It is cold and humid, and there is also a sour and pungent smell during the period.

Especially when entering the forest, a special smell becomes even more obvious—

"quicklime?!"

Ling Luoyu was thinking about something, and his toes gently stroked, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

"really……"

At her feet, a light layer of white mixed in the dirt.

"It's really quicklime. No wonder these bamboos are half dead and drooping..."

Quicklime is mostly used for corpses to prevent moisture.

Used at this time, it really fits the atmosphere of Puppet Mountain-

After all, this is a place where dead people gather!

It is reasonable to use some quicklime to prevent corrosion.

But for bamboo, it is already good to be able to survive in the torment of quicklime.

As for what Mr. Xu said, he saw the other end of the bamboo forest at a glance—

Ling Luoyu stared at the opposite side in a narrow look.

With her eyesight, she couldn't even penetrate the other end of the bamboo forest.

Opposite the bamboo forest, a faint, faint mist floating in the mist.

"Three Young Master?"

Feng Chenglin was a little anxious when he saw Ling Luoyu standing by the bamboo forest.

"Do you see any tricks?"

"No, why don't you... let's take a look?"

"...Forget it, you'll continue to look forward to it! I'll accompany Mr. Xu!"

Feng Chenglin smiled embarrassedly, sat down next to Mr. Xu, and found out that he was drawing something on the ground.

"Old Xu?"

"I'm painting Lao Shan... Although my painting skills are not good, I can still see a rough idea, right?"

Xu Lai gestured with the branches.

"Look here, it's a mountain, this kind of water, and these sticks are trees..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly realized: "What you painted is the previous Puppet Mountain..."

"Yes, when we were kids, everything has changed now!"

Old Xu sighed and looked in the direction of the bamboo forest again.

"Sometimes I wonder, if we are stopped and can't get in, are the people inside trapped and cannot get out... If this is the case, it means that our children are still alive, just because of some reasons, they cannot meet... It's better than... God and man are separated forever, life and death are separated forever!"

Feng Chenglin was sad when he said: "Old man, don't worry, as long as I and the third young master come in, I will definitely do my best to save those innocent people!"

He stood up suddenly and walked towards Ling Luoyu with great strides.

"Old Xu, you are waiting here, I'll help the third young master..."

By the bamboo forest, Ling Luoyu's eyes were slightly closed, neither moving nor speaking, as if an old monk had entered into meditation.

Feng Chenglin stood still and did not dare to disturb him. He just tentatively shouted: "Three Young Master?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes opened slightly: "This is a formation..."

Feng Chenglin twitched his lips: "I know..."

Needless to say?

It must be a formation!

Otherwise they would have passed by now!

Ling Luoyu looked sideways: "Can you break it?"

Feng Chenglin's face instantly grew: "...Where can I do this? This is the strength of Ding Temple!"

"What should I do?"

“…”

How could he know what to do?

"San Young Master, I have always been following you in this kind of thing! Even if you don't do it, I won't do it..."

He aimed at the bamboo forest and frowned.

"San Young Master, like the undead in the forbidden area, we dare to make a breakthrough... What's wrong with you today?"

What he didn't have the nerve to say was-

Why are you timid today?

According to Ling Luoyu's personality, he should have rushed forward long ago.
Chapter completed!