Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1911 White Fox (46)

"...Then it seems that there is really a problem here."

"The compass fails..."

An older voice sounded, it seemed to be the leader.

His tone, for no reason, was a little heavy.

"Shouldn't be..."

"Could it be—"

Could it be—Yan Yu?
"Is it what?"

A disciple asked.

"Master, is there a problem here?"

"Hey, do you think... this place is a bit cold?"

"Not to mention, it's really a little bit."

"Hiss... It's really cold when you say that."

Less than ten meters away from the cave, a group of disciples rubbed their arms and looked around.

It always feels weird.

Obviously there is no evil spirit, but I still feel——

strangeness.

It's indescribably strange.

Sun Chun, one of the elders of the Xuanzong sect, was standing in front of the group of disciples, stroking his beard and holding a compass.

His face became a little ugly for no reason.

Hard to see even sweat on the forehead.

He raised his head and looked around.

There are many weeds around, growing tall and messy.

He made a silence gesture, signaling all the disciples to be quiet and not to speak.

His expression was serious.

As if facing a formidable enemy, even taking a step forward is extremely cautious.

Take the compass and carefully discern the direction.

Very quiet.

It's a pity that the compass was disturbed by the magnetic field, and it was already out of control.

He didn't wander around, but just roughly detected the location.

The harder the compass turns, the closer you are to that person...

That means...

Sun Chun looked straight ahead.

Behind the weeds, the cave entrance is faintly exposed.

Quiet, a dead silence.

The eerie cold air seemed to come from there continuously.

Dark and faint, covered by weeds.

It's like a giant python with the mouth of the abyss, lurking there.

As soon as they come near--

There is no doubt that he will die.

Sun Chun immediately opened his arms, forcing everyone to hind legs.

The sound of rustling footsteps was farther away.

Disciples, I don't understand why.

"Master, you are—"

"Shh! Quiet!"

Sun Chun lowered his voice and scolded.

"Don't want to die!?"

Such an appearance of facing a formidable enemy suddenly made all the disciples nervous.

None of them made a sound, and stepped back carefully.

"Master, is that—"

The disciple standing next to Sun Chun also lowered his voice a lot, as if he also guessed who it was.

Sun Chun didn't speak, just clicked, which was regarded as a response.

"..."

It seems that it really is.

Knowing that he was no match, Sun Chun did not intend to run into Yan Yu.

He retreated to a safe distance with all his disciples, and then immediately sent someone to notify the head.

The rest of the people just waited in place, putting on a protective posture.

No one spoke, not even a sound.

Inside the cave, the listening fox shook its sharp ears.

When she didn't hear the sound, she stood up even more.

The big fluffy fox tail behind him unconsciously wanted to flick it too.

As a result, he was entangled by the snake's tail and couldn't move at all.

"..."

After waiting for a while, Yun Si felt something was wrong.

Those people did not approach, nor did they leave.

Standing not far away, it seemed that she had discovered the cave where she was hiding.

...this is bad.

She looked towards the mouth of the cave.

There was still ice condensed there, a thick layer, blocking the outside.

However, how long can that bit of ice hold it off?

Although the disciples of the Xuanzong sect cannot fight, if they unite and form a formation——

I'm afraid the ice won't last.

(End of this chapter)