"I've scattered all my Gu Insects!"
"I've used up all my needles too!"
Shang Xueqing and Li Pu shook their empty bags, both looking rather helpless.
Ye Qianfan glanced at the Mirror of a Hundred Demons and saw that its red line had bottomed out too. "The Magic Treasure has run out of energy as well."
But there were now five more Crying Children inside the Mirror of a Hundred Demons. He wondered whether they had any special abilities besides invisibility. He would try them out when he had the chance!
"How long have we been walking?"
Shang Xueqing asked.
Some color had returned to Shen Lang's face, but weariness still lingered between his brows. "About the time it takes an incense stick to burn. At our pace, we should be out in another incense stick's time!"
"Our Magic Treasures are all spent. Forget another incense stick's time—I doubt we can keep going for even the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!"
Ye Qianfan grumbled helplessly.
And as they slowed to a brief halt, the rustling behind them grew denser once again. Those Ghost Infants would probably be upon them any moment.
"I'll do it!"
Shen Lang said, "I can't keep holding everyone back. I just don't know how long my mental strength will last."
"If I suddenly pass out, drag me along if you can. If you can't..."
"Then get out of here as fast as you can!"
"Uh, well..."
Li Pu wanted to say more, but Shen Lang had already raised the Bone Flute to his lips and begun to play!
The lingering notes of the flute rang out, and sure enough, both the Crying Children and the Ghost Infants following behind them slowed down!
"Everyone, move!"
Since Shen Lang had already decided to sacrifice