It was cold and humid, and there was a pungent smell of sour rot during the period.

Especially when entering the woods, a special smell becomes even more obvious

"quicklime?!"

Ling Luoyu was thoughtful, and lightly stroked his toes, making a deep mark on the ground.

"really"

Under her feet, a light white layer was mixed in the soil.

"It's really quicklime, no wonder these bamboos are half-dead and stubborn..."

Quicklime is mostly used for antiseptic and moisture-proof corpses.

At this time, it really fits the atmosphere of Puppet Mountain

After all, this is a gathering place for the dead!

It is reasonable to use some quicklime for preservative.

But for bamboo, in the torment of quicklime, it is good to be alive.

As for what Xu Lao said, I saw the other end of the bamboo forest at a glance--

Ling Luoyu condensed his eyes and looked at the opposite side faintly.

With her eyesight, she couldn't even penetrate the end of the bamboo forest.

On the opposite side of the bamboo forest, there is a faint, if there is no mist floating around.

"Three young masters?"

Feng Chenglin was anxious seeing Ling Luoyu standing still by the bamboo forest.

"Do you see any doorway?"

"No, or... come and see for you?"

"...Forget it, you continue to be optimistic! I will accompany Mr. Xu!"

Feng Chenglin smiled and sat down beside Mr. Xu, only to realize that he was painting something on the ground.

"Old Xu?"

"I'm painting Laoshan... Don't look at my technique, but can you tell a general idea?"

Xu Lai gestured with branches.

"Look at this, it's a mountain, it's water like this, this stick, it's a tree..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly said, "Your painting is the old Puppet Mountain..."

"Yes, what we looked like when we were young, I guess everything has changed now!"

Elder Xu sighed and looked in the direction of the bamboo forest again.

"Sometimes I just wonder if we are blocked and cannot get in. The people inside are also trapped and cannot get out... If so, it means that our children are still alive, just because of some The reason, I can't meet... This is better, better than... Heaven and man are forever separated, life and death are forever good!"

Feng Chenglin was sad when he said: "Old man, don't worry, as long as I and San Younger go in, we will definitely walk the way for the sky and rescue the innocent people!"

Suddenly got up, he strode towards Ling Luoyu.

"Old Xu, you are waiting here, I'll help the third younger..."

By the bamboo forest, Ling Luoyu closed his eyes slightly, neither moving nor speaking, as if an old monk had entered concentration.

Feng Chenglin stood still, not daring to interrupt, but tentatively whispered: "Three young masters?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes opened slightly: "This is a formation..."

Feng Chenglin's lips twitched: "I know..."

Need to say?

It must be the formation!

Otherwise they would have passed by now!

Ling Luoyu looked sideways: "Will you break?"

Feng Chenglin's face grew in an instant: "...Why would I do this? This is Dingmiao's strength!"

"Then what to do?"

How does he know what to do?

"Three young masters, I have been following you all the time for this kind of thing! You can't do it, even more so I can't..."

He aimed at the bamboo forest, frowning.

"Three young masters, like the undead in the forbidden area, we all dare to break through...what happened to you today?"

What he was not embarrassed to say was--

Why did you make a mistake today! ?

According to Ling Luoyu's personality, he should have rushed forward at this time.