After waiting for a while, Huo Wenhua still didn't appear.
"Sister, they may have gotten lost with us."
Xiao Qiangou went into the chaos to take a look, "I can't see it."
"Maybe he fainted from the cold!"
Yang Zimei thought for a while, "Xiao Qian, you and Lianyi wait here while I go in and look for you."
"Sister, what if you go in and come out in a different place than us, wouldn't we be lost again? No, we are a trinity! Let's go in and search together!"
Xiaoqian took her hand and said.
Lianyi jumped into her arms and said that he would join her.
Yang Zimei had no choice but to pull the two of them and just wanted to re-enter the chaos.
Suddenly an object was knocked out from inside, which was the body of the bodyless ghost.
Yang Zimei stretched out his hand, grabbed the body and put it on the ground.
Then, two people stumbled out from inside.
It is Huo Wenhua and the copy ghost.
I saw one being carried on his back, and the other's feet were shaking, his face was pale, and he looked like he was about to freeze into ice from the cold.
Yang Zimei hurriedly stepped forward and took them over.
She found Huo Wenhua, who was hanging a mahogany sign, and injected heat energy into him to dispel the coldness in his body.
After being rescued, Huo Wenhua's face gradually returned to normal, he woke up, and sneezed a few times.
And because of Huo Wenhua's recovery, the copying ghost also recovered.
Thinking that the replicator would come out behind Huo Wenhua's back just now, Yang Zimei no longer disliked the replicator so much.
It seems that the world may have misunderstood the horror of replicant ghosts.
"Thank you, Master Yang."
Huo Wenhua regained his breath and thanked Yang Zimei.
"Thank you, Master Yang."
The replicator also repeated these words.
Perhaps because he was grateful to the replicator for saving him in times of crisis, Huo Wenhua no longer disliked the replicator for copying himself.
On the contrary, he had a magical feeling.
In this world, there is actually a ghost who is copying himself and saving himself, as if he is another self.
There was no annoying feeling, and he became much closer to the clone ghost.
"thank you too!"
Huo Wenhua talks about copying ghosts.
"thank you too!"
The replicator said to him.
Huo Wenhua couldn't help but laugh.
The replicator also laughed.
Seeing two identical people laughing, Yang Zimei felt strange in her heart.
"Sister, these flowers are so big and beautiful!"
Xiaoqian started shouting again.
Huo Wenhua was fine. At this time, Yang Zimei was in the mood to take a look at the surrounding environment.
really--
In a large open space in front, there are flowers of various colors and shapes similar to lilies planted.
However, these flowers are very big, bigger than the trumpets we usually see, and each stamen is as thick as a baby's arm.
Not only are the flowers big, but the butterflies and dragonflies flying on them are also big.
Those dragonflies were as big as a child's simulated airplane, and the butterfly wings were about thirty centimeters each.
Even the bees are as big as a baby!
This is……
Yang Zimei and others were dumbfounded, wondering if they had entered a fairy tale world.
Huo Wenhua stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, and then took a breath, "What kind of world is this? Are we getting smaller? Or are those flowers getting bigger?"
His words woke up the dreamer!
Yang Zimei and Xiao Qian looked at each other, and then exclaimed, "It's us who have become smaller!"