1750: Face-slapping, Round 12 (1)

Face-slapping, Round 12 (1)

Seven could already see Feng Wu clearly.2

He smiled coldly.

This time —

He was going to kill the girl!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Seven picked up speed and his face twisted.

200 meters!

100 meters!

Feng Wu looked over her shoulder and saw the frantic look in Seven's eyes. Her stomach lurched.

Shit!

Seven was about to catch up with her!

And she had almost run out of ideas.

What should she do?

Just then, she saw a white shadow floating past her.

What was that?

She thought she was seeing things at first, but soon, she saw another one.

What was that?

At first, she had no idea. But when more and more appeared, Feng Wu knew what they were.

These "things" were ghosts.

They were of both genders and all age groups, but most of them were young.

The only thing they had in common were their white robes and shoulder-length hair. They floated in the air like loose dandelions.

It might sound like a lovely picture, but they were anything but lovely. One could almost call them hideous!

Just then, a savage-looking ghost with sharp fans charged at Feng Wu. There was a ferocious look in its eyes as it lunged at Feng Wu's neck.

It wanted Feng Wu's blood.

Whether it was because of the rare presence of humans here or due to Feng Wu's precious blood, all the ghosts started to fly toward her.

Seriously?!

Feng Wu's eyes widened.

A powerful Spiritual Lord was on her heels!

Seven was a Level 2 Spiritual Lord, and he was far more capable than she was. She would be dead if he caught up with her.

"Go away! Go away!"

Seeing that Seven were getting closer, and with so many ghosts coming at her, Feng Wu was filled with despair.

She waved her hands and tried to get rid of the ghosts as if she was chasing away mosquitoes.

Teehee —

The ghosts guffawed. It was a jarring, mocking sound.

Mocking?

Feng Wu couldn't believe that she was being mocked by ghosts!

Whoosh!

A female ghost was the first to land on Feng Wu.

Right after that —

Thump! Thump! Thump!

One, two, three… Countless ghosts surrounded Feng Wu!

They stuck to Feng Wu like thin paper and wrapped around her.

Teehee —

The crying voices of men, women, children, and elder people filled Feng Wu's ears. They were strange, mocking sounds.

Anyone else would have collapsed if they were surrounded by so many ghosts.

But Feng Wu wasn't just anyone. She was able to keep a clear head.

However, even if she could keep a clear head, she had little hope left.

Because the first ghost had wrapped its white body around Feng Wu's neck like a piece of white cloth!

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