Ling Luoyu patted Feng Chenglin on the shoulder again: "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, you won't be troubled!"

Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes: "I am not worried about me, but Puppet Mountain!"

"...Worried about what Puppet Mountain would do?"

"You're going, I don't know what moths are tossing you out of that place!"

Sanlian Mountain is actually a high mountain split into three three heads.

Beiluo Mountain, the southernmost mountain, was occupied by Chi Palace and became the site of Chi Palace.

Puppet Mountain is located in the far north, and the map appears to be three hills connected together, but when Ling Luoyu and Fengchenglin really walked up, they realized the distance between them.

For convenience, the two did not go directly through the forest, but bypassed the town from the side, rushing to Puppet Mountain quickly.

The further north, the colder the air, almost dripping into ice.

Although Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin didn't feel the coldness, in order to avoid people's eyes, they found the mink fur cloak to wear, and entered the Puppet Mountain as a nouveau riche.

At the foot of Puppet Mountain, seven of ten houses collapsed, and even the remaining three houses were crumbling.

Looking at the person curled up in the door to sunbathe, Feng Chenglin frowned and glanced back and forth.

"Three young masters, have you noticed...something is wrong with this place?"

"What's wrong?"

"The people here... seem to be old, weak, sick and disabled! I haven't seen a young and strong one on my way!"

"Found it?" Ling Luoyu curled his lips and looked at the top of the high mountain: "You said... where are those strong people?"

Feng Chenglin's pupils couldn't help but shrank: "Isn't it... was taken away and made a puppet?"

"I don't know if it is or not, but it should be inseparable from the puppet mountain above!"

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes, held the reins, and gestured with his head sideways.

"Fatty, go and ask!"

"Okay!" Feng Chenglin got off his horse, grabbed the water sac, walked to a bunch of old people, bowed and greeted with a nice smile: "How many old people, how about the sun?"

Several old people glanced at him with muddy eyes, but they didn't respond in a daze.

Feng Chenglin was a little embarrassed and raised the water bag: "I'm sorry, a few old people, my brother and I are here to do business. We only found out that we had walked halfway, and now there is no water. My God, I want to ask some old people for hot water!"

A few old people look at me and I look at you, but they still have no words.

Feng Chenglin laughed with him, and put two gold coins in front of a few people backhand: "Of course, I can't let the old people work in vain, this is our tea money, I don't know which old people can..."

Money can push the ghosts.

When Feng Chenglin finished speaking, an old man had already sat up numbly: "If you want to drink hot water, you have to take two steps with me!"

"no problem!"

Feng Chenglin made a color for Ling Luo Yu, and followed the old man towards his house.

Ling Luoyu dismounted and walked around pretending to be careless, before walking towards the old people faintly.

"Old man, the weather today is good, it's a good day to bask in the sun?"

Several people turned their heads back again, and they were silent.

Ling Luoyu knew that when he sat down, he deliberately exposed the purse at his waist. The sound of "crashing" made the eyes of several old people brighten up.