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Chapter 287: The Ghost Tribe Reappears

After thinking about the words and paintings on the stone table, he understood. Bai Zimo built a bamboo house specifically to store these words and paintings. Others found it incredible and too exaggerated, but he felt it was worth it.

Still on the top of the cliff, Nezha seemed to have returned to his original form. He stood there like a stone statue. His dark eyes flashed with various lights.

Looking at the three formations in front of him, he felt that the little man who kept shouting that he was so bad was so mysterious. With such a dancing look, he could easily create three unsolvable formations and even said they were myths. Then who was he?

When I passed through the space-time gate, a gust of cold air hit me. "Oh my god, it's so cold. Where is this place? Why are Yu Yuntian and the others here?" As soon as I got out of the car, the cold air hit me and I shivered.

"There is no road, Luo'er, please take back the carriage," Mo Shang asked.

After putting away the carriage, I looked around, but I didn't see Yu Yuntian. There has never been such a big difference. Looking around, the place where we appeared was a crystal-like palace.

There are three crystal passages in the main hall. I think Yu Yuntian and the others may have left through these passages.

"Luo'er, which road should we take?" Mo Shang asked.

I looked around and always felt that there was a pair of vicious eyes staring at me. I casually took out a scimitar from the space in case of any accidents.

Suddenly a dark shadow swooped over and I swung my knife at it reflexively.

"Ahhh..." A series of shrill screams rang out, piercing the eardrums.

"Hmm, why are there ghosts here?" Mo Shangxun also took out a dagger and said to himself.

"The ghost clan, that shady thief." I asked.

"Thieves? Yes, you can call them that. But, why did they appear here?" Mo Shang asked.

"It's cold here, and the cold weather is also suitable for the ghost clan. But haven't the ghost clan disappeared?" I asked again.

"I don't know, maybe it's sealed here." Mo Shang asked.

"Maybe," I replied, glancing at the scimitar in my hand and yelling, "Take out your fire weapons, the ghost tribe might be afraid."

Swish... all kinds of weapons were taken out. I looked back. Mo Shangxun was holding a short sword. I had never seen his weapon. I had only given him a bow before, which was useless if he got close. When I was making a scimitar, I also wanted to make him a scimitar, but I didn't know what happened and it became a short sword.

Sun Xiaowu's weapon was a Ruyi Stick. When he saw me making a weapon for Wang Meng, he ran to me and asked me to make him a inch-hand weapon. But after I made the selection, he put it in his space and usually used the one left by Hua Jianxian. He also said, "The golden hoop made by Master is for saving lives, and the Ruyi Stick is for showing off."

When I saw the things in Lu Feng and Lu Yu's hands again, I instantly felt like I was in the underworld. When you saw Sun Xiaowu showing off, you also ran to me to ask for one.

I said, "I just remembered that you had weapons, and more than one or two."

At that time, they said that those were too soft and could only be used as secret weapons, and they wanted something that could confuse people. I was curious about what they wanted, but they said they wanted a fire stick. Oh my god, how did the original fire stick become a mourning stick?

I suddenly remembered a funny thing. At first, there was a master and three apprentices, and it was like Journey to the West. Later, when there were more apprentices, it became the underworld. These two guys, plus Bai Zimo's Judge's Pen, plus Mo Shangxun's King of Hell's Sword.

"Puchi" I couldn't help but laugh.

"What is Luo'er laughing at?" Mo Shang asked, puzzled.

"Nothing. Hey, are you Zhuiyue?" I suddenly saw a young man in yellow and asked.

"Luoluo, I am your dearest Zhuiyue." I was speechless looking at the boy who was one year older than me.