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Uncle Zhang was the first to walk out of the maze. His feeling of falling did not last long, and his eyes lit up. A severe pain came from his ankle from intimate contact with the ground. He immediately rolled and relieved the impact, and then looked up.

"Hmm? Interesting."

Above is a smooth and flat protruding mountain, and there is no crack that can make him fall. What he is now in is not a cramped tomb, but... an endless bush of flowers.

Above the head are stone walls and larger night pearls, arranged one by one, scattering and illuminating the "flower fields" brightly. The white petals are spreading, like ghosts blooming in the dark night.

It's pretty -- it would be great if he didn't recognize that this is the "ghost tongue" that can learn to speak and emit poisonous mist in Chongyin Mountain.

The appearance of ghost tongue is often accompanied by the guards of bone vines. As expected, Uncle Zhang stared at the root of the ghost tongue for a while and found that it was not that there were no bone vines in the flower field, but that there were too many bone vines, spreading layer by layer on the ground, as dense as soil.

So many flowers that could be fatal at any time were blooming not far away. Uncle Zhang still looked as calm as an old tomb robber. He lame his legs and walked a few steps aside, leaving enough space for the next person to come out, then sat down, pinched his ankles, and exerted force with his fingers - he kept his dislocated wrist bone back with his face.

"Peng!"

"ah!"

The next second, the heavy object landed and the woman's cry of pain sounded at the same time. Uncle Zhang knew who was coming down when he heard the sound. He looked over and saw that Unika's face was slightly twisted and covered her abdomen with red liquid oozing out.

Uncle Zhang sighed: "You can't be careful? If you keep stuffing like this, your intestines will never be able to be stuffed in one go."
Chapter completed!