He knew very well that it would definitely not be magma if he could suppress Hanlin like this.

Ling Luoyu did not dare to relax, followed closely, and warned the surroundings.

As they deepened, the scent of sulfur gradually revealed a very familiar and shocking smell between the two of them.

"It's the smell of blood!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes were dark and she turned her head to look at Mr. Meng in a seductive way.

This smell made Mr. Meng's eyes flashed with panic.

"Old thing...you won't really have something wrong, right?"

His mouth that he had fought with Hanlin for a lifetime was already thicker than water.

If Hanlin really had a little accident, his spiritual pillar would be like falling down.

Mr. Meng was used to life and death, but when his close relatives and friends were facing the opportunity of life and death, their feet were still weak and they did not dare to step forward.

"Child...you...you go up first and see...that old thing...is dead or alive..."

Ling Luoyu responded, stepped forward carefully, and waved his hand to drive away the fog.

The more you move forward, the stronger the bloody smell, and the heavier the fog, making the bloody smell seem to be sticky on the body and cannot be dissipated.

"Bang..."

Ling Luoyu kicked something under his feet, with a dull sound.

"Child, what's going on?"

Mr. Meng's voice followed.

"You...you can't see...what you?"

"There is someone on the ground..."

Ling Luoyu squatted down carefully and waved away the mist.

"It's just that he's lying on his back..."

"Is it an old thing..." Mr. Meng's footsteps followed.

Although I dare not read it, I really don’t give up if I don’t read it.

A man in black was lying there, motionless, with a pool of blood that had long been dried up under his body, and a few scars on his body, and his clothes were covered with blood stains.

"Not Hanlin?!"

Old Meng saw the figure of the man in black at a glance and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

However, I was worried about letting the couple go over, and finally calmed down.

"It's not him..."

The man in black is about thirty years old, with dark skin and thick calluses on his hands. He seems to be a person who practices boxing.

"Mr. Meng, do you know him?"

Mr. Meng tilted his head and looked at it for a while, and shook his head decisively: "I don't know you, I haven't seen you before..."

"Don't you find it strange?!"

Ling Luoyu slowly stared at her eyes, her eyes gloomy.

"Don't you think it's unreasonable for him to appear here?!"

“…”

"Being able to hit Grandpa Hanlin hard and leave footprints means that this person's cultivation is definitely above him, but there are not many such people in the wild world, right?"

After Ling Luoyu said this, Mr. Meng also realized that something was wrong.

Just now, he was only concerned about Hanlin's life and death, and did not think too much about it.

Now that I think about it carefully, there is indeed something wrong.

"Not bad!! The cultivation level of our disciples in the wild world is lower than that of each generation. If anyone really has such cultivation level, I don't know... But..."

He squatted down, pinched the man's cheek and looked carefully several times, but finally shook his head.

"I really haven't seen him!"

"That's strange... Ordinary outsiders cannot enter here at all, and how did he enter?! And... how did he die?!"

The two looked at each other and suddenly looked around.

After a careful search, both of them stood up.

"There are no signs of fighting here... If there is a fight, only those footprints and this dead man just now..." Old Meng was confused and shook his head in confusion.
Chapter completed!