He knew very well in his heart that it would definitely not be magma to suppress Hanlin like this.

Ling Luoyu didn't dare to relax, and followed closely, guarding the surroundings.

As it deepened, the smell of sulfur gradually revealed a shocking smell that both of them were very familiar with.

"It's bloody!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes were dark, turning his head to look at Meng Lao secludedly.

This kind of smell made a flash of panic in Meng's eyes.

"Old stuff...you won't really have an accident?!"

He had been fighting with Hanlin all his life, blood was thicker than water.

If Hanlin really had a little accident, then his spiritual support would have fallen.

Lao Meng is used to seeing life and death, but when his close relatives and friends face the chance of life and death, their feet are still weak and dare not move forward.

"Child...you...you go and take a look first...look at the old thing...dead or alive..."

Ling Luoyu responded, carefully stepped forward, waving his hand to drive away the mist.

The further forward, the stronger the **** smell, and the heavier the fog, making the **** smell sticky on the body and can't get rid of it.

"Boom..."

Ling Luoyu kicked something under the foot, making a dull voice.

"Child, what's the matter?!"

Lao Meng's voice followed.

"You...you don't see...what?!"

"There is someone on the ground..."

Ling Luoyu squatted down carefully, dissipating the mist.

"It's just that he is lying on his stomach..."

"Is it an old thing..." Lao Meng's footsteps followed wildly.

Although I didn't dare to watch, but I didn't give up if I didn't.

A man in black was lying there, motionless, there was a pool of blood that had dried up long ago, there were also several wounds on his body, and his clothes were covered with blood stains.

"Not Hanlin?!"

Meng Lao saw the figure of the man in black at a glance, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he was still uneasy and pulled the pair over, and finally healed.

"Sure enough it wasn't him..."

The man in black is about 30 years old, his complexion is dark, his hands have thick calluses, and he seems to be a practitioner of boxing.

"Lao Meng, do you know him?!"

Old Meng tilted his head and looked at himself for a while, then decisively shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't seen it..."

"Then don't you think it's weird?!"

Ling Luoyu slowly stared at her eyes, her eyes faint.

"Don't you think it makes no sense for him to appear here?!"

"The ability to hit Grandpa Hanlin so hard to leave footprints shows that this person's cultivation is definitely above him, but such people are not many in the wild world, right?!"

When Ling Luoyu said so, Meng Lao also realized that something was wrong.

He was just thinking about Hanlin's life and death, and didn't think too much.

Now that I think about it carefully, things are really wrong.

"Yes! The cultivation base of our disciples in the wild world is lower than the generation. If anyone really has such cultivation base, I don't know why...but..."

He knelt down, pinched the man's cheek and looked at it several times, and finally shook his head.

"I really haven't seen him!"

"That's weird... Ordinary outsiders can't enter here at all, but how did he enter?! And... how did he die?!"

The two looked at each other and looked around suddenly.

After a careful search, both stood in shock.

"Here... there is no trace of a fight... If there is a fight, just the few footprints just now and this dead man..." Old Meng was confused and shook his head blankly.