Wang Xuewen was terrified and his legs trembled uncontrollably. "Haozi, Chongying, Chengfu, let's hurry onto the drawbridge!"
Seeing that the monster had already caught up, Jian Chongying held back the others who wanted to run to the drawbridge and had them turn around and run to the right.
As soon as they ran, the sound of a blade cutting into wood rang out behind them. Wang Xuewen couldn't help but take a curious glance behind him, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest in fright.
The ghost thing hacked at the vine ropes holding up the drawbridge with a hideous and gloating expression, grinning eerily as it did so.
"Chongying, Haozi, Chengfu, look!"
