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Chapter two thousand and forty-five horror ghosts

"Come here!"

Seeing Yang Zipei's ghost standing still, the others also shouted anxiously.

However, Yang Zipei shook his head, his expression extremely difficult.

"What's wrong with him?"

Lu Fan noticed something was wrong and asked with a frown.

Huang Bin also looked at her with a confused look on his face, and was a little confused about her current situation.

"No, there seems to be a very terrifying ghost aura here."

Wenren Mu Xue, who had not opened her mouth for a long time, suddenly said in a deep voice.

"What?"

Before Lu Fan and others could react.

I saw a pale face suddenly appearing behind Yang Zipei!

That face was extremely pale.

His face and facial features all look extremely hideous and terrifying!

It was like a devil suddenly poked his head out of the abyss of hell, and it was amazingly terrifying!

"Damn!"

Huang Bin is closest to him and is also scared the most.

He was so scared that he sat on the ground, his face pale, screaming and retreating.

"You, what kind of monster are you?"

He looked at the pale face in horror, and his whole body was trembling violently.

Jiang He and others were also shocked.

However, when they saw this human face clearly, an extremely strange expression appeared on their faces.

They all seemed to have seen this human face.

"Yes, it's him!"

Jiang He was the first to react.

The others also contracted their pupils!

Especially Wen Ren Mu Xue, her eyes were staring at the pale face, and her expression seemed to be unable to believe her eyes!

"You are still here and haven't left?"

She murmured at the human face and trembled.

"Why should I leave?"

The human face spoke.

That gloomy voice that sounds uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Every word said, it was like shaved hard on the blackboard with your fingernails, making you feel goosebumps all over your body and tremble from the depths of your soul!

"You all know him?"

Lu Fan noticed the reaction on these people's faces and asked in confusion.

"We've seen it, we've seen it more than just…"

Jiang He murmured and said, "That man in white, that sword immortal, is the man who died in the hand. He cut off the head of the man in white with his own hands!"

"boom!"

A word was like a flat thunder, which made Lu Fan not react for a long time.

He stared at the white face in a daze: "You mean, the man in white died after being killed by this man?"

He is not afraid, this matter.

But if this is true, then how terrifying the strength of this white-faced man would be?

These people together are probably no match for him.

Why is such a monster existed in the abyss of this Shifang City?

"Black Sandstorm..."

Lu Fan was suddenly stunned and he reacted a little.

"Haha, I didn't expect that you would actually summon souls here."

The white-faced man sneered and said, "I really didn't expect that in front of the orphans of Shifang City, you would dare to use the means of summoning your friends in this secret realm of Ziyue Valley?"

"Don't you know that in this Shifang City, besides you lonely ghosts, we are also trapped here for thousands of years. Today, we finally see the day of regaining vitality?"
Chapter completed!
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