MTL - My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 5771

"Princess, we have to be careful when we enter this village." Qing Luo said with a look of horror, clinging to Princess Huaizhu, "I heard that this village is a bit dirty."

Princess Huaizhu was still bored, she couldn't help feeling irritable when she heard Qing Luo say this.

"What is clean? Is it possible that there are still grievances in this small village?"

Qing Luo nodded subconsciously, and leaned closer to Princess Huaizhu and whispered, "I heard that the previous Royal Highness and their team, when they passed this place, they disappeared for no reason, and they never got it back."

Huaizhu's heart was a little shameless by her sneaky appearance.

She pushed Qing Luo's arm away, and calmly said, "Absurd. There must be someone hiding in the dark, pretending to be a ghost..."

Huaizhu suddenly stopped, frowning at the team that gathered quickly.

The Mexican soldiers acted very fast, but they went far after a short time.

Qing Luo saw that they had all dressed up and had entered the entrance of the Undead Village. He urged Princess Huaizhu to say, "Princess, we would rather believe that there are many things that are untrustworthy. We should also hurry up, do you think How are you doing?"

Huaizhu didn't have the courage. Seeing the team moving forward and throwing himself a long distance, he couldn't help but become anxious.

"What nonsense, don't you hurry to keep up?"

Unexpectedly, she glanced back, and saw that when she came, the road was covered with thick gray fog and visibility was very low.

I always feel that something terrible is hidden in this gloomy mist.

Princess Huaizhu shook her whole body and said to Qingluo quickly, "Hurry up and don't talk nonsense."

There was no primary and secondary focus when speaking, the large group left forward, and Qing Luo was still muttering in her ears.

Princess Huaizhu glared at the maid complainingly, and hurriedly asked the two maids to support her, and hurried forward and trot all the way.

In that room, Qiao Lin stretched out his hand and waved the dense mist in front of him, calmly took out a thick scarf from the inner boundary, and covered his entire small face.

Visibility in front of me is getting lower and lower, and I can hardly see my figure within half a meter.

Everyone felt a little sinking in their hearts, and they couldn't help speeding up their pace, following one by one, hoping not to fall behind.

The steamed bun guard asked everyone to report every time.

Excluding the princess and his party, there are a total of 368 teammates.

There is no abnormality yet, but Baozi's look is particularly serious.

After all, when they passed through the village of the dead, they lost their two teammates. This is vivid, and they haven't figured out what happened until now.

"Everyone, keep up." The steamed bun guard said intently, "What's the situation behind?"

"Princess Huaizhu, how many people are there on your side, have you counted them?"

Princess Huaizhu looked at Qing Luo who was following her with a question mark on her face. The latter hurriedly said, "There are one hundred and fifteen people."

"Is the number correct?" The Baozi guard said again, "Remember to count the number of people at any time. The last few brothers should pay more attention to each other."

These words made everyone's heart feel a little hairy, and they couldn't help but want to speed up and hug together to keep warm.

Qiao Lin took out a small butterfly.

I saw its butterfly tail swaying lightly, and a stream of light flickered.

The little butterfly flew forward and thumped forward.

The thick mist couldn't stop the shining light.

"Can this butterfly pass through the fog and guide us in the right direction?" Mo Yu asked curiously.

Qiao Lin nodded his head, "Just follow along."

The bun's guard lifted his spirits slightly and shouted, "Everyone, keep up and report!"

Qiao Lin couldn't help but want to complain.

I only reported the count three minutes ago, and here again, is the Baozi guard too cautious? The frequency of the count is a bit high.

A group of guys finished the count one by one.

Princess Huaizhu said softly, "Then let's report the number too, so that everyone can rest assured."

Qing Luo nodded and said, "Holding people to report the number, everyone remembers their number this time. Waiting for the number all the time."

When the hoarding of soldiers stopped at 114, the crowd stagnated for a minute.

The group of soldiers in Beimo just like they had blown up the pot, and they talked about each other, "They just reported the number one hundred and fourteen? Did they say that there was number one hundred and fifteen in the team?

"Yes, that's right, I heard it very clearly, that's what I said."

"one short?"

"Yes! One missing."

"One is missing, please check it out soon."

Princess Huaizhu didn't even know it at first, but after listening to everyone's words, her hairs were erected.

Qing Luo turned pale with fright, and couldn't help but tremble and asked, "Princess, father, what should I do now?"

"Report it again!"

"One, two..." The hoarding soldier quickly reported it again.

This time it was even worse, and there was no more information after reporting to one hundred and thirteen.

"One more missing."

"One more person?"

Everyone started to panic, especially the few hoarding soldiers who were at the end of the team. In panic, they suddenly screamed and ran forward, knocking down several people.

Mo Yu said coldly, "Don't be confused, stand in your place. Take out all the lighting fixtures you can use around you."

Dim light appeared one after another in the mist.

Qiao Lin whispered, "This situation is a bit wrong. Do you want to hide them with the talisman?"

"Such a small setback can't be overcome, how to become a real hero." Mo Yu whispered back.

Qiao Lin raised his head and looked at him. In the dim mist, he could see his bright black pupils shining with the brilliant light like broken stars.

The little girl whispered secretly: What a big man!

"Keep moving forward, don't mess around with yourself." The Baozi guard said loudly.

"Someone. Someone in the fog!" Behind the crowd, among the hoarding soldiers, someone suddenly screamed.

"Not a person at all, it's a ghost."

"Ah! It flies so fast, we can't even see what he looks like."

"Don't push! You are about to squeeze to the princess." Qing Luo yelled anxiously and stood in front of Princess Huaizhu with one hand, protecting her back again and again.

"Be careful." Mo Yu whispered, and raised his hand to fly out a magical force, blocking back something that suddenly flew in front of Qiao Lin.

Qiao Lin's eyes were sharp, and he could see what was flying over.

"A flying claw." The little girl tugged Mo Yu's hem and suddenly realized, "The other party is the one who caught it with this flying claw."

Through the heavy fog, the visibility was extremely low, and it was too easy to drag a few people away from the end of the team without knowing it.

"It's unreasonable." The Baozi guard shouted angrily, "Someone is pretending to be a ghost here, and come out."

(End of this chapter)