"Let go!" When Wen Tai was mentioned by him, he was thrown in like a chicken, unable to resist, "You can leave if you want, I still have business to do!"
Mo Jiuling held Mu Lingbo's hand and took him down to the secret room with a leisurely tone, "Without you, how can we get out!"
"Let go! Don't you understand? I can't let that witch succeed!" The voice became weaker and weaker in the secret passage.
"Hey!" Before the secret passage was closed, the thousand-year-old raccoon dog quickly took the opportunity to jump in together.
"Seal the secret passage!" He threatened the first sentence after entering the underground coffin.
Wen Tai was full of anger and looked at him as if he was crazy, "Don't even think about it, I'm going to help my mother-in-law! She wants to lose all her spiritual power to fight the demon girl to death, and I can't let her do this. The longer time goes by, the more her spiritual power will be damaged.
It’s amazing. I can still hold on now, but if I can’t fight against the witch, my spiritual power will eventually be exhausted, and I will become an ordinary person without the power to fight back..."
"That's so wordy!" Mo Jiuling directly used Wen Tai's sleeve to gag his mouth, "Ling Bo, you are the most reliable one."
Although Mu Lingbo didn't know Mo Jiuling's specific plan, he thought that he knew much more about the ghost clan than he did, so he still planned to act on his words. He muttered by the way, "What if I lose control of my spiritual power again?"
Destroy this passage and then make it impossible to go up again?"
"Uh!!! Uh-huh..." Wen Tai, whose mouth was gagged, shook his body violently. He didn't believe Mu Lingbo's destructive power at all!
Closing a channel is different from opening a channel. Closing does not require strong spiritual power, only very precise control.
"If it's really broken, don't go up there. The exit shouldn't be up there." Mo Jiuling glanced at Wen Tai with meaningful eyes, "Are you going to do it, or is Ling Bo going to do it? I'll give you one last chance."
Under Wen Tai's resentful eyes, he had no choice but to seal the passage.
Mo Jiuling then took out the sleeve that blocked his mouth and threw him to the ground.
"What on earth are you going to do! Forget about being afraid of death, don't drag me with you!" He almost yelled.
Mo Jiuling only looked at him sideways, "If you don't close the channel, with your ghost tribe's annoying hearing, Shu Xiaoqiao will be able to hear everything. Do you want to use a method that doesn't kill anyone?"
Wen Tai was stunned for a moment, and then thought that no matter what, he was just a Cangyao man, and he could not save the people in the formation even if he knew how to fight.
"You are so whimsical!"
"Wait a minute." Mu Lingbo raised his hand to stop them, and walked slowly toward the outside of the row of coffins and in the direction of entering the secret room.
"Is there anyone else coming in to join in the fun?" Mo Jiuling raised her handsome eyebrows, listened carefully to the smell over there, and shouted impatiently, "Xia Monkey, get out, don't be sneaky!"
Before entering the Shenmu Temple, all the floating lanterns in the secret room had been gathered, and only a pitch-black darkness could be seen in the distance.
Only then did a weak voice come out from the darkness, "It's okay to get out, but I'm innocent!"
Mu Lingbo snorted, "Although I'm not sure you are innocent, Shu Xiaoqiao has cleared your name. Get out of here first, I won't slap you in the face!"
In the darkness, the outline of a figure gradually appeared.
Although Xia Houyan pretended to be brave and magnanimous, his worries could not help but be revealed in his posture.
"Didn't you faint beside the Silver Lake Formation?" Mu Lingbo said impatiently.
