Silas Lin and the Lost City of Souls Chapter 63

Just as Silas Lin was thinking about the black cat's wealth, a strong wind suddenly passed by his ears, and a gray-white hand passed through it.

Instinctively, he quickly turned around to avoid the blow. Ling Xiao quickly blocked it and slapped the living dead man on the chest with his palm. The light red spiritual power disappeared fleetingly in the air, matching the color of Vivienne Ling. It’s so similar, it really is the blood of Phoenix Villa.

Holding the cat in his arms, Silas Lin couldn't play the piano, and he wasn't very agile in avoiding attacks. Fortunately, his cousin was powerful enough that he wouldn't be unable to fend off the attack, and he still had enough time to pull the cat's ears a few times, hoping to make it wake up quickly.

The disciples shared the same hatred against Bei Xia. Even though their injuries had not improved, they all managed to pick up weapons, guard around Silas Lin and Ling Xiao, and join in the battle with the living dead. For a while, there were only the screams and screams of the living dead on Huandang Mountain. The sound of weapons clashing with each other.

With their help, the pressure on Ling Xiao's side was reduced, and his moves became much easier, giving Silas Lin more opportunities to pull the cat's ears. After a few pulls, he was afraid of damaging the thin ears, so he changed to pulling Tail.