However, after all, Feng Chenglin did not continue to climb the temple.

He was right.

When you get down, you have to count on him.

Although the inheritance of his ancestors may not work in this place.

Suddenly--

"Arrived!"

Junlai's voice was pleasantly surprised.

Feng Chenglin and the others couldn't bother to move the stones, so they hurried closer.

Under the rock, a cyan glazed tile was exposed.

Between the glazed tiles and the rocks, there is a height of about half a meter.

Feng Chenglin crouched on the edge and looked around: "I said that the surname is Miao, don't pretend, come and see the big house built by your ancestors... Why is there still a piece of this empty? Isn't it a mess? ?"

Dingmiao was throwing a torch and walking over, and he had guessed seven or eight points before he got closer.

"The sacrificial hall is built in the cave. Naturally, a part of the space will flow out. One is to avoid being crushed by the weight of the mountain and damaging the hall. Second, it is also for the convenience of repairs..."

He looked down the entrance of the cave, and asked Jun to remove some rocks.

When he started, he also removed the upper layer of glazed tiles.

"Because it is just to build beauty, not to shield the wind and rain, so these glazed tiles have only a thin layer..."

Sure enough, after he opened the glazed tiles, a turbid air rushed toward his face.

Vaguely, there is a smell of Zixiang.

Mo You and Pi Rong said at the same time:

"Arrived!"

"right here!"

Dingmiao opened a three-foot-square skylight, just about to jump down, Ling Luoyu lit a torch and threw it down.

The torch went out before it landed.

"There is no air in it, we have to wait!"

Until the torch jumped and burned inside, a group of people jumped down.

At the beginning of Dingmiao, Ling Luoyu is behind the palace.

After the sacrificial hall was opened, Yan Ziyue didn't even come to watch, as if he was about to forget himself automatically.

"Miss Yan, please!"

"Miss Ling, I...I'm scared, it's too dark there...I'll wait here!"

"What's so scary about being black? So many of us together!"

Ling Luoyu looked sideways, and looked at the direction where the undead disappeared playfully.

"Could it be that in your heart, Miss Yan, several of us are more scary than the dead?"

"No...no...how could..."

Yan Ziyue stood up in disbelief, pressing his left wrist with his right hand subconsciously, and wailing forward.

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid that my cultivation base will cause you trouble when I get to the bottom!"

"Don't worry, as long as you don't trouble us, there will be no trouble to add!" Ling Luoyu saw blood with a sharp cut, mercilessly.

At this point, Yan Ziyue was really not good enough to shirk anymore and jumped down.

Junlai handed the torch: "Be careful!"

Yan Ziyue answered, took it, and walked towards Zhou Yan.

Jun Lai's expression suddenly became a little subtle. When he turned around, he met Ling Luoyu's eyes

"Miss Ling..."

Handing over the torch, Ling Luoyu didn't answer it, just staring at him fixedly.

Jun Lai was a little surprised when he was seen: "Miss Ling?"

Ling Luoyu slowly raised his hand, touched the torch with his fingertips, and raised his eyelashes: "Mr. Come, you won't be... tempted?"

"Or, are you guilty?"

Ling Luoyu finally held the torch, looked in Yan Ziyue's direction playfully, smiling evilly.

"Whether you want to be a lover or make up for it, I advise you not to be now!"