Chapter 4332: Let's be a lonely ghost

The blow of the soul, even if it was the combined blow of her, Gu Lan and Concubine Liang, might not be able to handle it.

The people below, even if they work together, will inevitably end up in death or injury.

But now--

Gu Lan, Concubine Liang and the others got up from the pit in embarrassment, although they were all intact, they were still intact.

On the surrounding ground surface, a lot of minced meat and clothing were scattered, and the smell of blood filled the air.

"We...didn't die?!" Zhancheng looked at himself incredulously, then at the minced meat around him, frowning.

It didn't make sense that others were blasted into scum, and a few of them were standing here unharmed.

There is even no sign of internal injuries!

"It's people who show mercy!"

Gu Lan slapped the dust off her body, and looked up at Ling Luoyu and Soul standing on the edge of the pit.

"Otherwise, we must die!"

"Why? Why didn't he kill us?" Concubine Liang looked suspiciously at the few people who survived.

In addition to a few of them, Ding Buliu is also alive.

However, Jia Guizi's figure disappeared.

At this time, the pasqueflower was half kneeling in a place, while Ding Buliu stood behind him, patted his shoulder with his hand.

"Forget it... Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky! We may just die a while later than him... Maybe in the near future, the three of our brothers will meet again on Huangquan Road!"

The pasqueflower took off his coat and laid it flat on the ground, holding up a pile of flesh and blood on the ground stained with Jia Guizi's clothes in both hands, and placing it carefully on his clothes.

"Old Jia, in this life, our brothers' fate is exhausted. If there is another life, I hope that some of us can still be brothers!"

This is the only thing Jia Guizi left behind. If he lives to take it back, he can only make him a cloak.

After packing his coat, the pasque-headed Weng looked slightly sad, and looked up at the condescending soul.

"Old Jia, you die first, in fact, there are benefits to die first!"

Ding Buliu's side head: "..."

"You are dead, and I and Lao Ding will collect the corpses for you! If we both die... I wonder if anyone will collect the corpses for us!"

After a while, Ding Buliu was also sad: "Lao Bai, everyone is dead, so don't worry about your own affairs! These five of us, maybe we will all end up here... Let's be a lonely soul. ghost!"

There was a sudden pause in his voice, as if thinking of something, his brows frowned, and he took a breath.

"That's not right... How can we both survive? Old Jia is dead!?"

The three of them poured power into Gu Lan's body together.

If we talk about power backlash, then for the three of them, the power they endure is the same.

Even if it was different, it didn't make sense that Jia Guizi was blasted into scum, but they didn't even hurt their fur.

"Yeah..." The pasque-headed man was also aware of this problem, and his heart beat wildly: "We two...Even if we don't die, we will have to be seriously injured to death, how can this be..."

Who is still alive, can you still be sad here?

"Could it be..."

Ding Buliu looked at the soul, his words whirled in his throat, and finally said it.

"Is he... deliberately being merciful and saving us our lives?"

"It makes no sense..."

The white-headed man had a ghostly expression on his face and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Why does he want to save us?"