"Niangniang......"

"Dad..."

suddenly, Yan Ruolin and others heard the call of the two little ghosts, looked at each other, and hurried out.

"jue'er, ye'er!"

"father, mother!" As soon as they saw Yan Ruolin and Murong Hao, the two little ghosts flew over.

"yes!" Qingjian also dragged his weak body to come over.

"why don't you have a good rest?" Murong Hao frowned and looked at the blood oozing from Qingjian. He could not help blaming.

"some people came to report that many of our brothers died in front of Guanyin Temple in the west of the city. I didn't trust to bring someone to have a look. Shizi and the...