"Miss Ling has a plan to withdraw from the enemy?" Zhou Yan's eyes narrowed: "Otherwise, you wouldn't be so confident!"

He has been observing Ling Luoyu in secret.

When others saw the dead, their expressions changed.

Even Mo You, the Mo family, was obviously moved.

But she didn't!

Looking at the necromancer, she was like looking at a few small dogs and kittens in captivity, extremely disdainful and dismissive.

If it weren't for a strategy to withdraw from the enemy, it would be to have absolute confidence and kill the spirit in seconds.

"Patriarch Zhou looks down upon me, but...I'm afraid Patriarch Zhou will be disappointed!"

Turning his head, Ling Luoyu looked at the necromantic following with a calm expression.

"Like you, this is the first time I have seen this guy. I even doubt whether he will die. How can I retreat?"

"that"

"But I have a way to save everyone's lives!"

"...Three young masters, come and listen!"

Feng Chenglin has always been the first to respond to such things.

Ling Luoyu's eyes flashed across no one's body: "Play dead!"

Everyone: "..."

What is this idea?

"Young Master You has just said very clearly, the dead will follow the sound to find their prey, then, as long as you pretend to be dead when the dead arrive, everything will be done!"

Ling Luoyu's fingertips stood up lightly, staring very seriously.

"Remember, what I said about pretending to be dead is not that you lie on the ground and roll your eyes to finish things, but you have to suppress your heartbeat and pretend to be dead like a dead person. Maybe... in this way, you can save your lives! "

She said that she was very serious, her face was solemn, and it made several other people's faces darkened.

"Young Master You, what do you mean?" Zhou Yan looked at the undead: "You Mohists have nothing to say about this thing?"

"... Patriarch Zhou, your Zhou family has always relied on information as its king. You don't even know things. It is conceivable that how much information can our Mo School reveal?"

Mo You laughed at himself and shook it.

"Perhaps, for me, it is not enough to know these things!"

"Patriarch Zhou, things you don't know, probably they don't even know!" Feng Chenglin scratched his head and sighed: "So, we can avoid it now. If we have to wait for the fight, we will talk about it. Time!"

He knew it very well.

Ling Luoyu's remarks were aimed at Yan Ziyue and Zhou Yan.

As for him and Dingmiao, they really couldn't, they could escape into the chaos.

Speaking of Dingmiao, he just remembered.

"By the way, Dingmiao...he and Junlai haven't moved yet? Is something wrong?"

"No, if something happens, will we hear nothing?"

Zhou Yan said in a deep voice, pointing at the undead below indifferently.

"Also, that necromancer has been slow...you Gongzi, your Mo family's description of it seems to be... come without a trace, go without a trace, right?"

Come without a shadow, go without a trace, that's a lightning-fast movement.

But what about the undead under the mountain?

The one moved around was like a steamed bun, white and fat, and slow.

Feng Chenglin took a deep breath and seemed to just remember: "Yeah...I was still thinking about it, I always feel something is wrong! But think about it carefully, when something is wrong, I can't remember it!"

Now being reminded by Zhou Yan, the whole person is awake.