Zhao Sheng looked at the puppets around him and twitched his lips hard.

Feng Chenglin moved his muscles and bones, but he didn't even look at him: "If God had eyes, he would kill you first, and he would scatter your soul and scatter your soul. He would punish others and harm others for being unable to get into peace, and harm so many lives..."

Zhao Sheng looked at Ling Luoyu quietly and saw that she was facing her back to him, while Feng Chenglin was concentrating on the outer pit, so he moved carefully to the side, hoping to escape.

only--

"If I were you, I wouldn't run away..."

Feng Chenglin slowly raised his head, as if he was looking at an idiot, and smiled badly: "Don't you feel that you are already the turtle in the jar?"

Zhao Sheng's steps suddenly stopped, and only then did he realize that something was wrong-

Their people were killed here with a melodious sound of flutes. Why didn’t there be any outsiders coming to help?

What's strange is that he didn't even hear any sound from outside.

like--

They seem to be in a separate world!

"Why...what is going on?" Zhao Sheng roared in shock, pressing his hands against the wound and rushed to the outside. Along the way, he knocked away many puppets.

Feng Chenglin looked at his back, shook his head, and continued to dig his own pit.

"This person is just a scheming person! No wonder he makes himself so embarrassed..."

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Ling Luoyu's hand wandering on Liao Ao.

"Fuck...no, Master San, do you... have such a strong taste?"

At this time, Liao Ao had black patterns on his body.

The venom spread along his blood vessels and had already filled his entire body.

Especially on his face, black blood flowed out along his seven orifices, making him even more hideous and terrifying.

Ling Luoyu's fingers retracted from Liao Ao's heart: "He has a pulse, a heartbeat, and a breath... Moreover, under the erosion of toxins, his internal organs are slowly rotting and disappearing... Fatty, this guy is different from other puppets!"

"It's just different! Otherwise, the Lord of God wouldn't treat him like that..." Feng Chenglin went down and threw away the soil: "I said, why don't we give him the whole coffin and just buried it like this... Isn't it a bit too unkind?"

"Coffin?" Ling Luoyu thought of something.

"I think we and Liao Ao will meet each other after all, which is also a fate. It's reasonable. We should have a coffin for him to have a place to live so that he won't be huddled with such a group of zombies. What do you think, the third young master..."

Feng Chenglin muttered and turned his head, but suddenly became petrified.

"Three Young Master?"

In the entire barrier, except for him and the stupid Zhao Sheng, there was no one who was breathing.

"No, right? Playing this set again..."

He looked at the half-digged pit and threw the shovel in a little deflated manner, which was so painful.

"If you leave, you have to say... Should I dig or not in this pit? If I dig, how big is it? If I dig, how big is it? If I add a coffin..."

The complaints were not over yet, and the scenery in front of me suddenly changed, and the face of nothingness and vain was suddenly impressed.

"Mr. Wind!"

"What are you doing?" Feng Chenglin wiped away the sweat from his forehead: "Where is the third young master? Why did he come back suddenly?"

Xu Wu thrust his lips behind Feng Chenglin: "Hey..."

Feng Chenglin turned around suspiciously, and then he found that Ling Luoyu was spinning around the stone beast.

"San Master, what are you doing?"

"The master wants to activate the ghost coffin!" Xu Wu handed over a warm hand towel.
Chapter completed!