The autumn wind was bleak, and the black branches swayed in the wind, making strange sounds.
Murong Xue looked at the 2 disciples from the Thousand Ghosts Sect, her eyes filled with panic. "What are you doing? This is the sacred land of the Thousand Ghosts Sect, you can't do anything!"
"Hahaha." The 2 disciples laughed out loud. "You're really naive. Nobody will answer you here. Tell me, what do we want to do?"
The other person said, "Of course, with the sky as a quilt and the ground as a bed, we'll play a shameful game together."
"You guys..." Murong Xue's body was trembling with anger. She did not expect the Thousand Ghosts Sect's disciples to be so shameless. She had thought that they were really eager to help, but they had been scheming against her.
Murong Xue took a step back and pulled out the treasure sword hanging at her waist.
Even if she had to risk her life, she would never let the 2 of them succeed.
