"Not good!"
Lin Zimo exclaimed and pushed Yu Zhiwei into the ruined temple with a wave of his hand. Then, he turned around and hugged Ning Wushuang in his arms.
As he waved his sleeves, layers of internal strength surged as he tried to block the incoming raindrops.
However, the powerful force carried by the raindrops directly sent him and Ning Wushuang flying.
He even spat out a mouthful of blood in midair.
However, the raindrops did not stop after sending Lin Zimo and company flying. Instead, they headed straight for the Sunset Sword Sect, Dong Shuhua, and company.
They couldn't be bothered to continue attacking, and everyone moved to block the rain.
On the other hand, Ning Wushuang was dumbfounded. She had never thought that Lin Zimo would actually collapse in a single move.
At that moment, she was really panicking. She did not even realize that this matter was illogical. She hurriedly checked on Lin Zimo's condition, but he only spat out another mouthful of blood and his face was pale.
Ning Wushuang picked him up subconsciously.""How could this be…"
"Yes, this is the state. Keep it up.”
Suddenly, Lin Zimo's low voice sounded in her ears.
Ning Wushuang's pupils contracted. In just a moment, her intelligence had recovered completely. Her face became even more miserable."No…don't…you, what's wrong? Say something to me…"
"It's over, it's over…I'm not dead.”
Lin Zimo reminded him softly.
Yu Zhiwei, who had been pushed into the ruined temple by Lin Zimo, also came forward with a box in his arms. He looked at Lin Zimo with red eyes and said,""You, don't die…If you die, the bet won't count. In the future, I'll eat all the food that you should eat.”
“……”
Why did she feel that Lin Zimo's death would be beneficial to her?
" I'll fight them to the death!!!"
Yu Zhiwei also seemed to feel that what he said was a little wrong. In a fit of anger, he prepared to find trouble.
"Stop!"
Ning Wushuang quickly stopped Yu Zhiwei.
Lin Zimo had intentionally pretended to be in this state for another reason. He had even spat out two mouthfuls of blood just to make this scene look more realistic.
If Yu Zhiwei were to go all out with the other party now and something went wrong, Lin Zimo would have wasted his time.
Yu Zhiwei looked at Ning Wushuang in confusion.
"Can you help me take a look at him?" Ning Wushuang said with a heavy expression.”
"I don't know how to read…"
Yu Zhiwei muttered softly, but he could not refuse Ning Wushuang's request. He could only squat down to check on Lin Zimo's condition.
The three of them were putting on a sad drama, but the raindrops that were swept by the strong wind had already been stopped by the Sunset Sword Sect and Dong Shuhua.
However, these eight people no longer had the heart to fight. They all looked at the entrance of the dilapidated temple with solemn gazes.
The low sound of the erhu came from somewhere.
It was low, obscure, and the melody was dark and melancholic. It was like a funeral song that came closer from afar.
Before the people arrived, the wind had arrived. There were four people in the wind.
They were not tall, short, had big heads, and small bodies. They were four dwarves.
The four dwarfs were carrying a soft sedan chair, but they were walking on the waves.
There were many Qing Gong experts in this world. Not long ago, Lin Zimo met a fatty who had a unique Qing Gong technique.
The two hundred jin weight was actually unable to bend the tender grass when stepping on it. It could be seen that the word 'light' had already reached the realm of perfection.
However, these four midgets 'qinggong was even more bizarre.
Four people carrying a palanquin required extremely brilliant coordination.
It was even more difficult to use qinggong while carrying the sedan chair.
However, these four people approached from afar as if they were not carrying a palanquin at all. They were like fallen leaves, and it did not take any effort.
Their figures suddenly came to a realization. When they first saw them, they were still in the air. When they came back to their senses, they were already outside the temple door.
In another trance, he had already entered the ruined temple.
The four of them finally landed on the ground.
A person's shadow could be vaguely seen in the white light gauze sedan through the hazy gauze curtain.
The sound of the erhu was also emitted from under the soft sedan chair.
As the voice spread, the ruined temple was suddenly filled with ghost qi.
The sound of autumn rain falling to the ground was originally just that, but at this moment, it was even more desolate.
As for the bonfire that Lin Zimo and the rest had raised earlier, its color had unknowingly turned pale green.
Both Dong Shuhua and the people from the Sunset Sword Sect paled.
Dong Shuhua seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of fear appeared on his face.
The Sunset Sword Sect was in a remote corner and was used to being arrogant. A young woman shouted angrily,""Who are you? How dare you play tricks?”
With a sword in his hand, he was about to charge forward.
The eldest senior brother's gaze was cold. He didn't stop him. He also wanted to test the quality.
However, at this moment, the sound of the erhu shook. The girl stopped in her tracks and turned around with a blank expression. Before she could say a word, blood suddenly burst out from her neck!
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