"Dead thing?" Feng Chenglin's face became worse and worse: "San Shao, you...not mean, living thing..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly turned his hands, a little white rabbit on his palm.

"rabbit"

Before Feng Chenglin's surprise was over, he saw cold light flashing, a blood port was drawn on the rabbit's leg, and blood dripped into the water.

The red blood spread in the water little by little, and the floating corpses that were originally static around suddenly rushed up like a corpse.

"Mom..."

Feng Chenglin screamed, and sat on the ground, but fortunately, he was grabbed by Dingmiao behind with one hand, so he didn't shrink back.

"What are you doing?"

Dingmiao squinted at him silently.

"It's just some dead bodies..."

"What a dead body, this is a living dead body..." Feng Chenglin almost gritted his teeth before spit out these words.

Ling Luoyu took the little rabbit and stood with his eyes fixed: "This is the fat man, not afraid of the living, but the dead..."

One thing in the world is to drop one thing.

Feng Chenglin is bold in nature, but she is afraid of ghosts, she has become accustomed to it.

Dingmiao loosened the wind into the forest and stood by the water: "This should be the fatal part of this formation! Once we stumble and fall, these floating corpses will be caught underwater..."

"Then... After a long time, wouldn't it also become a floating corpse?" Feng Chenglin felt cold.

"Floating corpse?"

Ling Luoyu chuckled suddenly.

"Don't worry, if you fall in, you will only become a bone, not a floating corpse!"

"San Shao, what do you mean?"

"These floating corpses are of special characteristics. Do you think they can be changed by just falling into individuals casually?"

"If it really becomes a bone, that's okay..."

Feng Chenglin wrapped his shirt tightly and shook his head speechlessly.

"It's better than they are now, without even a shameful dress..."

Dingmiao looked silently, his eyes were even more speechless: "..."

It's all here, what do they need to do with clothes?

As they deepened, the rancid smell became more pungent, and the three of them covered their faces with cloth and felt that their breathing became easier.

"Miss Ling..." Dingmiao suddenly pointed forward, her expression nervous.

In front of them, a thin mist floated, blocking the vision.

"This is a lot of trouble..." Feng Chenglin smiled bitterly and looked at his feet, and shook his head helplessly: "Mo Xuanchen's footprints are getting bigger and bigger, so it's hard to find them... If this is a little white mist, why not? Isn't it no different from blindfolding?"

The damp mist wetted the clothes and hair of the three people, and the mist dripped slightly down the hair.

Seeing Ling Luoyu's Void Lingbu's figure, farther and farther away, disappearing, the feeling of depression in Fengchenglin and Dingmiao's hearts became more obvious.

"What is hidden in such a dead place? Why did Mo Xuanchen look for it?"

"Yes, I also want to know..."

Ding the temple responds to neither Yin nor Yang, playfully sideways.

"Aren't you very close to him? But why don't you even know?"

"We have a good relationship, not the roundworm in his stomach!"

Feng Chenglin responded unhurriedly.

"Furthermore, no one in this world has a secret...especially men, who have their own little Jiujiu, it's normal..."

"call!"

There seemed to be the sound of wings shaking in the air, and the expressions of the two suddenly shook.

"Did you hear it?"

"I heard...it looks like a flying beast..."

The two looked at each other, their eyes were wrong!