At the wall of the enclosure, Qian Cangyi used it for support to jump over. Fortunately, the wall was not high.
At this moment, his elbow was propped on the wall, and just as he was about to leap over the wall, he suddenly felt an icy hand gripping his ankle.
The stiff feeling gradually extended upward from his ankle at an incredibly fast speed.
With no other choice, Qian Cangyi had to first toss Zhao Quanshun over the wall. To prevent Zhao from falling to his death, he took some precautions.
After that, Qian Cangyi took out the Eternal Sleep of the clock.
He needed this one second.
Only this way could he alleviate his current predicament.
He looked back and saw a face riddled with sores beneath him. This was an old hag, with her dirty and messy hair resembling dry straw, exuding a rotten smell from her whole body.
What's this ghost all about?
Qian Cangyi thought in his heart, while also pushing forcefully with his right foot several times before finally breaking free.
