the last traverser

"You think you have a lot of people, don't you?" The mocking tone of the possessed coachman made several people in the room feel a sense of crisis. Could it be that the coachman has accomplices?

"Hmph... At least there are more people than you!" Ling'er looked at the coachman with disdain, and slowly slapped the whip in her palm, as if she might strike at any time.

"Then let's compare the number of people!" The coachman didn't pay any attention to Ling'er's words, and there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, and the coachman backed away at this moment.

"you……"

A black figure suddenly appeared by the window, and then one after another, one after another, floated in along the open window.

"No, jump out of the window!" Sikong Jinglian, who was always paying attention to the coachman, felt that something was wrong when the first black shadow floated in. The other party had more helpers than her side, and in the narrow room Fighting is obviously very detrimental to one's own side.

Yu, who hadn't appeared all this time, reacted quickly and hugged Wen Ya who was not far away from him, and jumped out of the window.

Ling'er, who received Sikong Jinglian's words, was not worried at all. Her body was on her brother's body, and her brother was protected by a handsome big brother. Nothing would happen, so it really didn't matter whether she jumped out of the window or not. big.

Sikong Jinglian glanced at Ling'er displeased, not understanding why the little girl didn't listen to her and stayed in the room.

"Are you going or not?" With a hint of impatience in his tone, Sikong Jinglian didn't give Linger a good look. After all, not long ago, Linger kissed Wenya a few times.

"Don't worry about it." Ling'er gave Sikong Jinglian a blank look, but did not leave the room.

Sikong Jinglian, who shot back a few black shadows, ignored Ling'er again, jumped out of the window, and left this room that was not conducive to fighting. He had to find Ya'er quickly. If you encounter any danger, it will be too late for you to regret it.

"Why don't you leave?" There was a hint of doubt in the gray eyes, and the coachman didn't understand why the little girl didn't leave with the few people in front.

"I can leave if I want to, and I won't leave if I don't want to. Can you stop me?" Ling'er twitched the corners of her mouth in disdain, and Ling'er laid her arms around her chest leisurely, leaning against the window, looking at the driver viciously as if she had some evil idea similarly.

"If you want to die, you can't blame me!" A fierce look flashed across the coachman's face, it seemed that the coachman had already murdered Ling'er.

"Really?" A small bell appeared in her hand at some point, and the original whip in Ling'er's hand had disappeared without a trace. ...Um...I don't know which owner left behind the Soul Eater Bell.

"Bell...ring...ring..." The ringing of bells reverberated in the room, and the black shadows that were about to fill the room disappeared one after another into wisps of green smoke.

"What is that?" Looking at the bell in Linger's hand in horror, the coachman felt a heavy sense of crisis. This thing hurt him very much. The coachman only felt that his soul was about to drift away with the ringing of the bell... …

Ling'er looked at the coachman with a smirk, and approached him step by step, and the number of times the Soul Eater bell rang in her hand became more and more...

On the street, after Yu jumped out of the window with Wen Ya in his arms, he was surrounded by a group of ghosts...

Looking warily at the ghosts surrounding him and his master, Yu's eyes were a little dignified. Although he was powerful, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't help the ghosts!

"Quack quack... Take your life!" The dull voice came from the mouth of the ghost floating in the air, one after another, the hollow voice made Yu, a vampire who was not even afraid of death, get goose bumps.

"How is it?" Sikong Jinglian, who jumped from the window right after, just landed on Yu's place, snatching Wen Ya from Yu's arms, Sikong Jinglian asked solemnly, surrounded by the ghosts of his group. It's just too much...

"Where's Linger?" Not worried about her situation, Wen Ya saw that Sikong Jinglian was the only one present, she was concerned about Linger's whereabouts!

The ghost seemed to be very angry at the three people ignoring them, and rushed towards this side one after another...

A shrill voice sounded from the ghosts, Wen Ya coldly glanced at the ghosts surrounding her, although her strength was sealed, she was not to be bullied, the only remaining spiritual consciousness communicated and refused to pay attention to herself Qingxuan Shengqin, Wen Ya intends to teach these ghosts a lesson.

A strange feeling rose from her heart, and Wen Ya suddenly had a premonition that Qingxuan Shengqin would definitely help her this time.

A guqin exuding a simple and simple atmosphere appeared in Wen Ya's hands, and she plucked it lightly a few times. The clear and sweet sound shook people's spirits, and the original fatigue seemed to be swept away.

"Master, let's fight out..." A fierce light flashed in Yu's eyes, the group of things in front of him were really an eyesore, and he really wanted to wipe them all out.

"it is good……"

The three of them surrounded each other back to back, their feather-red robes fluttering, Sikong Jinglian had a serious face, and Wen Ya fiddled with the qin in his hand...

Notes one after another entangled the ghosts surrounding the three people, and those entangled ghosts let out a shrill scream. The sound of "Zi...Zi..." came from the ghosts, which only made people feel a chill .

Under the gentle sound of the piano, the ghosts blocking the way slowly turned into wisps of green smoke, and the surrounding ghosts decreased at a visible speed...

"Brother, I'm here!" An immature voice came from not far away, Wen Ya stopped playing the piano, and the sound of the piano disappeared immediately, and the ghosts that had been gradually retreating surrounded them again.

A few drops of blood flowed from Wen Ya's fingers, and she cast a reproachful glance at Ling'er who appeared not far away, Wen Ya didn't speak, but played the piano again.

"Brother!" Ling'er, who obviously knew that she had disturbed Wen Ya, pursed her lips, and the Soul Eater bell in her hand also started to shake...

The sound of the piano, the sound of the bell, and the screams of ghosts constitute a magnificent movement...