The dried-up corpse's eyes suddenly burst with red light, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying in the night.
Little one and Beibei lay quietly on the ground, not daring to move an inch. In fact, it was Beibei's idea, as she said that as long as they didn't move, the other party wouldn't see them.
Little Irene was doing all right; she hid behind Ling Yun, sticking her head out from time to time to watch with curiosity.
Demon Moon Empress drew Lady Qin and immediately plucked the strings.
The airwaves formed a male lion. The power was so great that the air could barely withstand it, crackling loudly.
What a pity...
She missed completely!
Because the dried-up corpse seemed to be issuing a warning, and also seemed to be handing down a death sentence—in short, it meant that Ling Yun and the others could not escape death.
Damn it!
Demon Moon Empress stepped forward to take a look, only to find not a single trace left behind. She was instantly furious at having wasted one of her moves.
Pei Pei said with a pale face, "Could this place really be haunted by things like this? It looks like Immortal Emperor eighteen."
Demon Moon Empress didn't look too good either. She glanced at Ling Yun, but the latter remained completely calm, currently comforting the little ones. Only Long Yanran knew that Ling Yun was just testing them.
Otherwise?
That terrifying fellow from just now would have long since taken its box lunch and departed.
"It's getting late, all of you go to sleep," Ling Yun said indifferently, his deep eyes carrying a hint of mystery.
"Daddy, I'm scared," Little one mumbled with a pout.
Long Yanran amusedly said, "Look at Beibei, she isn't scared at all. What are you afraid of?"