Feng Chenglin looked at her suspiciously, but he walked over in cooperation and stood in the memory where the temple was standing.

"What do you want me to do now?"

"You said... heard a crash from the sculpture?"

"Yes"

"Did you say something he didn't like to hear at the time?"

"no?"

Fatty Feng's qi was obvious, and he quickly turned off the topic.

"Then... what do you want me to do?"

"What would you do if you were angry and punched and kicked?"

Feng Chenglin completely stupefied Ling Luoyu, and tentatively waved his fist: "If I fight..."

He hesitated for a moment, and finally slammed his fist suddenly, hitting the statue with a punch.

"Boom!"

The harsh voice made Ling Luoyu frowned: "What are you doing with so much strength?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Didn't you make it happen?

Without waiting for a rebuttal, Ling Luoyu was disgusted and pushed aside.

"Step aside"

Following the height where Fatty Feng had just punched out, Ling Luoyu looked around carefully.

Suddenly--

She fumbled over with her fingertips, then backed away.

"Here"

As one of the scales pushed away, the expressions of the two gradually began to cheer.

It's just that the next second--

"Wow!"

The two fell from the ground instantly.

The floor turned over and closed silently, as if there had never been any cracks.

"boom!"

Feng Chenglin landed first, before he got up, Ling Luoyu hit him and sat on his chest.

"pain"

My heart is hurting!

"It hurts the wool...how much pain can it make at such a short distance!"

Ling Luoyu stood up and leaped up, took out the Huozhezi, and looked around vigilantly.

Feng Chenglin rubbed his heart and stood up: "Of course you don't hurt...I'll make you a human cushion below!"

"Hush!"

Ling Luoyu pressed his lips, suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth, and looked up at it.

"We are under the sleeping hall..."

Just as Feng Chenglin was about to speak, he screamed when he saw an object in the corner of his eye.

"coffin"

Around them, there were densely packed coffins, one after another, stretching back neatly.

"Fuck... Third Young Master, did we fall into... someone's tomb?"

"Whose tomb will be built under the sleeping hall? And it's still such a short distance?"

Ling Luoyu didn't bother to pay attention to him, lit the torch and threw it to Feng Chenglin.

"Look at what coffins are..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

The coffin is a coffin, what other coffin? !

Holding a torch and looking at a few, he raised his head dumbfounded: "San Young...These coffins are all made of wood..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

nonsense! !

Isn't it made of wood?

"What I want you to see... is to see who's coffin is!"

"...Oh...then you don't make it clear!"

Fengchenglin Khanhan shook his head and laughed at himself.

"However, I don't think it is a coffin for someone with an identity..."

"why?"

"I need to ask? Whose coffins have you seen...not to find a fengshui treasure place, which is like this, just put it in one place... and there are so many..."

After watching several times in a row, Feng Chenglin's expression was wrong.

"San Shao...There is no name on these coffins..."

All the coffins seem to be mass-produced, the textures and patterns are similar, basically there is not much difference.

Ling Luoyu stared thoughtfully: "If you have a name, you will enter the so-called geomantic treasure..."