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Chapter 47 Fleeting

 The visibility here is so low that Wu Xiaoxie looked like a blind man even with a flashlight, his eyes were blurred by the fog.

He tentatively called out twice, "Lao Itch? Where are you, Lao Itch?"

The sound wave vibration makes the mist in front of you float leisurely, forming a wave-like trajectory.

Wu Xiaoxie waited for a while and called twice more, but no one answered.

It's strange, it's such a big place, Lao Itch and him just walked down the front and back, where can they go?

Could it be that I fell down and fainted and didn’t hear his voice?

Because he couldn't see anything basically, Wu Xiaoxie had no choice but to fumble along the cave wall to find someone. After taking only two steps, the weird "thump" sound that attracted them down suddenly sounded behind his ears.

It was so close that it sounded like thunder in this silent space. The explosion made Wu Xiaoxie tremble all over and his muscles tensed up. He turned around and used the flashlight as a weapon to hit the back.

As expected, nothing hit, and the sound suddenly stopped.

Wu Xiaoxie gritted his teeth and told himself to calm down. The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. This cannot go on. It is too passive. Once he is attacked by a sneak attack, he will not even have time to react.

At this time, it is too late to say that you are afraid. You can only bite the bullet and face the unknown danger head-on. Sitting and waiting for death is equivalent to waiting for death.

Wu Xiaoxie stepped forward, with great vigilance, and walked slowly to the cave wall, one step at a time, leaning against it, his eyes fixed on the movement in the white mist.

The ghostly voice did not sound again, but Wu Xiaoxie still did not dare to let down his guard. The moment he turned his head and looked to the left, the mist on his right suddenly shook violently, and it disappeared in an instant. Wu Xiaoxie was approaching

Xie didn't have time to see clearly what it was, and the movement disappeared.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Wu Xiaoxie just wants to scold her, what kind of ghost is she, so mysterious, you have the ability to stand up and challenge me!

He had some doubts in his heart whether Lao Itch was deliberately trying to scare people. He estimated the height of the area where the mist had fluctuated just now, and found that it was much shorter than Lao Itch. Unless Lao Itch half-curled his knees and bent his waist to more than four feet.

Fifteen degrees will do.

If you want to achieve that kind of high-speed movement in such an awkward posture, unless you are not a human, you have to squat down and step on Nezha's Hot Wheels to fly over.

I don’t know if it was due to Fatty’s influence. The more nervous Wu Xiaoxie was, the more absurd and ridiculous thoughts would pop up in Wu Xiaoxie’s mind.

However, after some miscellaneous brainstorming, the tension was reduced a bit.

No matter if it is a ghost or not, let it show its true form first before you find it.

After calming down and swallowing, Wu Xiaoxie held the lamp in one hand and a knife in the other, and walked in the direction where there was movement just now.

However, when he passed by, he still didn't find anything. He couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. He turned his head and looked left and right. Suddenly he felt that something seemed to be hanging next to his head. He was not sure, so he tilted his head that way again.<

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Oh my god, there is something!

Wu Xiaoxie held the knife and stabbed and slashed wildly, without even hitting it. The blowing wind dispersed the fog in that direction, revealing the true face of the thing.

It turned out to be a bronze chain hanging from above, as thick as a wrist, covered with rusty mycelium and tiny roots. It was just hanging in the air, with nothing tied underneath.


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