Behind them, Zhao Sheng's screams continued.

After crossing the threshold of the back kitchen, Ling Luoyu stopped abruptly, don't look behind him intently.

Feng Chenglin followed her gaze and lowered her voice mysteriously: "San Shao, what are you looking at?"

"Why are you talking while holding your throat?" Ling Luoyu squinted: "They can't hear it again!"

"I can't hear..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly realized that something was wrong--

There was no scream of Zhao Sheng in their ears!

"I really can't hear..."

But just now, that scream was still lingering in my ears!

what happened?

As if he understood something, he hurriedly stepped across the door of the back kitchen and entered the backyard.

Sure enough, Zhao Sheng's screams filled his ears again.

"I go"

He retreated eagerly and retreated to Ling Luoyu's side again, with a look of astonishment.

"This...here..."

He looked at the door frame in disbelief, then looked around, his brows frowned slowly.

"San Shao...Do you think there is a barrier in this place? But... how come the barrier... how can I enter freely?"

"I am not very clear, but I can be sure that it should be something similar to a barrier, but the barrier is not isolated from people, but voice!"

"Voice..." Feng Chenglin couldn't help but dig his ears, confused: "You said this voice... how to isolate it?"

If it is light, it can be covered with something!

The sound is completely invisible and intangible. How do I get it?

"I don't know, so we have to wait until others are finished, feel better, and have the intention to face us before we can ask!"

Feng Chenglin pursed his lips: "But what do I think... if the surname Zhao in he finishes his work, he will have to clean up us next?"

Although it was soundproof, Feng Chenglin couldn't help lowering his voice.

"I told you, that guy... probably is guarding the things in the well. If we covet that thing, it's tantamount to touching other people's dead spots. You said... he will keep us out and talk nonsense? It must be killing. Quit your mouth!"

"Don't worry, he can't kill us!"

"I know... he is not our opponent, but let's... isn't this asking for trouble?" Feng Chenglin gritted his teeth.

Ling Luoyu is not the kind of person who can't walk after seeing a baby!

Especially in this troubled autumn, I don't like to provoke right and wrong!

unless--

"Three Masters..."

He looked behind the door suddenly, as if he understood something.

"Did you...did you find that the things in there...are related to the Lord?"

"I don't know, I can't tell, it's just a feeling..." Ling Luoyu bit his lip lightly.

It feels like that thing is familiar!

"It's another feeling..." Feng Chenglin's tongue was painful.

Saying it means not saying it!

"Three Masters..."

"Boil some water, make some tea, let's wait slowly..."

Ling Luoyu turned around gracefully and walked to the table at the door.

"Looking at his resentment towards Zhao, I guess it would be nice to get things done tonight... Let's both drink tea and eat melon seeds and talk slowly... If you are bored, let nothingness I'll find you this opera book, and watch it slowly!"

She could see that a wave of resentment was pressing in the heart of the old shopkeeper.

If he doesn't evoke his resentment on weekdays, then everything is fine, just like a good old man with a young man!

But if he hooks up his resentment, then I am sorry, waiting for him will be a madness!