After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

"go?"

In his busy schedule, Yu Xing quickly gritted his teeth and asked, "Where are you going?!"

After asking, Yu Xingzhi was stunned for half a second. When did he actually listen to Lu Cixian's order?

Although the colorful porcelain woman has just been solved here, but there are so many ghosts below, where can they hide?

Qiao Wan took a stride and rushed downstairs non-stop: "Go downstairs!"

"Lu Cixian, are you crazy?!" Yu Xingzhi shouted angrily: "There are so many below..."

Before he could say these words, Yu Xingzhi suddenly felt blessed, and his heart thumped!

wrong! He is the ghost market that Ugly entered at 2 o'clock, Ugly 3 o'clock and extinguished the soul incense, and Lu Cixian met in 4 o'clock. Now, after a gambling game, it is already Yin Shi when you see the sky outside.

Ugly time is over.

Without waiting for Qiao Wan to speak, Meng Canglang said solemnly, "There is this gambling game that drags time. If it's not wrong, the things downstairs should be scattered at this hour."

It was so...

Wang Ruyi was stunned, and immediately grabbed Yu Xingzhi and turned around to follow Qiao Wan's footsteps!

Yu Xingzhi's brows twitched and he said angrily, "Put me down! Little mummy! Do you hear me! Let me down!"

After listening to this, everyone no longer delays. If you lack an arm or a leg, you can help me, and I will carry you and run down the stairs against your face.

Back to the Great Hall of Light! Go back to the Great Hall of Light for help!

The time of ugliness has passed, and all the gods and Buddhas in the sky have returned to their places.

There was silence in the tower, only a pile of scattered stones and peeling paint remained.

Sixth, five, four...

3rd floor, 2nd floor...

The stairs passed from the corner of his eyes and was thrown behind his head. He ran all the way with a dry mouth. Qiao Wan and everyone finally rushed down to the bottom of the tower.

The Four Heavenly Kings, with their robes raised high, with law enforcement implements in their hands, and wide-eyed anger, looked down at the sentient beings in the tower condescendingly.

A certain teenager clutched his **** severed finger and widened his eyes in disbelief: "We... ran out?"

They are out! Come out on your own!

The joy of the rest of his life after the disaster filled his heart instantly, Fang Lingqing slumped to the ground, stretched out his arm tremblingly into his arms, and raised the half arm in front of Meng Canglang.

"Senior brother, I brought your arm back."

Meng Canglang was suddenly startled, his eyes were shocked and confused: "Xiaofang, you..." It seemed that Fang Lingqing was still thinking about his arm.

After a while, he solemnly took Fang Lingqing's arm: "Xiaofang, thank you."

Fang Lingqing waved his hand.

The task was completed, and I was too tired to say a word.

Fang Lingqing raised his arm tremblingly, and the others suddenly remembered that something seemed to be missing from him.

They came out. Although they were missing arms and legs, they came out anyway.

I don't know who laughed first, followed by Qiao Wan, Wang Ruyi and Fang Lingqing scratched their heads while grinning, Meng Canglang smiled, Bai Shanhu and Xie Xingzhi pursed their lips slightly, and their eyes showed A little smile.

Yu Xingzhi touched his left leg, the space below his ankle was empty, he touched, and pulled the corners of his lips, and smiled lowly.

A group of battle-damaged and disabled people stood under the statues of the Four Heavenly Kings.

With laughter, Meng Canglang stepped forward: "Friend Lu Daoist."

Qiao Wan politely saluted: "Meng Daoyou?"

"This is for you." Meng Canglang cautiously took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve.

"This handkerchief has been hidden in my sleeve, and it is not stained with blood." Meng Canglang whispered, "Fellow Daoist, take it and wrap it up."

Noticing Meng Canglang's gaze on his little finger, Qiao Wan did not refuse, took the handkerchief, and politely thanked him.

Meng Canglang: "You don't need to thank Daoist friend for raising your hand. You can escape today, and I would like to thank Daoist friend Lu for being quick and intelligent."

After the jaw head gestured, he sat back next to Fang Lingqing.

"Let's go." Wrap the handkerchief around her little finger, Qiao Wan said softly, "Go to the Great Hall of Light for help."

This way, everyone walked very fast.

After the ugly ghost market, it is a lot more deserted than before.

Qiao Wan walked beside Wang Ruyi: "Ruyi, what happened to the dead people in Boss Yan's shop you said earlier?"

"You said this, there are a lot of dead people hiding in Boss Yan's shop, but they don't like to come out, and I haven't seen them much, but only once a few years ago."

"Wearing armor, he looked like a monk during his lifetime." Wang Ruyi scratched his head and thought, "Boss Yan attaches great importance to them, saying that they are his comrades in arms, and he saves so much money just to renovate the inn well and make them more comfortable. Son."

Listening to Wang Ruyi's words, Yan Shiyuan doesn't look like a villain? Qiao Wan was puzzled.

But if you ask again, Wang Ruyi doesn't know.

The most important thing now is to rush back to the Great Bright Hall first. Everyone is very tired. The weirdness of Yan Shiyuan and his inn is best left to professionals.

Wang Ruyi suddenly pulled out Qiao Wan's sleeves, looking cramped: "You...are you leaving?"

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment at Wang Ruyi's dry eyeballs, and immediately reacted.

As soon as they left, Wang Ruyi would definitely not be able to go with them, let alone return to the Great Hall of Light.

She is a ghost, and she can only stay in the ghost city for a long time.

The "girl" pursed her lips and wanted to cry, but there was not a single tear in her eyes, so she could only stare blankly.

"I... I can't bear you." Wang Ruyi stammered.

"I..." Qiao Wan was silent for a moment. After a while, she took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I will come to see you."

She knows, she can't stop it, Wang Ruyi's mouth is flat, in fact, she has long been used to it, in the past few hundred years, watching people come and go in the ghost market.

This is the dividing line between yin and yang, life and death, man and ghost.

"Girl" drooped her head, lowered her eyes obediently, rubbed her sleeves, and the large wedding dress was placed on the small body, empty.

Before Qiao Wan could speak, suddenly, there was a faint sound of horses' hooves at the street not far away, accompanied by the rhythm of the horse, the horns, the sound of killing and shouting.

In a hurry, Qiao Wan and Wang Ruyi both saw shock on each other's faces.

"What's up?!"

Yu Xingzhi almost didn't catch his breath: "What's going on?!"

What's wrong again? !

The sound of hooves getting closer and closer, gradually merged into a thunderous boom. The dust was flying, and only one side of the damaged battle flags could be seen in the distance, hunting in the night wind, the torches illuminated the dim night market, countless heads floated, and the mighty army slowly came from the street.

"This is……"

Qiao Wan opened her eyes wide, and a term popped up subconsciously in her mind.

Yin soldier borrows the way? ! !

When she was still in Daning Village, Qiao Wan had heard that when encountering a ghost soldier, she had to get out of the way and not look at it with her eyes.

But in a blink of an eye, the mighty ghost soldiers are already approaching. Although I don't know if the "ghost soldiers" in this ghost city are the same as the rumors in the countryside, these ghost soldiers are extremely fast and can run away. Without taking it off, Qiao Wan still gave a low drink: "Close your eyes first!"

As soon as you close your eyes, your other senses become more acute.

The sound of the hooves was getting closer and closer, and the mighty Yin Soldiers, wrapped in grievances, crossed the long street in an orderly manner.

Qiao Wan stood stiffly in the middle of the street, and could feel something rubbing her shoulders and walking past.

Resentment, cold air, blowing in the face.

The horse's neigh and the terrified scream before death echoed in his ears.

Qiao Wan's hands and feet were cold, and it seemed that she also fell into a **** ancient wasteland battlefield. The sun was setting, and the wasteland was littered with corpses. The smoke on the battlefield was blown by the strong wind and whistled past.

There was a tall figure standing under the setting sun, with green robes and white shoes, covered in blood.

This back image was very similar to the former mountain chief she had seen in the history of the Injustice Academy.

I don't know why, but at this moment, a strong thought suddenly flooded into Qiao Wan's mind.

That thought kept saying: open your eyes, take a look, just take a look, just take a look.

Under the pressure of this thought, Qiao Wan had a splitting headache and opened her eyes in a trance.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he happened to bump into a truck passing by, with boxes and boxes of people's heads with their eyes closed.

This is the three sect disciples who entered the ghost market together before!

One after another, the pale heads were neatly stacked on the car.

Qiao Wan's throat rolled for a while, just passing by a ghost soldier.

Dang-

The moment they passed by, something hung on the other's waist and shook gently in the night wind.

This is a splattered and broken jade plaque.

"Miao...Chunhui..."

"Ling Xiaozong..."

"Twenty-four years..."

The time on this jade card is the same as the time she saw on the **** corpse.

All twenty-four years.

Before Qiao Wan could think about it, she suddenly realized that something was wrong, as if some eyes fell on her.

Qiao Wan's body is stiff, thinking, she is a scumbag.

She opened her eyes.

The pale-faced Yin Soldier turned his head consciously.

when--

In the hand, a sharp silver light is drawn in the night sky!

Qiao Wan took a few steps back, trying to rush out of the long street surrounded by Yin soldiers!

Wang Ruyi, who was closest to Qiao Wan, was the first to notice something was wrong and asked in astonishment, "Lu Cixian?"

Lu Cixian? !

Meng Canglang frowned slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Qiao Wan surrounded by shadowy soldiers, the Canglang sword in his hand was conditioned reflexively.

"Friend Lu, come to me!"

Attracted by the sound of the sword sound, Fang Lingqing said, "Xiaofang?!"

This is just great.

After looking at Fang Lingqing, Yu Xingzhi, Xie Xingzhi, and Bai Shanhu opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

Joe thought blankly.

Just one thought, it's all over now.

In an instant, it fell from hard mode to **** mode completely.

Qiao Wan leaped like a locust, breaking through the siege of the shadowy soldiers, trying to rush to Meng Canglang's side!

At this moment, a low male voice suddenly sounded.

Something hovered down from the sky, and Qiao Wan, who was still in mid-air, suddenly felt lighter!

run--

Why can't you run away? !

boom--

A wheelchair landed firmly on the ground, causing dust and sand to splash.

Ma Huaizhen sat in a wheelchair, copying Qiao Wan with one hand, and raised his eyes lazily: "What? Are you scared?"

In the blink of an eye, the Yin Soldiers had already surrounded him. Ma Huaizhen raised his right hand, and without thinking, he threw Qiao Wan out of his hand, and the Yin Soldiers flew in a circle in an instant.

Looking at the horrified teenagers and girls in front of him, Ma Huaizhen twitched the corners of his mouth calmly, his eyes overflowing with murderous intent. He shouted in dissatisfaction: "Why are you standing still? Why don't you run?!"