Lu Fan nodded: "In order to lure Zishang away from Qingfu Wonderland, I asked her to go to the back mountain. Is there any problem?"
Zhao Lian'er took a breath and said, "Although there is nothing in this back mountain on weekdays, on tidal nights, many strange things will happen in the back mountain cemetery."
"Ghosts will appear in many graves. They were the real aborigines here during their lifetime. Although they cannot retain their consciousness and memories, they are extremely unfriendly to outsiders."
"More importantly, their strength is extremely terrifying. Each of them is in the late stage of the divine realm, and there are even some innate experts."
"So usually on tidal nights, no one dares to approach the back mountain, but if Wenren Muxue is in the back mountain right now..."
Her expression changed: "I'm worried that she will be in danger."
"I'm not in danger."
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded at the door of the auction hall.
Lu Fan and others looked over and saw the scholar Muxue slowly walking in.
"You're okay."
Lu Fan stood up and felt relieved.
We are about to leave the wonderland of the South China Sea. If something goes wrong with Wenren Muxue at this time, it will be a big trouble.
"Let's go. I see everything is in chaos outside. If you don't go, I'm afraid it won't be possible to get out." Wenren Muxue said after entering the house.
"Well, let's go then."
When Lu Fan saw that everyone was almost there, he stood up and was about to leave.
Suddenly, I heard a loud shouting coming from outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, figures one after another quickly rushed into the hall.
"What?"
Song Jianqiu frowned, stood up, drew out his long sword, and slashed at the black shadow!
"slow!"
Lu Fan hurriedly shouted to stop, and his figure had disappeared from the spot.
"What the hell, why are you here?"
At this time, a group of strong men also rushed in.
He cursed and cursed, and his eyes flashed fiercely.
