Chapter 7 Careless Prevention

Just as Feng Junyang racked his brains to escape, Mei Lanyue whispered a few words to Ye Xuanji. Ye Xuanji stroked Mei Lanyue's hair, nodded gently, and then let go of Mei Lanyue and entered a secret road next to him!

After Mei Lanyue waited for Ye Xuanji to enter, the style came to the wind step by step!

This time, Ye Xuanji was not present, and she showed her true face more unscrupulously. In the mist, she saw that her face suddenly turned black and purple, her eyes flashed red, and the hair on her forehead slowly turned red...

Feng Junyang wanted to run away, but he felt that he was sucked by Mei Lanyue, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead... Mei Lanyue got closer and closer... Feng Junyang could breathe the turbid air spewed out of her mouth! The tip of her nose just touched his face!

"Little apprentice..." She spoke! The two rows of white teeth closed one by one, and a turbid air came to his face, and Feng Junyang smelled the smell of dead people! The smell of rotting corpses! He forced his stomach not to irritate the demon. The mouth continued, "The flower slave asked you to go with him to see. Did the six fools catch fish back..."

He can't believe his ears! This evil spirit let him go out with the flower slave!

Mei Lanyue saw Feng Junyang's face like dust, stretched out his dark hand, touched his face, and whispered vaguely, "Look at me, isn't it charming? Little apprentice...ah! I almost forgot that it's time for me to eat pastries.

After saying that, Mei Lanyue screamed, and her charcoal black hands touched her face and shouted, "Flower! Flower slave! I'm hungry!"

At this time, the flower slave had arrived at Mei Lanyue's side and respectfully handed over a round bowl. Mei Lanyue couldn't wait to grab it, and the hungry ghost poured the things in the round bowl into his mouth!

Only a burst of chewing sound, and bright red juice flowed from the corners of Mei Lanyue's mouth. She greedily stretched out her long tongue, licked her mouth, closed her eyes and gently shook her head, as if she were tasting the delicacies.

Feng Junyang was stunned! With the movement of swallowing, Mei Lanyue's face gradually changed, and her charcoal-black hands began to turn white as usual. After a while, she returned to her beautiful appearance just now!

It must not be an illusion this time! Feng Junyang felt that there was something sticky on his face that had just been touched by Mei Lanyue, which seemed to be rotten flesh and blood!

"Flower slave! Hurry up and see if the six fools have come back from catching fish! Are you going to starve me to death?" Mei Lanyue said fiercely to Hua Nu, turned around and met Feng Junyang charmingly, smiled faintly, and whispered:

"Little apprentice, look at me now..."

Feng Junyang no longer dared to meet her eyes. He concluded that Mei Lanyue was a ghost! At this time, Master Ye Xuanji came out of the dark and waved his hand to catch the moon! Mei Lanyue immediately withdrew her charm and walked past gracefully.

It's over, and the master didn't see the ghost of Mei Lanyue!

Feng Junyang was still standing on the spot. Hua Nu came over and grabbed his hand and walked out. Then he realized and ran out with Hua Nu!

His heart hung in his throat, and he was afraid that Mei Lanyue would change his mind and chase him. He didn't care whether it was an abandoned master or not. He just wanted to go out quickly, get out of this cave, leave this place of right and wrong, and find a master to collect the evil ghost!

That short journey seemed to never be finished. In the dark, he held Hua Nu's hand tightly. This pair of small and dry hands made him feel more or less real in his heart. His intuition told himself that Hua Nu is not a ghost! He is going to take the flower slave out of here!

Finally, Feng Junyang saw the starlight in the sky, and the breeze brushed his face. He smelled the summer night, the soil mixed with the smell of flowers and plants, and there was a faint sound of mountain springs running in his ear. He came out!

But he was happy too early!

He immediately found that he stood on a bare cliff, which could only accommodate a few people! Looking down, the valley is dark and bottomless!

There is a cliff in the front and a devil in the back. Feng Junyang finally realized the dilemma!

He turned his eyes to the flower slave who saved him.

The flower slave beside him tilted his head and looked at him. His wrinkled face suddenly became ferocious and horrible, and his eyes became extremely fierce, as if to say, "Where are you still fleeing?"

Hua Nu muttered something, and his eyes forced him step by step with vigilance!

Feng Junyang has never been so desperate! He retreated alertly, one step, two steps, three steps... One foot has been put on the edge of the cliff, and one step back is the abyss! His body shook helplessly like a dead leaf in the wind, and his body fell back and was about to fall down!

At the critical moment, Hua Nu suddenly reached out and grabbed Feng Junyang's arm! The little flower slave didn't know where it came from and pulled Feng Junyang back from the ghost gate! He broke out in a cold sweat and almost became the seventh fool in the valley.

Hua Nu did not let go, grasped Feng Junyang's right arm tightly, continued to mutter something, and quickly rolled up the sleeve of Feng Junyang's right arm!

It's over! Does he want to suck his own blood?

Hua Nu did not suck blood, but turned his handsome right arm over and over, shaking his head while saying something. What is he looking for? A small suspicion rose in Feng Junyang's heart. Could it be that he was looking for...

It's risky. Anyway, it's all a death. It's better to figure it out. He pulled his sleeves a little higher. Under the faint moonlight, he saw a blood-red plum blossom blooming above his right arm!

"Are you looking for this?" He saw Hua Nu's expression suddenly become excited. His short body jumped around on the narrow cliff, and the fish's mouth was opened to the maximum, making a horrible low roar!

"How do you know that I have a plum birthmark on my body?" He is puzzled. When Huanu heard his words, he stopped jumping, and his eyes became confused again. He stretched out his hand and walked towards Feng Junyang!

Mei Lanyue, plum birthmark? Isn't Mei Lanyue looking for someone with a plum birthmark to eat? Except for his parents, only Master Ye Xuanji knows the plum birthmark on his body. How can he also know it now? No wonder Master tried his best to bring himself to this ghost valley and avoided Mei Lanyue when he wanted to harm him. It turned out that he was going to give Mei Lanyue a full meal!

He once read in a book. The most powerful ghost, non-human and non-ghost, famous Rasha, male ghosts with black hair and red eyes, and green female ghosts are like delicate women, semi-naked, seductive with color, specializing in eating human flesh!

This Mei Lanyue has the characteristics of both male and female Rasha, and I'm afraid he is the most powerful villain!

What should I do now? Master can't believe it, and the flower slave can't believe it anymore! The only way is to jump off this cliff. Anyway, it's better to gamble!

He turned his heart, closed his eyes, and stepped out with one foot...

A sudden burst of deafening laughter came from the bottom of the valley, and the laughter was getting closer and closer, mixed with chatter quarrels:

"Fool! You bit my leg!"

" Spit! I said why it tastes tasteless and stinks!"

"Big tongue, lift it back a little, and the weight is all over me!"

"I...I...I...I'm the least, you...you...bullying...I..."

"Stupid, do you think these fish are fresh or not? Does the owner like them?"

“......”

Six idiots are back!

Feng Junyang's heart rose again with a glimmer of vitality. Six fools are stupid and stupid. After a while, they can use them to incite them to attack the flower slaves together so that they can find a chance to escape.

I was thinking about how to incite the six ghosts. The flower slave behind him kicked his buttocks with all his strength. How could he be prepared? The body flew down the cliff like fallen leaves!

There is a whirring wind in his ear. How can he have time to think about it at this moment? I don't have time to recall more than 20 years of life, and I don't have time to sigh. There is only one thought that I am about to die. What should I do with my parents thousands of miles away...

Thinking of his aging parents, two lines of tears flowed from his eyes, and he muttered: "Farewell..."