cough!

Whether you can get out of this ghost place alive depends on whether the puppet can last up the damage.

Fortunately, the puppet still didn't move until Mark slowly closed the door of the ballroom.

He maintained his demeanor and walked away slowly. After guessing that the puppet would not come after him, he started running quickly.

I really want to spew out all the dirty words I know, but I'm afraid that some ghost will come after me.

What I finally hummed was a classic Chinese song passed down by my grandfather:

"Cut the devil's head with the big knife..."

After traveling through time, he did not dare to shout out any words using the language knowledge left to him by the original owner. He could only bully the ghosts here who did not understand, and at the same time embolden himself.

After running out of that damn underground dance hall, it was a bit detoured, but at least he found his way to the ground.

Unfortunately, the kerosene lamp burned out the last drop of kerosene. Mark threw away the lantern and ran away in the dim moonlight.

He ran towards the direction he came from based on his vague and fragmented memories. The scene in front of him became blurred, and even the sound of the wind sounded like a ghost crying.

Even if he saw a former companion who had become eighteen yuan worth of money on the side of the road, he wouldn't care about touching the body and would run out like crazy.

When he ran to the gate at the edge of the castle in embarrassment, feeling that the dawn of survival was in front of him, suddenly an exaggerated wind blew up in front of him...
Chapter completed!