face. Wen Kexing then withdrew his sword, hugged his fists with a smile and said, "Misunderstanding is purely a misunderstanding."

He was obviously talking nonsense - Zhou Zishu could guess where the other party came from after listening to his voice, let alone he fought in person. Wen Kexing clearly used the name of darkness to beat people, which shows that he still had some deep prejudice against this old senior who had become fascinated by his origin.

Ye Baiyi glanced at Zhou Zishu and frowned and said, "How come you make this look like you are not human or ghost..."

Zhou Zishu could save some effort and try to save some effort. He leaned against the stone wall. Before he could comment, he said kindly: "Young people are too useless, it's simply a bucket of money."

Ye Baiyi looked at him unexpectedly, nodded, and said, "You know yourself." He observed around and waved to the three people, "Come here."

Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing knew that this old guy was not a vegetarian, so they were so happy that they asked him to take the lead. They were at the bottom and sandwiched Zhang Chengling in the middle. As they walked, Wen Kexing suddenly put it on, reached out to wrap his hand around Zhou Zishu's waist, and silently pulled one of his arms over his shoulders.

Zhou Zishu glanced at him and frowned and said, "I'm lame?"

Wen Kexing sighed, "That old monster is here, why are you still trying to show off? Let's go."

It was strange that the two of them were in danger frequently. They felt that the place was connected like a ghost cave. Following Ye Baiyi, it was surprisingly smooth. The four of them walked safely to a place like a hall. When they entered, they were still calm. Unexpectedly, after a moment, countless round balls of about one foot high suddenly gushed out from all directions.

Wen Kexing subconsciously kicked Zhang Chengling behind him, then picked up Zhou Zishu and flew three or four feet away. This thing caused him to suffer a lot. I don’t know how it was made, but it exploded when it got stuck. Wen Kexing was chased by this thing and ran around in the tunnel for most of the day. He felt like a big mouse.

Ye Baiyi was calm and calm. Seeing the balls coming like a tide, he suddenly shouted loudly and pushed forward with a palm in the air. He didn't know what tricks he used. Zhang Chengling's eyes were sharp, and the stone slabs under his feet were broken in an instant. The first ball rolling over exploded first, and then there was a chain reaction behind him. A series of explosions. Ye Baiyi pressed her hands there, but it seemed like an invisible wall was erecting, blocking the mountains and thunders outside.

Wen Kexing also looked down seriously and looked at Ye Baiyi's back thoughtfully.

Then, Ye Baiyi shouted: "Don't get out yet!"

He reached out and grabbed it, and a large stone slab fell from the wall of the hall, and a figure flashed out from it.

Zhou Zishu and others looked at Ye Baiyi's gaze and were stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!