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Chapter 1418 The name of Yan Luo, summoning ghosts and souls 13
The vibe here is obviously different from other places.

It was even more depressing. On the dark corridor beside him, the black aura struggled ferociously, like countless black hands, trying to drag Mu Jingzhi into the abyss of despair.

This kind of breath has too strong influence on people's mind.

Sadness, sorrow, anger, countless negative and suppressed emotions spread from every corner of his heart, constantly interfering with Mu Jingzhi's emotions.

It also made Mu Jingzhi's heart sink continuously. The surrounding situation was much more serious than he imagined.

Just these negative emotions outside were already so strong that he couldn't bear it. He couldn't even imagine what kind of hands and feet they had done to Yan Luo.

Ordinary people who suffer from such negative emotions will either commit suicide, or become paranoid and crazy, but this little girl is really weird.

Except for the despair and helplessness entangled in the black atmosphere around him, there is no other feeling about this world at all.

It was this kind of feeling that made Mu Jingzhi's heart twitch completely. It was an inexplicable distress, and an emotion that he didn't know what it felt like.

Let him ignore all the injuries on his body at once, and only want to find this little girl wholeheartedly.

Following her breath, she found a door all the way.

There is also a strong smell of blood inside, and the black breath continues to permeate from here.

Mu Jingzhi's heart tightened, and he raised his hand to push open the door in front of him.

In an instant, the black aura rushed towards him crazily, viciously as if wanting to engulf him completely, Mu Jingzhi, who was already prepared in his heart, raised his hand to exert the power of the wind to the extreme, borrowing the black aura It bounced off completely with force.

For a moment, only the voice of a ghost from hell could be heard in my ears.

Mu Jingzhi raised his feet and walked inside, the smell of blood was even stronger, the room was pitch black, and he could only see the vague instruments next to him, as the black mist gradually dissipated, he saw the surroundings except those Instruments, and many human remains.

Several of them were probably placed together deliberately, as if they wanted to join the wreckage together, but because her destructive power was too powerful, only the broken arms and limbs were left, and in the end it was helpless to give up.

Every time he saw such a scene, Mu Jingzhi's heart would be pulled up once.

He continued to walk in, and finally found the little girl curled up in a corner with her knees hugged next to a small experimental bed.

There was a strong dark aura around her, and the despair and helplessness made people feel pain.

Mu Jingzhi didn't care about the black aura around her, just walked over step by step, and then slowly squatted in front of her, "Yan Luo."

He spoke like this, calling her name.

Yan Luo's small body paused, but he still didn't speak, just shrunk himself into a ball.

The attitude of refusing to cooperate made Mu Jingzhi feel both helpless and distressed.

He didn't touch the little girl's body lightly, he just squatted in front of the little girl, "Luoluo."

"No one will be here..." The little girl finally spoke, her voice hoarse and weak.

(End of this chapter)