The female ghost was somewhat frozen at this moment. She hadn't expected someone to actually approach under the influence of her Strength.
Qing Lang was clenching his teeth hard, his face flushed red. He probably knew who was behind him, but rather than feeling relieved, he roared,
"Su Buxian, right? Her Strength is very strange! It seems like spiritual control! Be careful!"
Look at that.
This is the professionalism of a superb rookie.
At such a life-threatening crisis point, there was no screaming, no panicking, just quick communication of information to his teammates.
Su Buxian's indifferent voice came through, "Ghost hitting walls, naturally, such situations would also occur."
In the Darkness, he had seen Qing Lang's figure standing motionless, his mouth moving but not making any sound, "Ah ah ah ah." Then, this woman opened a door from the wall of the corridor, slowly floated out, and lunged at Qing Lang.
Of course.
What Su Qi cared more about was the [!] above her head.