Don’t talk nonsense with the master here, hurry up and look for it. Master Qingfeng threw a word to Zhou Ming lukewarmly, then turned his eyes to the compass and slowly moved his steps.

Zhou Ming held the two yellow papers in his hand. Although he was a little reluctant, he did not dare to disobey the master's words. He followed the master with a murmur, not daring to go too far. He was holding a torch in his hand. When he ran away in a panic, he was taken out for a while. He had to be poured out some oil from the package, splashed on the torch, lit it with a fire cube, and continued to follow the master.

With the light of the torch, Zhou Ming's heart suddenly became much brighter. No matter what evil spirits are, they are afraid of light. Even if that thing is really a female ghost, Zhou Ming has the courage to fight it for several rounds.

Zhou Ming held a torch in one hand and an arm-sized wooden stick in the other hand. While slapped the grass around him, he continued to walk forward, looking absent-minded. He thought to himself that the compass was in the master's hands, and the master must have found the thing first. He just followed him to fight. Even if he really found that thing, he could not be his opponent.

As he walked, Zhou Ming suddenly felt a little sleepy, his eyelids were fighting up and down, and he couldn't open his eyes. The faint strange smell that he had smelled on the muddy ground had penetrated into his nostrils again. Zhou Ming sniffed and couldn't help but yawn. He took a step forward with his big foot just as his toes fell on the ground. Zhou Ming's heart thumped, and felt as if something was wrapping around his ankles. When he looked down, he almost fell to the ground in fright. That was not something wrapped around his feet. It was clearly a delicate and thin white woman's hand that grabbed his ankles.

Before Zhou Ming could scream, the white and tender hand suddenly pushed Zhou Ming to the ground. Zhou Ming felt that his eyes were dark, and his body fell down with the woman's hand, as if he had fallen into a hole. In a panic, Zhou Ming had not forgotten to shout: Master, help me.

With this shout, Zhou Ming only felt the whistling wind in his ears. After a moment, his butt fell heavily on the ground and almost fell several times. Zhou Ming couldn't help but gasp in the air, and one hand kept stroking his butt, and tears almost rolled out in pain.

The pain on his butt was just a little better. Zhou Ming then remembered the woman's hand just now, and couldn't help but squeeze all over his body. He thought that he was pulled into its nest by the female ghost. Could it be that he looked good and wanted to treat himself as his husband? Otherwise, when he saw him for the first time, he would always lick his tongue. No matter what he said, he would definitely be in trouble.

There was a black look in front of me. Zhou Ming looked up at the top of his head and could not see anything. It seemed that the entrance to the cave was blocked by weeds, and there was no light at all. I don’t know if the master heard his shouting. If he didn’t hear it, it would be miserable. Maybe he would die in this cave today.
Chapter completed!