4751: C4751 The Ghost Fire Was Soul-stirring(part I)

C4751 The Ghost Fire Was Soul-stirring(part I)

"Shh, don't move." One of the disciples in green, Yaoguang, shouted in a low voice, "There seems to be something wrong over there."1

The other yellow-clothed Yaoguang disciples immediately stopped in their tracks. The movement of changing Formation also stopped abruptly. Gray light gently shrouded their surroundings. The wandering souls were floating above the Formation, letting out low and hoarse sighs from their throats.

They waited quietly for a while, but the green-clothed disciple no longer spoke. He raised his arm high, maintaining the same posture as before. His eyes were fixed on the endless darkness.

"I don't think it's a big problem. The Formation didn't even detect any Aura..." A yellow-clothed disciple muttered in a soft voice. " More and more wandering souls had gathered in these past few days. If they still didn't find a way out... I'm starving to death here, why would I care about treasures... "

" What the hell do you know about this annoying thing! " The other yellow-clothed disciple had a violent temper. When he heard these words, he slapped the yellow-clothed disciple's face. "Even if you leave empty-handed, what can you do? You might as well die in this tower!"

The other party received that slap and half of his face immediately swelled up. He covered his face and hid at the edge of the Formation. His eyes were filled with fear. No matter how the other yellow-clothed disciple cursed at him, he no longer dared to speak. Tears were about to fall out of his eyes.

"Shut up!" The green-clothed disciple shouted again in a low voice. The veins on his face had already popped out, and his face was filled with anxiety and fear.

"What else can you say besides the word 'shut up'?" The yellow-clothed disciple was currently fuming with anger, so how could he care about what the azure-clothed disciple said? He opened his mouth and spat out a string of vulgarities. It was extremely unpleasant to the ear, "Let me tell you, if I can't get to the second floor today... I'll slaughter all of you as meat -"

He looked in the direction of the disciple in green. His face immediately tightened, and his lips obediently moved to one side. He reached out his hand again and quietly pulled out his sword.

In the endless darkness, among the countless wandering souls, two blue-green ghost fires were dancing in the distance, approaching them bit by bit.

The ear-piercing sound of sharp objects sliding across the ground was so clear that it seemed to be carved on their spines. It cut their hearts inch by inch, nailing their fear into their blood vessels.

"What... is that thing..." The yellow-clothed disciple who was hiding in a corner widened his eyes, tears rolling down his face. The tears fell onto his clothes, and he said, "I don't want to... I don't want to stay in the tower any longer... If you guys want to take the treasure, you guys can go by yourselves. I want to go home, I want to go home... "

He started crying, causing the expressions of the other few people to become even more nervous. They kept staring at him, and that hot-tempered older brother even gave him a kick.

However, the other party's rationality had already collapsed. No matter how they cursed or kicked, that fellow just kept crying. He was so anxious that the cold sweat on their foreheads kept flowing down, almost covering their eyes.

"Forget it!" That irritable older brother angrily shouted in a low voice, "If you do this, everyone will die here. Since you want to go back so badly, then get lost now!"

As soon as these words came out, the yellow-clothed disciple finally stopped crying. Although he was still sobbing nonstop, his voice had finally become much quieter.

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