"Xing Ling, is there any way to deal with the ghosts?" Gao Feng has no choice but to consult her. Anyway, he's going to get the guillotine.

Xing Ling brushed her hair, which was hanging over her shoulder, with a beautiful look and a kind of charm. After a moment of silence, he said: "there is no other way. This is a Juyin Pavilion. These spirits are all transformed by the Yin Qi here. The person who built Juyin Pavilion is afraid that he has no good intention. "

"what about that?" Gao Feng watched anxiously. Even if he was desperate, he would get the Bing gun.

"if you break...