It looked like a dark cloud from a distance, but I knew that it was a compressed ghost gas that was spreading across the city.
Wherever the ghost energy goes, new demons and ghosts are dropped into the Underworld City. Will the original ghost residents be affected by the ghost energy? It is still unknown.
"I guess, it will take about three hours to spread to the whole city." Jiang Qiba looked at the horizon from a distance and gave an estimate.
My heart jumped heavily. Jiang Qiba was the same as I thought. Based on the speed of the black air, it would be about three hours. By then, the city of Underworld will be completely enveloped by ghost energy, leaving no dead ends.
Our location is far away from the ghost gas birth area, and only has a three-hour buffer time, but the area where the ghost gas appears is estimated to have become hell. I just don’t know if the four patrol teams are out of luck. Where are you
This is not something I can take care of.
I turned my head and looked up at the big letter above the door of the hotel, Jingmang Hotel.
That's right, this five-star hotel is such a name.
Retracting my gaze, I know in my heart that Jingmang Hotel is our battle fortress. Whether we can hold it here or not determines the success or failure of the first round of the parade.
In the past few days, several wizards and I have used our best efforts to transform the tens of stories high and large Crystal Mans hotel into a fort guarded by multiple magic circles, and equipped with certain illusions. .
After the magic circle is opened, the demons and ghosts will subconsciously ignore this.
This refers to low-level ghosts. Once ghosts above the real ghost realm emerge, the illusion skills here will not necessarily be able to flicker. When the time comes, it will be a battle of life and death.
I only hope that with so many magic circles, it can be delayed for a certain period of time, as long as the last 60 hours are consumed, it has already won.
There are no living persons among the staff on duty in the Jingmang Hotel, they are all ghost residents. I hope they will not go crazy under the influence of ghosts, otherwise, I can only be ruthless.
I waved my hand to Jiang Qiba's imitation man, motioning to enter and talk.
The lobby manager of Jingmang Hotel greeted us, and bowed halfway with a smile before saying a word, and respectfully invited us in. The sisters on both sides of the gate were dressed up and bowed together.
They are shouting welcome, although they are all ghosts, but they are also pleasing to the eye, but how can I appreciate it at the moment
After hurriedly entering the hotel, he headed to the small bar on the second floor. Xu Fulong and Sun Kun were all gathered here waiting for me.
Even some of the guests gathered in the small bar on the second floor. Seeing me leading Jiang Qiba in, they all stood up and looked.
Sun Kun was standing in front of the window with the black curtain opened, and he stared at the'dark cloud' slowly approaching in the distance.
There were three people standing next to Sun Kun, two women and one man. They all looked into the distance through the window. Even if I walked in, the four fellow daoists didn't mean to greet him.
Xu Fulong approached and said softly, "Brother Du, it's the beginning, right?"
His tone trembled a little.
I nodded heavily, and signaled Jiang Qiba to continue to follow Xu Fulong to protect Xu Fulong's safety.
This old boy living alone is equivalent to ten living goals surviving, and key protection should also be given.
After seeing Jiang Qiba, who was following him indistinctly, Xu Fulong's nervousness was relieved and he thanked him in a low voice.
"Bring them by your side." I pointed to Aunt Zhao and Chen Luoying, Xu Fulong understood what I meant, walked over, sat with the mother and daughter, Jiang Qiba naturally followed.
Aunt Zhao's beautiful eyes flashed, as if she understood something, she nodded to me from a distance, with gratitude in her eyes.
I waved my hand indifferently, motioned to the big guy to be casual, and walked towards the four fellow Taoists.
It wasn't until I walked behind them that the woman in her thirties was the first to speak, but she turned her back to me and did not turn her head, only to see the tall bun.
Her voice is very difficult and special, to put it simply, it is a baby's voice.
But she herself is a woman in her thirties. This image has a baby-like sound, which is quite contradictory, but inexplicably with a unique charm.
"Friend Jiang, although you don’t say anything, the poor nun always feels that something big will happen immediately, and hopes that the illusion caused by his too keen nerves, until he sees the ghost over there, I know it, far more than imagined. It’s serious. Now that Daoist Jiang still can’t say a few words? Kindness, kindness, my Buddha is merciful."
Depressed
The baby's voice reached my ears, and the woman turned around to look.
Her appearance is medium-to-high, with a dignified and generous temperament, with no traces of makeup on her face, and a pure natural face that reveals compassion and a certain kind of majesty.
Although this person is dressed in casual clothes, he is actually a Buddhist nun with hair and spiritual practice, so he would call himself a'poor nun'.
She was practicing in the mortal world, and she accidentally blended into the handshake meeting I promoted.
This is a powerful nun who has reached the mid-stage of tower casting.
Her law name is'Jue Zi'.
The nun's sacred name may be true, but the travels in the Underworld City must be a memory tampered by the Yin Division. Her real origins are impossible to know in front of her.
I just hope she doesn't come from the Buddhism sect with whom I have a grudge. After all, it was a pleasant time for us to cooperate with China during this period of time.
"Master Juezi, I'm very sorry, even now, I can't say much, but I won't interfere with your random thoughts!"
I deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the last four words.
Sun Kun and the others shook their bodies together and turned to look at me one after another.
The 50-year-old man on the left of Sun Kun wears a Tibetan Tang suit with cloth shoes under his feet. His face is thin, his nose is very tall, his temples are white, his face is wrinkled, and the lines on his nose are very obvious. He was stubborn and stubborn, this was a Yin-Yang mage, called the "Golden Lingzi" in the Tao.
His portable equipment is a golden bell, very powerful. In addition, it has a mid-term cultivation base for the casting tower. This cultivation base is not high or low, but it is not difficult to mix a small reputation.
In fact, Jin Lingzi is a small name in the Fang Inner World, his origin is different from what I heard right now, this is because the Yin Division changed his memory.
Of course, I know the whole story in my heart, but I can't say it clearly.
The tall lady on the right of Sun Kun is relatively young, about twenty-five or sixty years old. She has a super good figure, but she is not outstanding in appearance. She is named Shi Yue and is a casual practitioner. It is the lowest cultivation level among the four daoists.
Compared to Sun Kun and their calmness, Shi Yue, who was much younger, was obviously uncomfortable, and his eyes flashed with panic and fear from time to time.
(End of this chapter)