"Ouch……"

"Wang Hu, what's wrong?"

"Master Hei, I sprained my ankle!"

"Spray your ankle, you, a master of eighth stages, have the nerve to say that you sprained your ankle..."

"I really sprained my ankle!" Wang Hu stood up with a crying face.

"Don't move, there's something nearby." Mu Feng's six consciousnesses are the most sensitive. This is underground, and the air flows generally have regular patterns. But when he got here, he noticed a trace of strangeness, and his forehead just now became hot, and the seed source of the Dantian seemed to have a hint of joy.

"Is there really dirty stuff?"

"What dirty thing is this a special energy formed by nature, but it is not noticed by normal people." Mu Feng explained.

"Brother-in-law, are there really ghosts in this world?"

"I don't know if there are ghosts, but humans have souls. Isn't this all confirmed by science?" Mu Feng looked at the air around him vigilantly.

"Mu, can you still leave?"
Chapter completed!