Chapter 97 The Man in the Mural

At this time, Ye Xiaoyu seemed to be lost in thought, and seemed to have entered a meditative state.

Let’s be more specific about what state it is. . . . . . , should be one. . . . . . , just have the guts, that. . . . . . , I feel like I am not afraid of the sky and the earth. . . . . . .

of ghost the man in this sentence is . . . . . . , among the strange things, Ye Xiaoyu also experienced it a few months ago, what the hell are you afraid of.

What else can I do? What else can I be afraid of? That’s it. . . . . . ? Ye Xiaoyu cheered himself up.

Ye Xiaoyu held it for a moment, then tightened his grip on the woodcutter. I really feel confident in my heart, and it's the same. I don't care about the person painted on the wall. It doesn't matter whether he can really move or not. . . . . . , at worst, when this person comes out of the wall, you can just make gestures with him.

After Ye Xiaoyu thought about it for a while, his mood became much