The lively voices outside gradually lowered, and the town once again returned to the silence of the late night.

Feng Chenglin was bored and took all the chopsticks and fiddled with serial patterns on the table.

Who knew that as soon as he finished it, he was disrupted by a book by Ling Luoyu.

"Fatty, go!"

Feng Chenglin was a little confused: "Where to go?"

Ling Luoyu turned to the kitchen leisurely: "Go and see our Mr. Zhao... see if he is still alive!"

"You finally remember him!"

Feng Chenglin jumped up quickly and rushed into the backyard first.

As soon as I stepped into the backyard, my steps suddenly stopped: "Fuck..."

Ling Luoyu also stood behind him: "What a strong smell of blood!"

I don’t know, I thought they were now at the slaughterhouse!

The air is filled with a strong smell of blood, which is pungent to the mouth and nose.

Feng Chenglin covered his mouth with his sleeves and frowned and turned his head: "San Shao, don't you think this place is a bit... quiet?"

No wind, no sound.

Only the well water is shimmering with the reflection of the moonlight, folding out on the surrounding flowers, plants and trees, swaying unsteadily.

Otherwise, this place would be like a dead city that has not been set foot on for thousands of years, without a man and a dead silence.

"Fatty!" Ling Luoyu signaled to the front quietly.

Only then did Feng Chenglin see the motionless old shopkeeper.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, and in front of him, a man was vaguely lying on the ground.

But the human figure looks thin and shriveled.

"Three Young Master..."

Feng Chenglin's heart trembled—

If that human form was Zhao Sheng who was skinned and pulled out, wouldn’t it be bloody?

If this looks like it will probably not be able to eat meat chops for a year!

Who knew that Ling Luoyu still slid his lips: "Go, you are a man!"

No matter how disgusting it is, you have to be a man, right?

Feng Chenglin Sheng had no desire to be fond of: "...San Young Master, is this... still a matter of men and women?"

What you are looking at is not the fruit body, so what other men and women should we talk about?

Who knew that Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes seriously: "I am a woman, I am timid..."

“…”

"Born timid!"

“…”

After all the words are said, what else can Feng Chenglin say?

I have to endure the disgust and harden my teeth!

His right hand was secretly filled with beast-shaped power. He did not go up directly, but carefully touched it from one side, and did not dare to move his eyes away from the human form on the ground, for fear that if he accidentally bumped into something he shouldn't have seen.

The light flashed, and a stream of light flashed across the wellhead, and instantly slid across the corner of Ling Luoyu's eyes.

She looked sideways, her pupils shrink, and she looks at the old shopkeeper who is facing away from her back quietly, and quietly walks to the wellhead.

In the well water, something seemed to be shaking and jumping.

As for Feng Chenglin, he moved to the side of the old shopkeeper at this time, and could already see what was in front of him.

After a glance, I felt a little bad:

"Three...Three Young Master..."

Ling Luoyu's steps suddenly paused and looked sideways.

Feng Chenglin's tone is very wrong!

It seems like I saw something I shouldn't have seen!

Moreover, he also raised his head and looked up at Ling Luoyu's gaze, and kept winking and signaling her to come over.

Ling Luoyu hesitated for a moment, but in the end he did not look at the light underground, but walked towards Feng Chenglin.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Chenglin's head with a strange face showed signs, and his expression was extremely sour.

Ling Luoyu frowned and walked over slowly.
Chapter completed!