Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 213 The Mausoleum of the Holy Ancestor [31]

He frowned, how could there be a burning smell in this ghostly place?Could it be that his nose really had an illusion?

Mingo the lacquer carving shook his head vigorously. He thought that maybe his sense of smell had failed due to the rancid smell, so he had the illusion, but why did he feel the burning smell getting stronger and stronger?

Mingo the lacquer carving tried to sniff his nose, trying to find where the smell came from.
He is like a police dog that catches the criminal's breath, trying to find where the criminal is by following the scent.

Finally, Mingo Lacquer came to the huge rattan ball entwined with blood thorns, and he smelled the scorched smell coming from inside.

Mingo, the lacquer carving, stopped in disbelief. He looked at the sepak takraw ball that smelled of burning, with a dull expression on his face.

She remembered that Mo Fenghua was bathed in the flames, could it be... Could it be that she is not dead now, not only is she not dead, but she is still trying to get rid of the blood thorns?

After being dazed for a while, Ming Ke gradually noticed that there seemed to be...a very faint, faint black smoke wafting from the rattan ball.

Seeing this, Qi Diao Ming Ke's mood suddenly became agitated, a smile appeared on his face involuntarily, his heart was excited, and he even wanted to shout out to the doctor.

It was like a faint ray of light shining in the long darkness.

The news that Mo Fenghua is not dead makes Qi Diao Mingke very happy, very happy.

Even he himself didn't expect that he would be so happy when he knew that Mo Fenghua might still be alive, he couldn't restrain it, he was really happy.

It was at this moment that Mingo Qidiao realized that Mo Fenghua was not trying to kill himself, but was dying to survive, trying to defeat an enemy hundreds of times stronger than her.

At this point, Qi Diao Ming Ke had to admit that he lost to Mo Fenghua's courage.

That kind of bravery without fear.

Ming Ke, the lacquer carving, regained his energy. Mo Fenghua could make such a decision. As a big man, he can no longer be timid. Even if he can't eliminate the thornbush immediately, as long as he has the determination, he will surely succeed.

When the lacquer carving Mingke worked, a black mist like thick ink slowly evaporated from his body, and the black mist gradually covered the takraw ball. He was planning to attack Mo Fenghua inside and out.

The combined strength of two people is stronger than one person.

I don't know how long it took for the outermost thorn vines to become wilted, and the smoke from the inside has gradually increased a lot, and the black smoke drifted out, filling the empty hall.

With the concerted efforts of the two, the huge sepak takraw ball began to shrink. Although the speed was very slow, it was still effective.

Qi Diao Mingke said in his heart: No matter what, we have to stick to the end... not just for the task entrusted by the master, but also... only when we see Mo Fenghua alive can we rest assured.

Time passed slowly in stalemate...

It may have only been a few hours, or it may have been a few days outside. In short, when Ming Ke Qidiao exhausted his last breath of strength, when the entire empty hall was filled with a strong burning atmosphere that made it difficult to breathe, he still When there was black smoke that could already block his sight, he finally saw the person wrapped in blood thorns in the middle.

The last thorn entangled her body was burned to ashes, and her body suddenly fell down on the thick ashes that could submerge her ankles.

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(End of this chapter)