Ling Luoyu: "..."

I wonder if there are many other types?

"I don't know what I said... I don't know why Ding Temple suddenly disappeared! Because we kept talking, and as we were talking, you came... It was just that he disappeared without the time he finished that sentence..."

Feng Chenglin recalled the place where Ding Temple stood at the end, frowned.

"At that time... there seemed to be another sound, as if it was a collision..."

"The sound of impact?"

Ling Luoyu's heart suddenly sank and looked around alertly.

"Which direction did the impact sound come from?"

"Just this..."

“…”

Looking at the statue Feng Chenglin pointed to, Ling Luoyu had not come back to his senses for a moment.

"What did you say?"

"This...is this! That sound came from here at that time!"

Feng Chenglin recalled the sound at that time and suddenly raised his hand and knocked on the statue.

"Yes, that's the voice..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Feng Chenglin knocked on the statue several times again, and was even more certain.

"Yes! He just knocked on this...and then there was no movement!"

"this……"

Ling Luoyu frowned, took a step back, and looked at the sculpture carefully.

"Is this thing...a mechanism?"

She had noticed this sculpture for a long time, and it was a beast that could not be named.

After taking a look at it, she didn't care. She thought it was just a decoration. Now, she looked closely and obviously found something wrong.

"Fatty... don't you think... this statue looks a little abrupt and stiff here, right?"

The entire hall is arranged according to the arrangement of the women's boudoir, mainly with the pink girl's heart.

And such a beast looks a bit out of place in pink.

"It's true...it seems a little uncomfortable!"

Feng Chenglin circled around the statue and felt enlightened.

"Why do they put such a thing here?"

"Fatty... they didn't want to put it on!"

Ling Luoyu suddenly smiled evilly and curled his lips, and turned his head against his charm.

"It's because once this sculpture is put down here... it can't be moved away..."

Feng Chenglin also reacted and took a deep breath: "You mean... this sculpture is the so-called mechanism!?"

"Or otherwise, why do you think Ding Temple suddenly disappeared!"

“…”

"Why are you still standing there? Find a mechanism!"

Ling Luoyu chose the last location of the temple, looked carefully, and stroked every inch of his fingertips, but did not find any place to touch.

Feng Chenglin also looked around and finally looked at Ling Luoyu in a daze.

"San Young Master...I can't find it..."

Things like mechanism formations require talent to learn.

Otherwise, ordinary people will be confused when they see those messy characters.

Fatty Feng is such an ordinary person.

As for Ling Luoyu, he is just a little better than him.

The two of them hugged the sculpture for a while, but they didn't find any mechanism to open it, so they couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

"Fatty...why should we wait for Mo Xuanchen to come?"

"...You can do it, anyway, I can't do anything!"

Feng Chenglin straightened his waist and sootheed his slightly stiff waist.

"Maybe we both got it wrong at the beginning!! The mechanism that was opened is not here at all!"

Looking at his movements, Ling Luoyu suddenly realized: "Fatty... you are about the same height as Dingmiao, right?!"

“…almost…just…”
Chapter completed!