Xiang Yan and I stared at the direction where the footsteps came from.

It seemed like a century had passed, and it seemed like it was only a moment. There was only a corner between us and Lan Linfeng.

Xiang Yan and I both held our breaths and stared fixedly at the corner.

"Ning~" Lan Linfeng's voice revealed indescribable fatigue.

We saw Lan Linfeng, holding on to the wall with a cold sweat on his face, the light in his eyes flickering on and off.

"I..." Lan Linfeng trembled his lips, as if he wanted to say something to me, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only make a huffing and puffing sound in his throat.

Lan Linfeng bit his lip hard, his eyes brightened, he took out something from his arms and threw it over.

I frowned, and when I saw the rotten brush with only one tip left, my heart moved.

"Is this what the bystanders used to draw?" I walked up to Lan Linfeng, bent down and picked up the pen tip: "Or maybe it is the real soul of this parchment."

It was used to store the spiritual power of bystanders when the parchment was originally made. Now it has decayed like this. No wonder the parchment itself cannot complete the lost territory. But if this thing regains its spiritual energy, it will be troublesome.

Already...

"Take it away...quickly!" Lan Linfeng's eyes were full of anxiety. Although he didn't know what the purpose of this thing was, since it was what it wanted, he absolutely couldn't take it back.

"and you……"

Lan Linfeng's eyes dimmed, and the veins on his forehead popped up before he managed to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth: "Don't worry about me, just... just like you said... I'm just a fake...

"

I:"……"

Lan Linfeng looked at me and showed a forced smile: "But...fortunately...I didn't hurt you."

I:"……"

"Let's go, I'm... about to... lose control... I'm very happy to get to know you, I..." The light in Lan Linfeng's eyes disappeared, and the whole person walked mechanically towards the way he came.

"What's wrong with him?" Xiang Yan looked at Lan Linfeng's leaving figure inexplicably: "Should we follow him?"

I pondered for a moment and then took a step forward: "Go and have a look."

The tip of the pen felt cool and fluffy in my hand. I put it into my pocket. Xiang Yan couldn't help but frown when he saw my actions and said, "Why do you still keep such a dangerous thing?"

"How do you know it's dangerous? It's just a pen." I said with a smile.

"Since it is something that Feng desperately sent back, it must not be simple." Xiang Yan analyzed: "I think you should use your white fire to burn it in one go, so as not to cause trouble."

"This thing is dangerous in its hands, but in my hands...it's just a pen, don't be so nervous, let's go! Let's go get my drop of blood back." I chuckled and put it behind Lan Linfeng.

.

Lan Linfeng's steps were a little stiff, and he didn't know how to avoid potholes when he encountered them. He stumbled to a huge...???

My eyes widened: "Um...did I see it wrong?"

Xiang Yan: "...I saw a huge... tomb!!!???"

"So, I'm not wrong!?" I watched Lan Linfeng walk into the grave step by step, feeling so sour.

"Oh, there isn't even a window in that place, what should we do?" Xiang Yan stuck his head out anxiously.
Chapter completed!