Chapter 1838
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Crack —
The door of cabinet No. 53 was slowly pulled open.
Inside, a beginner-level female ghost floated out. She was a strong female ghost that weighed at least 100 kilograms, and her face was extremely ugly. Even though she was in the form of a soul, it was still difficult for her to move.
She shuffled until she was in front of the second prince. She curtsied. "Master …"
The fat female ghost bowed to the Second Prince and winked at him at the same time.
The second prince's face stiffened.
Zuo Qingxian didn't know what to say.
"Pfft —"
Feng Xun couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. "Hahaha, hahaha, hahahaha — oh my god, my stomach is cramping. Hahaha —"
The second prince almost wanted to smack Feng Xun to death.
However, the fat female ghost had no self-awareness at all. The second prince avoided her a little, and she moved in the air again. Her chubby body moved with great difficulty to the second prince's side. "… Master … You don't want Xiaomei anymore?"
The second prince's face was stiff and twitching.
"Hahaha, hahahaha —" Feng Xun laughed and punched the wall.
The second prince glared at Feng Xun. "Shut up!"
"Hahahahaha —"
The second prince was speechless.
Zuo Qingxian tried to talk sense into the prince. "Your Royal Highness, this ghost is still useful …"
The second prince stared at Zuo Qingxian.
Zuo Qingxian corrected himself right away. "Yes, yes, a beginner ghost is indeed useless, but … she's ugly, but she can still be used as a scout. She won't be able to follow us out of the tombs anyway. Your Royal Highness, just bear with it for the next couple of days."
The second prince was speechless.
It was obvious that the second prince was having a hard time.
"You go." The second prince glared at Zuo Qingxian.
Zuo Qingxian injected spiritual essence into the box, but Little Phoenix, who had found the right time to absorb it, stole it. Zuo Qingxian had no idea that his spiritual essence had been stolen.
Soon, Zuo Qingxian's answer was out.
"Box 45? Let me see. What's in there? Could it be Violet Sun Sword? "
Zuo Qingxian mumbled to himself as he opened the door.
Whoosh —
At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on cabinet number 45.
As soon as the door opened —
Clang!
A huge fireball rolled out from inside!
Zuo Qingxian couldn't dodge in time and was almost hit by the huge fireball. He was so scared that his face turned pale!
Huala!
After Zuo Qingxian dodged the huge fireball, before he could heave a sigh of relief, the huge fireball suddenly made a turn and charged towards Zuo Qingxian again!
The fireball seemed to have found its nemesis. It didn't hurt anyone but Zuo Qingxian!
Wherever Zuo Qingxian ran, it would chase after her.
Although its size and lethality were continuously being consumed during this process, it was still enough to force Zuo Qingxian into a sorry state.
When the last of the huge fireballs was used up — —
Only then was Zuo Qingxian able to stop and gasp for air.
Everyone: "…"
"Even a Spiritual Lord was reduced to such a state by that giant fireball. What if we …" Feng Liu panicked and didn't dare to draw the lottery anymore.
Feng Yiran comforted her. "Isn't it written on the wall? There are only three of these Evil Fireballs, and only the unluckiest of people will get them. There are over 80 choices, and I don't believe I'll get this one. "
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