Mu Chudi's heart is more alarmed. Now she is like a dying prey, waiting for the arrival of the God of death.

In the face of darkness and unknown circumstances, people are under great mental pressure. A little wind will frighten them, let alone make such a big move.

Muchu's flute screamed, his little hand gripped the door frame dead, and he dared not move.

The wind blew and hid, and she seemed to hear someone calling her name.

"Mu Chudi, are you in it?"

There was a gust of wind, and when it weakened, Mu Chudi finally heard it clearly.

She exclaimed in surprise, "Yes, I'm in it."

That...