1188: Chapter 1188: Could it be Hunger?
(5) 1188: Chapter 1188: Could it be Hunger?
(5) Yang Ruxinâs heart raced for the first time.
She wasnât afraid to fight people or even beasts, but now she faced monsters that were neither human nor ghost.
What was she to do?
Could it be that they really couldnât wait for Master to come?
The two rocks blocking the door might be strong, but she estimated they wouldnât withstand those two monstersâ battering.
It seemed they were already loosening.
Gu Qingheng was also tense all over but instinctively shielded Yang Ruxin behind him, and the others drew their weapons, further protecting the two of them.
Finally, a piece of the stone was knocked off, revealing a hole the size of a head, and then a withered, pitch-black hand suddenly reached out as if it was going to grab somethingâŠ
Everyone was so scared they collectively took several steps back.
But after all, the stone was very heavy, so the herbalist couldnât get out just yet.
âMiss, Iâve heard that these herbalists are usually controlled by soundâŠâ Du Juan glanced at Yang Ruxin, âlike bells or music sounds.
Can we try that?â
âBells?â Yang Ruxinâs eyes lit up.
She seemed to recall such a tactic from TV dramas, âBut where can we find a bell?â
âI have a bell around my horseâs neck,â Shadow Seven suddenly spoke up and then ran out.
He quickly returned, clutching a bell.
Yang Ruxin took it, stepped forward, and began to shake it, making a jingling sound.
The battering inside immediately stopped, and the dreadful noise of rocks being smashed ceased.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could even smile, the stone-battering noise inside suddenly intensified, accompanied by fierce roaring.
Cracks started to appear around the hole in the stoneâŠ
Yang Ruxin quickly took two steps back, âWhy does it seem even more agitated?â The bell indeed had an effect, but it seemed to be the opposite.
Du Juan was also dumbfounded.
âGive me the flute,â Gu Qingheng suddenly extended his hand to Shadow Two.
Shadow Twoâs weapon was the Iron Flute, which he quickly handed to Gu Qingheng.
Soon, a melodious flute sound filled the air.
Yang Ruxin looked at Gu Qingheng, her lips curving slightly in a smile.
Her man was truly handsome; if not for the inappropriate circumstances, she felt like she could float away in ecstasyâŠ
Gu Qingheng seemed to feel Yang Ruxinâs admiring gaze and responded to her, but he didnât dare to slack off and continued playing the flute, clearly infusing it with Inner Strength.
Whether it was the sound of the flute or Gu Qinghengâs Inner Strength that worked, the roaring slowly weakened and then stopped.
However, the hole that was originally the size of a head had now grown to the size of a washbasin, and one of them stuck its head out, whimpering at the people outsideâŠ
Again, everyone collectively took two steps back.
âMiss, could it beâŠ
could it be hungry?â Du Man swallowed nervously.
Everyone couldnât help but look at Du Man in surprise.
âIâŠâ Du Manâs scalp tingled under everyoneâs gaze, âI feel that Elder Dao Xuzi has this expression when heâs hungryâŠâ
Yang Ruxin blinked her eyes, looked at the pale face that resembled a skull sticking out, and then thought of her food-loving master.
She suddenly chuckled, âMaybe, possibly, perhaps.
Should we try giving it something to eat?â