Crack —
The door to lattice No. 53 slowly opened.
A low-level female ghost floated out of the box. If she were human, she would weigh at least 100kg, not to mention that she looked hideous. Even as a ghost, she was quite clumsy.
When she finally inched over to the second prince, she bent her knees and gave him a bow. “Master…”
The chubby female ghost winked at the second prince as she bowed.
The second prince’s face stiffened.
Zuo Qingxian was speechless.
“Pfft —”
Feng Xun couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore, and he cracked up. “Hahahaha — my stomach, hahahaha — I’m going to have a cramp, hahahaha —”
The second prince wanted to smack Feng Xun on the head.
But the chubby female ghost didn’t seem to notice her master’s attitude at all. When the second prince moved a little away from her, she would inch toward him again. “Master, don’t you want Mei anymore?”
The second prince’s face stiffened.
“Hahaha! Hahahaha!” Feng Xun laughed so hard that he pounded his fists on the ground.
The second prince stared at Feng Xun. “Shut up!”
Feng Xun went on laughing.
The second prince was speechless.
Zuo Qingxian had to summon up his courage to placate the second prince. “Your Royal Highness, this ghost can be useful…”
The second prince stared at Zuo Qingxian.
Zuo Qingxian immediately changed his argument. “Of course, this low-level ghost is completely useless. She’s quite ugly, but we can still use her to scout the way. She won’t be able to follow us out of this place, anyway. Your Royal Highness, please bear with her for a couple of days.”
The second prince was speechless.
One could easily tell how displeased the second prince was.
“Your turn.” He stared at Zuo Qingxian.
When Zuo Qingxian injected his spiritual essence, Little Phoenix immediately stole it away, and Zuo Qingxian had no idea where his spiritual essence went.
Soon, he saw the result.
“4 and 5? Let me see what’s in lattice No. 45. Can it be the Purple Sun Sword?”
Zuo Qingxian opened the door as he muttered to himself.
Whoosh —
Right now, all eyes were on lattice No. 45.
When the door opened —
Thump!
A giant ball of fire rolled out of it!
Zuo Qingxian barely had enough time to dodge, and fear drained his face of all color!
Whoosh!
But before he could let out a breath of relief, the fireball turned around and charged at him again.
The fireball would follow no one but Zuo Qingxian, as if it held some grudge against him.
It followed Zuo Qingxian everywhere.
Although it was being consumed during the process, shrinking and becoming weaker, it was enough to give Zuo Qingxian a very difficult time.
When the giant fireball finally wore out —
Zuo Qingxian was finally able to stop running to catch his breath.
The crowd was speechless.
“If a capable Spiritual Lord had to run for his life like that, what would happen to us…” Flustered, Feng Liu was afraid to roll the dice.
Feng Yiran comforted her. “It says on the wall that there are only three such fireballs in total, and only the most unlucky will get them. There are over 80 possibilities here; I don’t believe that you’ll get one.”
After some thought, Feng Liu realized that after Zuo Qingxian rolled the dice, the possibility of her getting one was down to 1/43…
