Women dressed as men: My executive officer is so handsome

"It's okay. I'm the strongest in the team."

The boy's long eyelashes fluttered up and down, and his dark and deep pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making it impossible to see through them.

At this moment, Zeng Jiandong finally understood one thing...

He hugged her thighs.

"Let's go, continue to lead the way."

He raised his chin slightly and met Lu Mao's gaze. The fierce look in his eyes was no longer concealed, and a sense of oppression came over the young man.

It's a command, not a request.

"well."

Lu Mao responded, his expression a little broken, and walked in front of the team.

Seeing that it was very sensible, Wang Zi did not do anything extra and continued to follow quietly.

He originally wanted to hide his strength, but unfortunately he was unlucky.

But since plans cannot keep up with changes, he can only change to the next step.

……

Huge walls built of stones stood tall, separating the spaces one after another. In the dark maze, only the torches on the walls were burning with strange blue flames, flickering.

The dim different beams of light tore the shadows of Wang Zi and the other person into several pieces. Three footsteps echoed in the empty curved corridor, and 'Lu Mao' continued to lead the way.

The young man with a low ponytail had an indifferent expression, and his eyes were fixed on the shadowless ghost in front of him with ambiguous expressions.

Zeng Jiandong was quiet and didn't dare to speak, his nerves were tense and he didn't dare to relax for a moment.

Maybe it was because it was leading the way, they didn't encounter any other ghosts along the way, and Zeng Jiandong relaxed his vigilance a little.

After going around in circles for a while, 'Lu Mao' suddenly stopped.

Wang Ziqing narrowed his eyes and reached out to stop Zeng Jiandong who was about to move forward.

“You’re not leaving…?” Zeng Jiandong turned around and whispered.

Wang Zi glanced at him and raised his chin towards the 'Lu Cat' standing upright in front of him.

What...does it mean...

Zeng Jiandong retracted his legs and swallowed.

He looked over carefully in the direction Wang Zi was looking, only to see that 'Lu Mao' was still standing there motionless.

Arrived...already? ...It can't be so smooth...

Or……

"clatter……"

“Da da…da…”

Before Zeng Jiandong could think about it further, footsteps were suddenly heard in the dim corridor in front of him.

His nerves tensed up instantly and he immediately looked up at Wang Zi beside him.

"Gone..." Wang Zi spoke softly. Even though his voice was small, it still sounded particularly loud in this place.

"What...what's missing..." Zeng Jiandong immediately turned his head and looked around, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead again.

When he looked forward, he saw that the place where 'Lu Mao' was supposed to be standing was empty.

"What..." He thought he had seen it wrong, so he rubbed his eyes and looked again.

Such a big ghost...just disappeared?

“Da…da…”

The sound of footsteps in the distance brought his thoughts back. Zeng Jiandong's brain was burning from overuse.

"W-what's that sound..."

The young man looked at the corner in the distance, his Adam's apple rolling, and responded.

“Footsteps.”

Very familiar footsteps.

He seemed to have heard it countless times, so familiar with it that he could even clearly count the time when the next footsteps would appear, its pause, its strength...

The blue will-o'-the-wisp flickered, as if celebrating his arrival.

"clatter……"

Accompanied by a strong, pungent smell of rust, sticky and disgusting, it permeates the air.

"clatter……"

A pair of slender legs first entered Wang Zi's field of vision.

"clatter……"

Next, the hands.

The hand with distinct joints was as white as a real work of art. Blood flowed down from the forearm, gathered on the fingers and dripped onto the ground.

'He' turned the corner and stood in the backlight.

The blue light outlined his perfect figure, from head to toe.

'He' was holding a bloody head, his pupils, which had not yet closed, widened widely. He looked over quietly and met Wang Zi's gaze.

Zeng Jiandong suddenly turned around and looked at the indifferent young man beside him, and the last line of defense in his heart finally collapsed.