Spirit Walker

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The man beside her suddenly came to speak, Jiang Yuyi leaned back instinctively, but before she could get angry, the unfamiliar voice said familiar words.

Jiang Yuyi was stunned for a moment. In the darkness, his round and sweet face suddenly burst into surprise, and his tired eyes gleamed.

"Yuan, Yuanzi?" She turned her head sideways and stared at the young man's face, as if she couldn't believe it.

"It's me," Zhang Yuanqing whispered:

"I'm here to save you, but due to special reasons, my body cannot enter here, so I can only come to my mind and attach to this young man..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yuyi cheered and rushed forward.

"I knew you would come to save me. You are a member of the Dragon Group, and you will definitely come to save me." She was as happy as a little girl.

The members of the dragon group, the more they listened, the more they felt that they were in the middle school. They knew that they wanted a better name. Forget it, my aunt didn't understand anyway... Zhang Yuanqing stretched out his hand and pressed her shoulders, not letting her fall into his arms.

"Calm down, I have something to ask you."

Jiang Yuyi snorted in dissatisfaction, bared his teeth suddenly in pain, and said with tears and grievances:

"Yuanzi, why did you come here, my aunt's leg is injured, will there be scars in the future~"

As he spoke, there were tears in his eyes, and he was about to cry.

How about your calmness and strength just now? Zhang Yuanqing reassured in a low voice, "It's alright, wait for me to take you out and find a way to heal your wounds without leaving scars."

This injury, replaced by a spiritual realm walker, would have healed itself long ago, even a blood-thin swordsman. But for ordinary people, it is indeed a very serious injury, and it might even cause tetanus.

"What are you two talking about? How come I don't understand." A woman with a rather strong physique asked tentatively.

The four people on the side looked over.

Zhang Yuanqing first patted the aunt's hand, motioned her to be quiet, then looked at the five people, and said solemnly:

"I'm a member of the Songhai Special Action Team, and I'm here to save you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and wiped it on his face. Immediately, a smear of golden paint lit up between his eyebrows, quickly spreading over the entire face, painting a golden paint as the base color, with the eye sockets, forehead, lips, and black and red masks.

This face is majestic and dignified, shocking.

He has no time, energy or patience to explain to these ordinary people that directly using props to shock is the most cost-effective way.

In an instant, a few ordinary people in the wooden house had unspeakable fear in their hearts. The person opposite seemed to be a god, a monarch aloof.

Surrender was their only emotion at this time, and any doubts, dissatisfaction, and fears vanished.

Zhang Yuanqing swept across the crowd majestically, saw them bowing their heads in submission, and saw the dumbfounded aunt who implied worship.

He felt inexplicably refreshed in his heart. It was not the superiority of the extraordinary in the face of ordinary people, but the appearance of saints in front of his aunt, which made him feel refreshed.

"Tell me everything that happened after you entered here." Zhang Yuanqing's tone was low and majestic.

The crowd did not dare to disobey, and immediately recounted the process after entering this world, one by one.

After they were involved in this world, they were chased by a terrifying monster. The monster was shaped like a wolf, three or four meters tall, walked upright, and killed anyone it saw.

The older ones, the weaker ones, and the younger ones were caught up and bitten to death.

The seven of them fled all the way, and when they saw a wooden house here, they hid in it.

After the monster chased here, it couldn't open the wooden door, so he had no choice but to leave.

Only a few of them survived.

"The monster comes almost once an hour. It will imitate the cry of a baby to trick us into opening the door. After it fails, it starts to bang on the door. The whole wooden house is almost torn apart by it, but it just can't get in." A strong physique The middle-aged man said in horror.

How could a werewolf with a height of three or four meters be unable to open the wooden door? Unless this wooden door is weird, this is in line with the seal characteristics of the Yongye profession, but the Yongye profession should not involve the element of werewolves... After Zhang Yuanqing heard it, he suddenly felt as if something was missing.

After thinking about it, I suddenly remembered, what about the little girl with the red triangle cap?

"You saw a little girl with a red hat in the tunnel, and then entered here inexplicably, but from the beginning to the end, the girl with the red hat did not appear." Zhang Yuanqing asked:

"Has anyone seen her after entering here?"

Jiang Yuyi shook his head: "I only saw the monster, Motoko, is there any problem with UU reading www.uukanshu.com?"

The others shook their heads one after another, indicating that they did not see it.

Strange, did that little girl turn into a werewolf? Zhang Yuanqing looked around the wooden house while thinking.

This wooden house is not small. On the left is the fireplace, wooden dining table, water tank and other items, which is where they are. On the right is a simple wooden bed, and there is a small desk by the window.

The fireplace was connected to the bacon, and on top was a large iron pot. Zhang Yuanqing lifted the lid of the pot, and the sour smell came out.

The pot is rotten beans.

The utensils on the table are wooden bowls, wooden spoons, and half a piece of black and dry bread.

Many details in the wooden house told him that the owner here is a foreigner, and a foreigner in the Middle Ages.

Zhang Yuanqing walked around the fireplace and the dining table, but found nothing of value, so he walked to the wooden bed.

Jiang Yuyi followed closely behind his nephew.

Zhang Yuanqing had no choice but to support her and avoid obstacles carefully, lest she hit the wound and get hurt.

"Motoko, tell me quietly, which evil villain is causing the trouble this time, Doctor Octopus or Frankenstein on a skateboard?"

With his nephew by his side, Jiang Yuyi was not afraid at all, and showed a strong curiosity about supernatural events.

"This time it's an emergency, and I don't understand what the enemy is for the time being." Zhang Yuanqing replied half-truth.

"Is this mask your superpower? Isn't your superpower invisible? Can you take it? I'm a little scared." She said curiously and weakly.

"No." Zhang Yuanqing refused.

"why?"

Because putting away the mask is equivalent to stopping using it, then I have to pay the price of a big change in my temperament, and you don't want to see me being a little aunt just a moment ago, and ruthlessly dumping you in the next second. Well... Zhang Yuanqing couldn't explain it, so he didn't answer.