"This is wrong!" Feng Chenglin shook his head seriously: "I feel that you are actually testing us!!"

Pi Rong was speechless for a while, and his face was uncertain and difficult to figure out.

"Why? We're... saying something wrong?" Feng Chenglin raised his eyebrows and gestured with his head up: "To borrow your words, there are no outsiders here. Let's stop being hypocritical. What is there to say, how nice!?"

Ling Luoyu looked sideways: "You catch up with us. If you don't say anything else, we must go with you. There must be a reason. Of course, if you don't want to say it, we won't force you. After all, we are in the same group!"

"Together"

Pi Rong groaned, his brows wrinkled visibly.

It seems to be extremely tangled.

"I say you"

"Fatty!" Ling Luoyu drank Feng Chenglin and shook his head quietly.

Pi Rong is already struggling, so don't ask anymore.

This will appear to be very utilitarian.

She believed that Pi Rong knew how to choose when life and death were at stake.

In the mountains and forests, deathly silence.

Even their breathing becomes a little heavy

As if being pressured by the silence to breathe, Pi Rong loosened his neckline and let out a long sigh.

"We found it, but it was actually a dead spirit in the ghost gate..."

"Necro?" Feng Chenglin straightened up in an instant, and raised his right hand: "Wait for a while...this so-called necroman is what you call something, or is it...or is it true... ...Undead?"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

This guy, the psychological shadow of ghosts and these things in this life is probably inevitable.

After swallowing dryly, Pi Rong lowered his voice.

"Dead spirits... are dead spirits, something that is visible and intangible... They are the patron saint of the ghost gate..."

"Patron saint?"

Feng Chenglin was startled, and immediately looked around.

"What are you protecting? Didn't you say that this place is the place where you... the Mo family buried the dead?"

Since it is a bunch of dead people, what are you still protecting?

Protect these people from being disturbed before their bones turn to ashes! ?

"When the ghost door is closed, it uses Mohist blood as the key, right?"

"...What's wrong?" Feng Chenglin had an ominous premonition inexplicably.

Sure enough, Pi Rong's face was getting worse.

"...Actually, that's a way to open the door to ghosts, but it's also... also... to awaken the dead... to sacrifice..."

Feng Chenglin is completely bad: "You... You can make it clear, what is going on?"

Isn't this harmful?

Summon the undead?

Enough support?

"This is something that can't be helped... When the ghost gate was closed for construction, the original intention was to protect the ancestors of the Mo family from being disturbed. Therefore, a method to protect this place was set up..."

Ling Luoyu lightly chins her head, then shook her head again: "So, as long as we leave within three hours, everything will be fine?"

"Correct!"

"Otherwise?"

"...Maybe...dead..."

Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes: "Are we digging a hole to bury ourselves?"

Thinking of something, raised his eyebrows.

"That's not right... Then don't you have to be like us?"

Pi Rong nodded solemnly: "So, we have to live well for three days..."

"Three days?" Fengchenglin ha ha ha.

Since an ambush was set in advance, it must be a life-death thing.

Three days! ?

As long as that thing appears, I don't know how to endure it for three hours.