Jiang huailu was lying on the man's back.
There was no fear or panic in his expression, which was surprising.
They fumbled forward in the dark. They didn't know how far they had walked, but they felt that they were getting further and further away from the barren capital.
The cries of the dark spirit became more and more ear-piercing, and the girls were so scared that they couldn't move.
"Hurry up and go. If you miss the time, you'll have a good time."
"What's the use of crying? even if I leave you here, you'll only be torn to pieces by the dark spirits." The man's expression was indifferent, and his tone was bloodthirsty.
The girls were scared and panicked, and they followed him up the mountain.
Until they arrived in front of a Dark Mountain, surrounded by dancing spirits and cold winds, the girls hugged each other and kept wiping their tears.
The black-robed man stepped forward and formed a seal with his hands. He shouted sternly, ""Open!"
