Chapter 787 (1/2)

”Sobbing...” a burst of weeping slowly approached with the wind. The voice was like crying, very sad, making people feel cold and shivering.

Shen Feng was not afraid of these things, but frowned. He had a hunch that it was not easy here.

As a person of Xuanyin sect, Yin Yue was naturally not afraid,

Jiang Wenhao's heart was scared to death, ”Shua”, and the cold sweat couldn't help flowing down. But there was a faint presence with Shen Feng here. He couldn't lose his face and could only swallow his saliva silently, pretending to look around calmly.

Some things may be nothing if you are not afraid, but the more you think about them, the more afraid you are, the more you think about them, the more you can enlarge the fear in your heart infinitely.

Shen Feng saw the tension in Jiang Wenhao's heart, so the corners of his mouth raised slightly. It's time to give him a ”lesson”.

”Jiang, leader Jiang, behind you...” Shen Feng stared and pointed to the direction behind Jiang Wenhao.

At this time, Jiang Wenhao tilted to Shen Feng. After listening to Shen Feng's words, an already nervous heart immediately mentioned to his throat. He screamed, subconsciously pulled out the dagger in his waist, and then turned around suddenly.

But behind him was empty and there was nothing.

Jiang Wenhao's first reaction was not anger, but a long sigh of relief. Due to excessive tension, he had forgotten to be angry. Now nothing is better than anything.

However, Shen Feng and Yan Yue's pupils suddenly shrunk, because a faint white smoke quietly circled behind Jiang Wenhao and gradually gathered into a human shape.

Xuanyin sect would create hallucinations by some means, but it was obviously not in front of her. Yan Yue was still young and met this kind of thing for the first time. Although she was nervous, she was much calmer than ordinary people,

Just as she was about to make a sound to remind Jiang Wenhao, Shen Feng flashed out and pressed it on her shoulder, and then made a silent gesture to signal her not to make a sound.

Yan Yue nodded and touched her hand to her waist

About a second or two later, Jiang Wenhao broke away from his nervous mood and was replaced by anger. At the moment he turned around, a pale and ferocious face came into view, and his face full of resentment stared at him tightly.

”Oh, my God!” The line of defense just built in Jiang Wenhao's heart suddenly collapsed. With a ghost cry, he immediately retreated back.

This is the construction site. There are potholes everywhere. Although he didn't stand at the edge of the pit, he stepped empty and fell directly.

Before he got up, the face approached in an instant. At the same time, he felt his breath stagnate and his neck seemed to be strangled by something.

Jiang Wenhao's skill is also good, but now he has only fear in his heart. He forgot everything and just struggled desperately.

”Demon, look at the knife!” A scorn came into my ears.

Yan Yue rushed up with a dagger in her hand, and the dagger flashed a sharp light and directly stabbed the white fog, which didn't hide at all, and let it stab.

”Brush!”

Yan Yue's dagger went straight through its body and almost stabbed Jiang Wenhao.

”What!” Yan yuemian was surprised, and she suddenly remembered that the white fog was the same as her state of ”soul separation”, and ordinary attacks didn't work for it at all.

”Get out of the way!” A low roar came from behind Yan Yue.