The devil is coming, please be careful

Chapter 532

Rong Xuan pressed a finger on Min Xing's mouth, signaling her to keep silent.

Min Xing's slender eyelashes couldn't help trembling slightly, she instantly understood Rong Xuan's meaning, she raised her hand to hold Rong Xuan's fingers, turned her head and leaned out from the eaves to look down.

Zhan Changge had already left when Minxing was sleepy, and he didn't know where he went right now.

It was past sixteen, and the moonlight became dimmer than the previous two days. A gust of cool wind blew by, and the red lantern at the door of the coffin shop swayed with the wind for a while, flickering on and off.

There was a faint rustling sound from the coffin shop, and Min Xing carefully lifted the tiles under his feet. It was dark below, and only some shadows could be seen shaking.

It seems that there is an invisible pen writing and drawing on the faces of those paper figurines. The paper figurines who had no eyes at first opened their eyes suddenly, and they were dark and hollow like two whirlpools, and their souls would be sucked away if they were not careful.

Then, the paper figurines stood up one by one, and walked forward with stiff hands and feet. Soon, the same funeral procession as last night took shape.

Min Xing and Rong Xuan looked at each other, and decided that tonight, no matter what, they couldn't get lost again.

The funeral procession walked out of the coffin shop slowly, Rong Xuan followed Min Xing silently on the roof with his arms in his arms.Following along, Min Xing realized something was wrong, she looked around intently, always feeling that there was fog everywhere.

Is it foggy?

Rong Xuan obviously also noticed this, and the arm holding Min Xing tightened a little.

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and it was almost impossible to see the funeral procession clearly, and it was not safe to be on the roof, so Min Xing had to signal Rong Xuan to jump off with her in his arms.

But accidents often happen in an instant.

As soon as Rong Xuan's feet touched the ground, the surrounding scenery changed completely. What made him panic the most was that the person in his arms disappeared.His complexion changed drastically, and he looked around anxiously, but there was thick fog all around him, so he couldn't see anything at all.

"Minmin, are you there?" Rong Xuan called out tentatively.

No one responded, and the street was dead silent.

Rong Xuan's heart was beating so fast that he didn't care to follow the funeral procession that had disappeared long ago, looking for traces of Min Xing everywhere.

The situation that Min Xing is facing at the moment is obviously similar to that of Rong Xuan. She is originally a five-star road idiot, but now she is trapped in the fog, and it is even more difficult to find Rong Xuan.

Fortunately, the couple had already made a love alliance, and they didn't feel that the other party's life was in danger, which was somewhat comforting.

Just as she was worrying, Min Xing suddenly felt a chill coming from her back, her body couldn't help being slightly stiff, and she quietly clenched the dagger in her hand.This new mahogany dagger was just exploited from Shen Xuan before coming to the Zhan family, and it was much better than the original dagger.

The indistinct chill was getting closer and closer, Min Xing slowly narrowed his water eyes, counted three silently in his heart, and then turned his head abruptly.

Although Min Xing had seen too many monsters and ghosts, he had already made mental preparations, but the moment he turned his head, his scalp was still numb uncontrollably, and even the strands of his hair almost stood up in fright.

A pair of dark and empty eyes were close at hand, and those eyes seemed to be frozen, without any warmth or vitality.The owner of those eyes was undoubtedly a paper doll in the funeral procession.

For a moment, Min Xing fell into an ice cellar, and the blood seemed to stop flowing, but he did not dare to neglect the movements of his hands, and the dagger plunged straight into the body of the paper figurine.

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