Chapter 233: 1.233

"Aunt Wen is me!" Qiao Mu's unique soft voice rang in her ears, which gave Wen Ruwan a boost of energy.

"Qiao Qiao, Qiao Qiao, save me, save me quickly!!" Wen Ruwan grabbed a piece of driftwood like a drowning person, grabbed Qiao Mu's wrist with her backhand, and burst into tears, "You are a mysterious master, you can definitely save me Jojo. Right?"

"Hohohoho!!" The corpse puppet's roar came from downstairs at the right time. The background sound is well matched, it's really good!

Qiao Mu twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, grabbed Wen Ruwan and said anxiously, "Aunt Wen, let's run! I can't beat this monster. It's so strong!"

Wen Ruwan's heart immediately sank little by little.

It's because she thinks too highly of Qiao Mu, a dead girl!

Thinking about it, she is just a seven-year-old child, even if she is a profound teacher, how high can her cultivation be?

Facing a strong corpse puppet, the child must have no way to deal with it. If the corpse puppet catches up later, then she...

A fierce and sinister light flashed across Wen Ruwan's eyes.

No matter what, she can't die! For my own life, I can only push that damn girl, Qiao Mu, out to block her!

Who told her to follow her to seek death! It's all... her! since! try to find! of!

When her life was dying, Wen Ruwan relied on her survival instinct to climb to the top floor of the theater out of breath. She was as exhausted as a dead dog, lying on the railing, wheezing and panting.

There is a high platform and scaffolding on the top floor of the theater building, surrounded by carved fences.

People who watch operas usually sit in the opposite Yating, drink tea and listen to music, and only sit in the open air when the sun is good.

Wen Ruwan grasped the railing and looked down from the high altitude where she was standing. She felt a little dizzy and couldn't stand upright. She hurriedly turned her back and leaned on the railing, holding the railing tightly with both hands, her fingers turned slightly white.

"It, did it catch up, whirrrrr..." Wen Ruwan was sweating profusely and panting non-stop. Because of the violent running, her heart seemed to be jumping out of her chest, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"It seems not." The child looked at her leisurely, and his voice was very calm.

Not to mention panting loudly, the child's paralyzed face, which has remained unchanged for a hundred years, has not even had a slight emotional change, and is as expressionless as ever.

Wen Ruwan seemed to realize something, her pupils shrank suddenly, her hands clasped the rail behind her back tightly, and she stared at the child vigilantly, "You you!"

Is the child a little too calm? Looking into the depths of those dry eyes, Wen Ruwan felt a slight shudder from her soul to her body, and a terrifying emotion spread rapidly in her heart.

"Cough, cough, cough." Wen Ruwan took a breath of air and coughed loudly, "Joe, Qiao Qiao, you... Hehe, is there a way to deal with that corpse puppet down there? Don't lie to Aunt Wen Ah, hoo hoo."

"There is no way." The child walked towards her side slowly, stepping on, every small step seemed to land on Wen Ruwan's heart, making her heart shudder, and her eyelids twitching non-stop.

At this time, a roar came from the entrance of the top floor.

Wen Ruwan's nerves tensed up, and she yelled at Qiao Mu, "Qiao Qiao, come to me quickly! It's here, it's chasing after you!"

Damn, this kid seems so calm, she has to hold her firmly in her hands.

I heard that when the corpse puppet is devouring one person's corpse, it doesn't pay much attention to other people around it...