"Aunt Wen, it's me!" Qiao Mu's unique glutinous voice rang next to her ears, invigorating Wen Ruwan.
"Qiaoqiao! Qiaoqiao, save me! Hurry and save me!!!" Wen Ruwan tightly clutched onto Qiao Mu's wrist like the girl was a piece of driftwood that she discovered when she was close to drowning. She tearfully sobbed, "Y-you are a mystic cultivator! You must be able to save me, Qiaoqiao. Right?"
"Roar roar roar!!!" Screams from a zombie came from the bottom of the stairs in perfect timing. The background noise was quite a nice match indeed!
Qiao Mu's lips twitched. She pulled Wen Ruwan and called out in panic, "Aunt Wen, let's run! I can't beat this monster! It's too strong!"
Wen Ruwan's heart sank little by little.
She overestimated this d*mn girl!
Thinking back on it, she was merely a seven-year-old child. How high could her cultivation be even if she was a mystic cultivator?
