Feng Chenglin was also aware of the danger and did not persist.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, Ling Luoyu suddenly grabbed the shield, and before the two of them had reacted, suddenly pulled out the shield.

"boom!"

After the dull impact, there was a muddy water surface and a sudden whirlpool.

At the moment when the vortex rose sharply, Ling Luoyu grabbed Feng Chenglin and the old shopkeeper from left to right, and as the water vortex swirled, the three of them also turned out in a circle like water droplets on an umbrella.

At that moment, the great centrifugal force caused the old shopkeeper to instantly congest his head and fainted.

Although Feng Chenglin hasn't fainted yet, it doesn't look much better.

His head buzzed, and blood surged upwards, as if it could burst at any time. If it was also blurred, only blind instinct would hold Ling Luoyu's hand and not let go.

He didn't know how long it took, and he felt that someone was pulling his arm, sliding on the ground one by one.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the wet Ling Luoyu clutching him with one hand and the old shopkeeper like a dead pig with the other.

And under him, water splashed, and he was stunned.

"Three young masters?"

Ling Luoyu stopped abruptly and let go of his hand.

"You are awake!"

Feng Chenglin coughed and spit out two mouthfuls of water, half kneeling on the ground: "Where is this?"

Not far ahead, a burning torch was inserted in the cracks of the rubble, illuminating a piece of ruins.

"I don't know where this is..." Ling Luoyu dragged the old treasurer into the water and threw it to the ground: "The three of us were brought here by the whirlpool... I just lighted a torch to light up. Nothing else. Look!"

Feng Chenglin got up and rubbed his stuffy chest: "How do I feel...it's a little stuffy here, and I don't breathe smoothly?"

"The air here doesn't circulate much, so it's a little stuffy!"

Ling Luoyu pointed at the chest of the old shopkeeper.

"Ahem..."

The old shopkeeper coughed and spouted a sip of water, his face instantly flushed, and the cough continued.

When they came back to their senses, they found that Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin were sitting on the gravel, looking at them without blinking, and could not help but feel a little frustrated.

"You... why are you looking at me like this?"

Feng Chenglin pointed his thumb behind him: "We want to ask you to tell us what is this place?"

"Here?" The old shopkeeper realized that he had reached a strange place. He couldn't help but slowly stood up, frowned and turned around: "I...how do I know where this is?"

"You don't know?" Feng Chenglin sneered: "You have been here for twenty years, but you still don't know where it is?"

"I... Twenty years?" The old shopkeeper suddenly understood something, and his unconscious consciousness instantly became sober: "You...you mean, this is...it is the underground?"

how come?

Here, it is obviously one

Palace!

"Impossible!" The old shopkeeper shook his head abruptly, and stepped back two steps unsteadily: "How could this be..."

Suddenly, he was breathing extremely fast, pressing his hands on his chest, his face was dark.

"What's going on...I...how do I feel out of breath?"

"It's normal to be unable to breathe, and I can't breathe either!" Feng Chenglin pointed to the surroundings: "This is a closed tomb. There is not much air, so you'd better not be too emotional, so as not to wait for a while. Now, we are here to die alive..."