Qiao Mu instantly remembered the brandy-nosed senior.
Just now, she triggered the ghost-inviting curse and summoned a ghost spirit!
Qiao Mu quickly looked back and saw the senior struggling against something while trapped inside a dozen confinement talisman matrices.
A hint of astonishment flashed past Mo Lian, Feng Chen, the Little Despot, and the others’ eyes.
Qiao Mu: …
So baffling! She could only see that brandy-nosed senior wrestling with something like a lunatic.
The bearded elder’s body was floating upwards horizontally. However, he and the brandy-nosed senior seemed to be in the middle of a tug-of-war between the two of them and another force.
The bearded elder was showing signs of pain and horror.
He felt like he was going to get torn apart at the waist if this continued!
“Incredible.” Ma Ta was breathless with wonder.
Duanmu Qing, Qi Xuanxuan, the little fatty and company had also shifted their gazes from the brandy-nosed senior to Mo Lian, Feng Chen, and the other handsome men and women.
They… were all Qiaoqiao’s friends?
Duanmu Qing didn’t understand where the sense of disappointment in his heart came from.
He felt like Qiaoqiao treated him differently from their other teammates during this time together.
Every time her gaze met his, the little fellow would immediately look away like a spooked rabbit.
During their interactions, it felt like she was subtly distancing herself from him.
Why?
Duanmu Qing didn’t understand at all.
Right now, the little lady was leaning against that man who had both outstanding looks and presence, and her eyes were shining with joy.
Duanmu Qing’s heart sank uncontrollably.
It was different…
Completely different!
“Ahhh!” The bearded elder’s piercing scream called Duanmu Qing back to the present, and he looked up ahead.
The bearded elder’s left hand had gotten torn off by that powerful ghost spirit.
When everyone activated their spiritual conscious, they naturally could see a ghost spirit clad in a dense black fog.
In contrast to the small ghost spirits they had seen before, this one was much more formidable.
After all, he had held out for so long against a level-seven divine realm expert and still had not lost. In fact, it seemed like he was gaining the upper hand.
Of course, this was also because the brandy-nosed senior’s spiritual energy attacks had missed their mark.
When fighting against ghost spirits, talisman practitioners’ attacks could produce substantive effects, but normal people were at a disadvantage.
*Kaboom!* The evening sky was hanging heavily with roiling thunder clouds. It looked like there was going to be a downpour.
“Qiaoqiao, call back that ghost spirit. Let me talk to Second Elder.” Mo Lian helplessly looked down at the little fellow in his arms.
If this continued, the brandy-nosed senior would probably suffer a loss.
“Darn lass, you darn lass.” That senior was also hopping mad and scolded, “You darn lass just turned against me at the drop of a hat.”
Qiao Mu glared at him, but even so, she still pattered forward and took out that ghost spirit bead. She then stuck it out in the senior’s direction and commanded, “Come back!”
Everyone: “…”
Feng Chen couldn’t resist facepalming.
Mo Lian quickly walked up and redirected her petite hand to her right side. He pointed ahead and explained without knowing whether to laugh or cry, “He’s over here!”
“Pfft.” Dao Wuji burst into laughter and crossed his arms as he remarked amusedly, “Boss, this is your wife?”
