After Wenren Muxue finished speaking, she turned around, spared the man in white, and left.
Lu Fan and others also looked at it and were about to leave.
"By the way, bring the glazed corpse with you."
Wenren Muxue walked to the position side by side with the man in white: "Maybe it will be useful to go out."
Get the glass corpse?
Lu Fan hesitated for a moment, then nodded and looked at Zhang Zihao.
Zhang Zihao responded, turned around and walked back, holding the glazed corpse of a young man in his arms, then followed the others and strode out.
"What, what's going on?"
When Old Man Nangong saw this scene, he was completely confused.
Not kneeling down, not kowtowing, and even taking away a glazed corpse in front of the man in white?
They are not here for adventure, they are simply returning to their home and doing whatever they want!
"This this……"
He didn't know what to say. He saw that Lu Fan and others had completely disappeared into the darkness, and then looked back at those people lying on the ground until...
"call!"
There was a sound like someone blowing out a candle, and the entire pit suddenly fell into deathly silence.
…
"Are we going to go back the way we came?"
When he reached the edge of the pit, Lu Fan stopped and asked.
At this time, no sound could be heard from above the pit.
Presumably, those above have been taken away in advance by people from the major families who took the first step.
"We can't leave now."
Wenren Muxue said.
"What's wrong?" Lu Fan turned back to look at her: "Any questions?"
She shook her head: "Your companion has been dead for a while, and her soul is still wandering in this abyss. If we don't find her as soon as possible, her soul will return to her body. Once she leaves this abyss, when her soul is gone, you will completely die again."
There is no chance to save her."
Hearing this, everyone was startled.
"You mean, can my sister really be saved?" Hai Ziyuan asked urgently.
"There is help, but whether you can save it or not depends on you."
She took a gentle breath and said, "If you find the soul, I can help her revive her body."
One sentence made the hearts of everyone present suddenly jump.
"How to find it?" Lu Fan asked.
"Spiritualism."
The person who spoke this time was Huang Bin, who had just woken up on the back of the black butterfly. He looked pale and said with difficulty: "Do you still remember that we helped Zhao Hong summon the soul at the Xincheng intersection? Just use this trick.
It will definitely work!”
Lu Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. He remembered the horrific scenes he saw while summoning spirits at the crossroads.
"But here to summon spirits..."
He seemed to hesitate: "There are too many strong men sleeping in this abyss. Once we awaken some terrifying masters, I am afraid that what awaits us will be a disaster."
"I'm not just referring to the ghosts of these monks in Shifang City."
Everyone's expression changed when they heard this.
They thought of the stone formation where extremely tragic battles had taken place thousands of years ago.
If the terrifying enemies who invaded Shifang City were also summoned during the soul summoning, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"But for Yang Zipei, no matter what the result is, we should give it a try." Jiang He said.
Lu Fan nodded, then looked at Huang Bin: "Is there anything?"
"There is no such thing, but there are ways to summon spirits even if there is no such thing."
Huang Bin said: "Three inches of loess can still summon spirits."