"Help! Help me!"
Jiang huailu's ears twitched, and a faint cry for help came out of his ear.
Jiang huailu's ears perked up.
"Do you hear someone calling for help?" Jiang huailu asked in a low voice, her white little face full of suspicion.
"Never." Lu huaijiang's nose wrinkled.
Even if he heard her cry for help, he would not lend a helping hand.
Jiang huailu listened carefully, the voice still lingering in her ears.
what?! Ling 'er stood up abruptly. what is this intruder? " His voice was cold.
Sure enough, a gust of wind came from the door.
It seemed to be mixed with the wails of ghosts and the howls of wolves.
leave quickly! The hall of salvation is not a place you should be in! Ling 'er immediately knew that it was those demons and monsters.
Now that the ghost Festival in July was approaching, the people of the huangdu city were already in a state of panic.
