Chapter 442

Fu Liang Liang Jian knelt on the ground.

Holding the white cloth, tears and snot flowing, crying incessantly, sometimes even crying until he couldn't catch his breath.

The Red-Lipped Female Malevolent couldn't bear to watch.

She had never seen a man cry like this before.

So she pressed her lip print on her hand, wanting to use her power to ease Fu Liang Liang Jian's painful mood.

But Xiong Gang stopped her.

"Just let him cry; if you use this method to force him to ease, after the effect of the flying kiss ends, he will rot all over."

The Red-Lipped Female Malevolent sighed, the red light on her body faded, and Gong Xiujuan changed back.

Wu Xian checked his watch.

There was still time, so let's give Fu Liang Liang Jian some more time.

During the wait.

Wu Xian found that everyone was looking at him, especially the marble girl, who even left Fatty's side and floated behind him, staring straight at him.

She wasn't tall, her head only reaching Wu Xian's waist.

"What is she looking at?"

Wu Xian turned around and looked down, only to see his butt glowing.

After a brief shock, Wu Xian understood that the glowing position was the White Ghost Poker box he had stuffed in his back pocket.

The poker box was glowing!

In other words, this set of constant ornaments had upgraded again.

But why was this!

Wu Xian closed his eyes and pondered; the last upgrade of the White Ghost Poker was before entering this Fudi, when the residual filth in the villa let go of their obsessions and dissipated out of thin air, and the power remaining in their bodies was absorbed into the White Ghost Poker.

Could it be the same situation this time? Those white-cloth malevolent entities should belong to ghosts in terms of species, and they also let go of their obsessions and gained liberation, so the remaining power was absorbed by the White Ghost Poker?

"If that's the case, I can try feeding them some 'chicken soup' when I encounter ghosts in the future; if the ghosts can be sensible and commit suicide, that would be great, and if they refuse to commit suicide, it's not too late to kill them."

The light only lasted for a short while; after the light dissipated, Wu Xian opened his degree certificate and glanced at it; the description of the White Ghost Poker on it was already different from before.

White Ghost Poker: This is a set of poker cards loved by ghosts and possessing eerie power; when you notice this set of poker cards, you are likely being touched by countless ghost palms.

Ability 1: White Card Talisman Library.

Newly acquired talismans will be automatically rubbed onto the White Ghost Poker; for every poker card consumed by releasing a talisman, one usage count of Ghost Touch can be obtained.

Ability 2: Ghost Touch.

For every time you pass through the gate of Lihen Heaven, you can obtain three opportunities to use Ghost Touch; a ghost palm with a length not exceeding 1.2 meters can grow from the poker, and the palm disappears after lasting for three seconds.

The strength of Ghost Touch is very weak, at most able to pick up a cup.

After reading.

Wu Xian was overjoyed.

Now the White Ghost Poker could be considered greatly enhanced; this was equivalent to adding a supernatural power that could be continuously replenished, although it only had the strength to move a cup, if used well, it would be enough to turn the tide of battle.

However, he had used up all three opportunities of Ghost Touch in this Fudi, and if he wanted to obtain more usage opportunities for Ghost Touch, he would have to consume talismans.

After reading the White Ghost Poker.

Wu Xian walked to the front of the work-clothed man, poured a large pot of water using the water bottle found in the Tumble-Corpse, and poured it all over his face.

The black monster was already dead, and the spiritual pollution he suffered should have subsided.

He had to return to the large cavern in a while, so he couldn't let him stay unconscious like this; his body was quite sturdy, so he should be able to carry quite a lot of firewood.

"Ah! What's wrong?"

The work-clothed man had just woken up, his face immediately turned pale, his whole body trembling, subconsciously reaching for the shovel, until he saw everyone's appearance, only then did he realize he was safe.

"Where is this?"

"Can anyone tell me where I fell?" Wu Xian checked his watch.

The remaining burning time of the Fox-Fire Lamp was not much.

If they continued to delay, they might not be able to return to the large cavern before the Fox-Fire Lamp extinguished.

"Our time is not so abundant that we can tell you the ins and outs of the matter one by one; follow us, only by uniting here can we survive."

Then Wu Xian walked behind Fu Liang Liang Jian.

"I should have told you my conjecture as soon as the black monster died; I'm sorry, I let you miss the opportunity to say goodbye to your daughter."

Fu Liang Liang Jian climbed up from the ground.

Wrapped the white bed sheet around his body and tied a knot on his shoulder; although the tears on his face hadn't dried, his eyes were completely different from before.

"No, I want to thank you!"

"I don't want the last father she saw to be a crying mess."

"Let's go back!"

And so.

Everyone embarked on the return journey.

Everyone carried quite a lot of firewood, and the malevolent entities on the road had been cleaned up before, so this return journey was much safer than when they came.

Walking to the second half.

Everyone quickened their pace involuntarily, and in the end, they were even jogging; finally, they returned to the large cavern before the Fox-Fire Lamp extinguished and lit the campfire.

This exploration only took an hour.

But for everyone, it was incomparably long, leaving a deep impression in everyone's heart.

Everyone sat around the campfire.

Taking a short rest, easing the fatigue of spirit and body.

During the rest, Wu Xian roughly told the work-clothed man and the marble girl about the situation in the underground labyrinth.

The marble girl still had a cold face.

But one of her marbles fell to the ground, drawing such traces.

liuil Wu Xian was stunned; what is this thing, is it an emoji? Gong Xiujuan bent down and asked: "Is your name Liuli?"

The marble girl still didn't answer, but the marble was taken back.

Wu Xian's mouth twitched.

He had thought that Du E's ugly handwriting was already invincible.

He didn't expect that this marble girl wouldn't know how to write, and even the pinyin would be written wrong, and what kind of thinking process did Gong Xiujuan have to be able to spell out this wrong pinyin!

But he sighed again.

Liuli didn't know how to write, which meant... she had already become a malevolent entity at an age when she hadn't learned how to write.

Then.

Wu Xian looked at the work-clothed man.

The man looked like the type who wasn't good with words, and had been showing anxiety on the road; seeing Wu Xian look at him, he puffed out his chest and spoke in a loud voice to make himself look confident.

"My name is Xu Meng."

"The coworkers at the mine all call me Xu Bold."

"For the past two days, there have been terrifying strange sounds coming from the mine, scaring the coworkers so much that they didn't dare to work, so the leader asked me and Chen San-Baldy to walk deep into the mine to see what was making that sound."

"Chen San-Baldy always said that my boldness was faked, but we had only walked a short distance when he was almost scared to pee..."

(End of chapter)