"We two big men, but can't see anything, is this well still a little bit... patriarchal, despise our men, only you women can see?" Feng Chenglin's brain hole, let go again self.

"It shouldn't be so exaggerated..." Ling Luoyu thought of something: "I suspect...The reason why only I can see this well is because Gu Lan..."

"...Who?!" Feng Chenglin shouted out silently, "That guy...he, what about him??"

"Isn't this ghost world created by him? No one knows the rules of the game better than him. He must know under what circumstances can he see this well... So, He gave me medicine... purpose..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly took a breath, his eyes lit up instantly.

"I see. We always thought that Gu Lan poisoned me, and that's why my cultivation base was restricted. We also assumed that after entering here, someone would give us an antidote, but in fact ... Gu Lan's ultimate goal should only be for me to see this blood well, so... he poisoned me!"

"But why?"

Although he knew that he couldn't see anything, Feng Chenglin couldn't help holding out his head and glanced at the stone a few times.

"Could it be...what can't be done in this blood well?"

It's so mysterious, and it takes so much effort to tell them that there is a weird well of blood here, right? !

A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Ling Luoyu's mouth: "I don't know, but I know that there is someone... he must know!"

"Who!?"

Ling Luoyu did not answer, but looked in the direction of the village behind him.

Feng Chenglin understood: "...that old man, that old man...it was he who told us that there is a well here, and let me use the well water. If he didn't know the blood well, how could he know that there is a well? Where's the well?!"

"...So, Fatty! Take our trophies! Return!"

"okay!"

Feng Chenglin was refreshed in an instant, picked up the bucket, and ran back quickly.

At this time, there were not many people in the village. Only a few people who seemed to be watching the excitement were sitting there scattered.

Seeing the three of them return, they all stood up delicately.

When he saw what Feng Chenglin was holding, someone immediately turned and ran back.

Not long after, the old man was supported by someone and walked out quickly.

Judging from his actions, he also seemed very excited, and his hand on crutches was trembling visibly.

At Ling Luoyu's gesture, Feng Chenglin put a bucket of blood in the middle of the road, and then retreated to her side, standing with his hands holding hands, with a proud face.

The old man stopped in front of the bucket of blood. It seemed that his breathing had stopped halfway. The whole person was shaking like chaff, and there was a whimper in his throat. He didn't know if it was sputum or crying because of excitement.

Feng Chenglin approached Ling Luoyu: "San Young Master, you said... If this old man died of excitement if he didn't come up at once, then we don't know anything..."

Before he could finish a sentence, the old man suddenly "chuckled" and fell back on his back.

Fortunately, the people behind him had quick eyesight and quick hands, and quickly grabbed him so that he did not fall.

Jin Dashi and Ling Luoyu looked at Fengchenglin at the same time, their expressions...