The old shopkeeper's action of drinking water paused, turning his head slightly, looking at the two behind him from the corner of his eye.

Feng Chenglin completely ignored his reaction, still groaning to himself.

"You see, the old man's daughter died first, so the old man will do the funeral for her. When the old man dies, we will collect his body... So in general, the old man's life is good, at least we still have us. In the wild corpse, you can still enter the soil for safety after death..."

Suddenly he sat up and shook his head.

"It's just, it's a pity that his daughter... After death, there is not even a person to worship! You say, should we spend some money, let the people in the town come to give his daughter some joss stick paper money during the holidays? ?"

Ling Luoyu looked at the old shopkeeper calmly: "How do you know that people need your kindness?"

Girl, is the old treasurer's heart.

As long as she is involved, everything is easy to say!

Feng Chenglin followed her gaze and smiled Yinyin: "If I'm a little embarrassed, then that girl is really going to be a lonely grave and wild ghost. I don't know if the bones in a hundred years will be there!"

"Wow!"

The old shopkeeper hit the water with one hand and turned around suddenly.

"My daughter's affairs, I will take care of it myself, don't bother me..."

"What do you do?" Feng Chenglin pointed behind him: "We are all trapped here now, and we can't get out temporarily... Is it possible that you can determine by yourself that you can get out alive?"

With his eyes rolling, he looked around.

"Unless...you know where your life is!"

"Life..." The old shopkeeper's breath dropped abruptly: "How do I know?"

"Since you don't know, you have to be prepared to bury your bones here!" Feng Chenglin opened his arms and looked decadent waiting to die: "Look at us, knowing that you can't get out, so just wait here to die. Fortunately, we still have something to eat and drink, which can last for three to five months, but old man...you can also last for three to five days, right?"

"..." The old shopkeeper's face was blue and purple, but he sat down by the river without saying anything.

Feng Chenglin glanced at Ling Luoyu quietly, flew up and stretched out.

"Sir, you rest here first, I'll go there and see... Maybe, I can make a living!"

With a long sigh, he climbed to the top of the ruin with his hands and feet together.

"Three young masters, please pay attention. If you can stay here, don't move... Don't be starved to death by the time, but you are suffocated to death!"

The old treasurer suddenly took a few deep breaths, and seemed to make up his mind: "The way to survive is down, and the way to die is up!"

Ling Luoyu stared at it, and Feng Chenglin suddenly stopped and turned around slowly.

"Old man, what are you talking about?"

"The way to live is down... Death is up!"

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin looked at each other, and the latter sat on the gravel and laughed.

"Old man, what do you mean? Didn't you mean...If you want to live, you have to..."

He hooked his head and glanced at his feet.

"You have to go down? But there is no way down?"

The old shopkeeper still turned his back to the two, watching the water flow deeply, and his voice was also extremely cold: "Don't you want to know, how much do I know? I know so much... the way to live is down, the death is up!"

Ling Luoyu stood up leisurely: "Old man, did Mr. Tang tell you this sentence?"