Chapter 13 Yihongyuan Hotel (12)

Yuan Qingli has never been so embarrassed when running 800 meters, because there is no ghost chasing her behind 800 meters, and she can slow down and rest for a few seconds from time to time.

Black hair soaked in cold sweat fell down on her chest, covering half of her face in a mess from running.

He has considerable hair and a pale complexion, looking more like a ghost.

The black hat ghost looked down at her and planned with great interest what to do with the food: "What an enviable piece of seaweed. It would also be nice to make seaweed soup later."

When Yuan Qingli thought of that scene, she felt sick in her stomach, as if there were countless hairs stuck in her throat, unable to swallow or spit out.

The black-hatted ghost stretched out his hand that turned into black mist and lifted Yuan Qingli's hair from his forehead, smiling faintly: "Ah~ the taste is definitely delicious, I can't wait~"

There is a kind of person who, in a desperate situation, will turn the desperate situation into a flower and bring happiness to his soul.

Yuan Qingli is this kind of person.

Even though my shoulders are heavy at this moment and my bones are piercing cold.

She never stopped thinking about it. She couldn't count on a level 1 swordsman, so she had to rely on herself.

A small but bright thought passed through her mind.

The black hat ghost clung to the ceiling like a spider, surrounded by black mist. The slowly falling dust made Yuan Qingli want to blow it with several air purifiers.

Yuan Qingli looked at Comrade Sword Immortal who was three steps away. Why didn't the black hat ghost attack him? Is it because he was a prop?

This differential treatment is exactly what she wants.

Yuan Qingli shouted: "Mu Yingshan, help me get a minute!"

Mu Yingshan heard this and nodded slightly. Cooperating with her at the beginning, helping her, and slowly taking off her guard is also a way.

Mu Yingshan's reaction speed is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The sword in his arms was unsheathed - there was a clanging sound like a dragon emerging from the sea, a bright light flashed like a tiger roaring in the forest, and the Qingfeng in his arms turned into a unicorn with lightning and flew towards the black hat ghost.

That momentum has the power to create the world.

"Okay!" Yuan Qingli clapped. He didn't expect that a level 1 prop could be so powerful. He was worthy of being a swordsman who had been chewing rice for 250 years.

Then, the flying sword pierced through time and space and was bounced away by the black hat ghost's hands.

"??"

Yuan Qingli was stunned. She didn't expect that the sword immortal would be so weak. He was corrupt and wasted 250 years of rice.

Fortunately, in this gap, she broke free from the restraints, spread her legs and rushed forward. When she ran away, she did not forget to tell the sword immortal: "Mu Yingshan, hold on, I will come back to save you soon."

The one who was more stunned than Yuan Qingli was undoubtedly Mu Yingshan himself.

He must be using the sword wrong.

After all, it is too slow.

As soon as he raised his head, he was greeted by the vicious face on the ceiling.

Their eyes met, speechless for a moment.

Mu Yingshan's eyes flashed with cold light, and he turned around to make way. Taking the lead to break the silence, Youyou spoke.

"The little fairy is heading towards the elevator, let's chase her."

The black hat ghost was speechless: Ah, aren't you in the same group?

…

Yuan Qingli ran, seemingly heading towards the elevator entrance, but in fact her goal was clear, it was another room at the end of the corridor.

She has a habit of remembering everything she can see and observe wherever she goes.

There was a utility room on the 13th floor near the elevator entrance. At that time, she looked through the gap. It was used to store cleaning tools and changes of sheets and bedding.

Since it is available on the 13th floor, it should be available on other floors as well.

really!

Yuan Qingli's eyes lit up. The design of this utility room was exactly the same as the one on the 13th floor. He reached for the door handle and turned it.

No lock, great!