Chen Shuo let go of his own neck and coughed violently.
He was like a drowning person who had finally managed to grab onto a life-saving buoy. He wanted to hug Chi Jiao with all his might and cried. "Sob sob, Senior Chi Jiao, save me! There's a ghost, a ghost! A ghost has come to capture me. It's Yang Lele!"
Seeing that Chen Shuo was going to cling to her, undisguised disdain flashed across her eyes.
Chi Jiao didn't show any mercy. She raised her hand high and slapped him hard.
Chen Shuo opened his mouth and spat out two teeth.
"I need you to remain awake. Otherwise, I would have slapped you until you fainted," Chi Jiao said coldly.
Chen Shuo held his face pitifully. Looking at how fierce Chi Jiao was, he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to fart.
"Where is Fu Lei?" Quan Jue asked.
