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If it was just Rong Xi alone, it would be easy to deal with.

With the addition of the three Death Soldiers, he might still be able to make it out of this alive.

But they absolutely didn't dare to offend those black bugs.

Ordinary ants were scary in a group, not to mention this extremely dangerous poison.

A follower held onto his wounded waist, hesitating for a moment before asking, "Your Highness, what should we do now?"

Eighth Prince laughed bitterly, he did not know what to do.

He still had a chance against people. Against those terrifying insects, he had no way to deal with them.

At this time, another follower whispered, "Are these bugs afraid of fire?"

Eighth Prince's eyes lit up, and he turned to look at Qu Ling.

Qu Ling was frowning as he was thinking of a way to deal with the situation, and did not notice the gaze that he had stolen.

Xiao Jingyue lowered his head to look at the woman in his embrace, and said indifferently, "Blood thread ants are not afraid of water and fire."

Rong Xi clapped his hands, and laughed: "As expected of the General Xiao, with your great knowledge, you actually recognized these blood ants."

To be praised by someone who wanted one's life, especially in a place like this, was not something worth being happy about.

Xiao Jingyue made a quick decision as he hugged Qu Ling and retreated backwards.

Rong Xi did not stop him and only glanced at the Death Soldiers in the Worryfree Lantern.

Receiving the command, the three Death Soldiers moved in unison to the side, and did not stop Xiao Jingyue.

Seeing that, Eighth Prince and the rest looked at each other.

Eighth Prince could not help but ask: "Is there really no other way?"

Without waiting for Xiao Jingyue to speak, one of his followers suddenly screamed: "Ah! Buggy! "Insects!"

Everyone looked up and saw that the originally stagnant blood ants were moving again, slowly crawling towards them.

Amongst the three followers behind Eighth Prince, two of them were mentally unstable, seeing the situation, they took a few steps back in fear, then turned around and ran into the worry-free lights with a scream. No matter what, the other follower could not stop them.

In the next moment, Qu Ling saw the scene Eighth Prince described before.

Countless fiery-red fireflies spread their wings and flew towards the two of them, encircling them.

At the same time, the carefree lights were dancing, and the fragrance of the cooking smoke was rising in spirals.

Xiao Jingyue immediately covered both his and Qu Ling's mouths and noses to prevent them from accidentally inhaling the fragrance that floated over.

Seeing the ant getting closer and closer, Xiao Er could not help but call out, "Master!"

Qu Ling looked at the man laughing sinisterly in the middle of the swarm of blood ants, and suddenly thought of something.

Gritting his teeth, he forcefully pulled on Xiao Jingyue's sleeves, and after he looked over, he pointed at the Worryfree Lantern Worm, signalling him to charge in.

Xiao Jingyue did not ask any further, instead, he hugged her tightly, listened to her lead, and jumped into the worry-free light.

Seeing that, Rong Xi slowly smiled, then took out his short bone flute again.

The flute music sounded, and the ant became restless and moved a little faster.

In a split-second, the entire passage was filled with black bugs, which made people's hair stand on end.

Eighth Prince looked at Xiao Jingyue, gritted his teeth, and followed.

Becoming a fool had a sliver of life, it was better than being eaten by those ghosts, and in the end, one would not even have a complete corpse!

"Your Highness!" Seeing that, the last remaining follower no longer had time to be afraid, and immediately followed Eighth Prince.

He was only a guard, and did not have a choice like the others. He knew better than anyone that his only way of survival was through the Eighth Prince.

No matter what choice the Eighth Prince made, he could only follow, even if it meant sending himself to his death.

Xiao Jingyue carried Qu Ling and stepped into the worry-free lights, and just like the situation with the two attendants when they entered, countless of red flames surged forth.

Qu Ling reached into his small bag and fished around for a long time before finally taking out that flute.

Although he didn't know whether it would work or not, it was better than sitting still and waiting for death.

She forcefully pulled Xiao Jingyue's hand that was covering her nose and mouth, then jumped down from his embrace and placed the flute next to her lips.

He took a deep breath, dispelled all distracting thoughts, and slowly blew the flute.

"Howl ~"

A loud flute tune sounded, piercing through Rong Xi's gentle yet strange flute sound.

At this moment —

A strange situation had occurred!

The blood ants that had charged out of the tunnel and the red fireflies that had been flying in the air suddenly stopped in their tracks!

Seeing that, Eighth Prince's eyes lit up.

Xiao Er and his followers who were right behind him also looked at Qu Ling, a glimmer of hope appearing in their eyes.

Qu Ling did not look at them, his mind quickly pondering over the music, and started to blow according to the music.

She lacked inner strength and had just started cultivating her mental cultivation method. She was not sure if her flute tune would be useful to the ant or the firefly.

Fortunately, it had some effect on him, but he didn't know how long it would last.

Xiao Jingyue made a prompt decision, he put down his hand that was covering his nose and mouth, held his breath and carried her, then quickly rushed to the opposite exit.

At this time, the others also recovered and quickly followed him.

But just as they walked a few steps forward, the sound of a flute resounding through the cave pierced through the air and completely blocked off Qu Ling's flute music.

Xiao Er's heart skipped a beat, finding time to look back.

The man in the light blue robe stood at the entrance to the stone wall with the short bone flute in his hand. His five fingers were quickly beating, and unlike the slow rhythm from before, rapid music came from the flute as his eyes filled with killing intent stared at them.

Accompanying this urgent music, the group of blood ants seemed to come to their senses and once again madly headed in their direction.

Xiao Er could not help but call out, "Master, quick! The blood ants have caught up! "

As soon as he finished speaking, he inhaled the fragrance of the Worryfree Lamp.

Within the span of two breaths, the scenery before his eyes started to sway.

He suddenly reacted to something and made a prompt decision. He raised his sword and cut his left arm.

As the pain and the smell of blood assaulted him, he regained some of his consciousness. Forcing himself to stay alert, he continued to run forward.

The flute music continued, and the ant pursued relentlessly.

Fortunately, the fireflies in the air seemed to not be controlled by Rong Xi and did not move even a bit due to the sound of his flute.

Qu Ling nestled in Xiao Jingyue's embrace, the flute in his hands tightly gripped. He was extremely anxious, and his lips that were stuck onto Xiao Jingyue's arm gradually revealed a hint of purple.

Her flute music could not compare to Rong Xi's.

What to do now, what to do!

Within the worry-free lights, the pale white fragrance was getting stronger and stronger. It filled the entire cave, making it hard to see the road ahead.

Just as Qu Ling was anxious to the point that he didn't know what to do, the scene in front of his eyes suddenly changed.

In front of his eyes, the intersecting white light turned into a starry night scene in the forest.

The urgent and somewhat ear-piercing sound of the flute also became the clear and melodious cry of the bird.

Qu Ling opened his eyes in confusion, a face that was familiar to her but also a little unfamiliar from the depths of her bones suddenly smashed into her eyes.

Her body froze as she looked at the man in front of her with eyes wide open in disbelief.

She looked at the person who she was extremely familiar with, no matter if it was the outline of his face, the curve of his lips, or the gaze with which he looked at her that was difficult to conceal and pampered.

She was so familiar with it that she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Ah Ling, why are you looking at me like that?"

The man smiled at her. A familiar voice, hidden in the depths of his memory, came out of his mouth and into her ears.

Qu Ling's eyes were wide open, she felt her heart aching more and more, but she was too busy to care, and her eyes stared fixedly at the person in front of her.

Staring at the faint smile on his lips, after a long time, she tightly clenched his sleeve, her eyes red as she shouted, "Ah, Ah Pa!"