Chapter 5679: Trap
Following Pi Rong's guidance, the three turned a mountain and entered the depression.
Compared to the icy surroundings, although the north wind is blowing here, the temperature is significantly higher.
Even the wind blew on his face without the sharp pain.
Pi Rong glanced around and frowned: "They haven't arrived yet..."
There was silence for two seconds, and then he raised his head and looked at it.
"They...nothing will happen, right?"
Feng Chenglin found a stone and sat down: "Did you hear anything?"
"……No……"
"Then it won't be over!" Feng Chenglin shook the mud on his shoes: "If what you said is true, then you didn't hear any movement, it's just quiet, if you hear someone yelling..."
"what……"
A shrill woman screamed loudly.
Feng Chenglin's movements suddenly stiffened, and immediately raised his eyebrows: "It must... this is embarrassing!"
Before I finished speaking, I thought of something, and suddenly slapped myself.
"My crow's mouth..."
The good is not effective, the bad is very effective.
Hearing the movement, it was Yan Ziyue's cry.
If that voice goes down, even if it's okay, it's okay.
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On the snowy ground, in a big deep pit, Yan Ziyue was weeping.
Her foot was stuck on a trap. Fortunately, the trap was homemade and made of bamboo. Even if it stuck her ankle, it didn't hurt her skin.
Mo You jumped down, frowning and looked around: "Who would get a... animal trap here?"
"Who are you asking?"
Zhou Yan jumped down and helped him pull the animal trap away, pulling out Yan Ziyue's leg.
"This is something from your Mo family. It appeared. It should be explained by the Mo family, right?"
"I asked because this thing is useless at all!"
Mo You threw the trap out of the pothole, and stood up.
Zhou Yan: "..."
what!
This guy went up by himself!
Yan Ziyue didn't even carry it.
What do you mean by picking it down?
Just for that trap?
But Mo You was already half kneeling on the ground at this time, studying the trap, as if he hadn't noticed the expressions of Yan Ziyue and Zhou Yan at all.
"Miss Yan, how about..."
Zhou Yan gestured and asked.
Yan Ziyue subconsciously hid her left hand on her waist and nodded: "Trouble..."
The trap did not hurt her bones, but when she fell, she did sprain her ankle.
Zhou Yan smiled politely, picked her up, flew up, and gently put her down.
"Can you go?"
"Can you?" Yan Ziyue was not sure when he returned.
With her ability, it might be no problem to walk on the ground.
But climbing the mountain--
"From the point of view of damage and decay, this trap will not take too long to be laid, at most not more than three years, because the surrounding ropes are not completely rotten!
Mo You got up, frowning.
"The strange thing is that, let alone three years, it's thirteen years, and I haven't heard of anyone breaking into the ghost gate again..."
Some things, at the very beginning, always arouse some curiosity.
But with the passage of time, death permeated the ghost gate, and everything would return to ordinary.
If in the first few years, there may be some people who do not know how to die, who will come in to find secrets, brush up on the excitement, and try to prove their ability.
But so many years have passed, and so many people have died, why are there people who want to get in?
