The old shopkeeper paused for drinking water, turned his head slightly, and looked at the two people behind him from the corner of his eyes.

Feng Chenglin completely ignored his reaction and still murmured on his own.

"Look, the old man's daughter died first, so the old man handled her funeral. When the old man dies, we will collect his body... So in general, this old man has a good life. At least we will not be in a wilderness. After death, we can still be buried in the soil..."

He suddenly sat up and shook his head astonished.

"But it's a pity that his daughter... didn't even have a worshiper after her death! Do you think we should spend some money and let the people in the town come to give his daughter some incense, candles, paper money during festivals?"

Ling Luoyu looked at the old shopkeeper calmly: "How did you know that people need your kindness?"

My daughter is the old shopkeeper's heart.

As long as it involves her, everything will be easy to say!

Feng Chenglin followed her gaze and smiled gloomy: "If I'm a little unkind, then that girl really wants to become a lonely ghost in the grave. I don't know if the corpse will be there a hundred years later!"

"Crash!"

The old shopkeeper threw one hand on the water and turned around suddenly.

"I will deal with my daughter's affairs myself, so I don't have to worry about it..."

"What do you do?" Feng Chenglin pointed behind him: "We are all trapped here and cannot get out for the time being... Could it be that you can conclude that you can get out alive?"

His eyes froze, and he looked around.

"Unless...you know where the way to live is!"

"Life Lu..." The old shopkeeper's breath suddenly lowered: "How do I know?"

"Since you don't know, you have to be prepared to bury your bones here!" Feng Chenglin opened his arms and looked decadent as if he was waiting for death: "Look at us, I know we can't get out, so I'm just waiting for death here... Fortunately, we still have some food and drink, and can last for three or five months, but old man... can only last for three or five days, right?"

"..." The old shopkeeper's face was full of purple, but he sat down by the river without saying anything.

Feng Chenglin quietly glanced at Ling Luoyu, flew up, stretched his waist.

"San Master, you have a rest here first. I'll go there and take a look... Maybe I can find a way out!"

With a long sigh of grief, he climbed up to the upper end of the ruins with his hands and feet.

"San Master, be careful. If you can stay here, don't move... Don't be hungry and thirsty to death by then, but instead be suffocated to death by being angry!"

The old shopkeeper immediately took a few deep breaths, as if he had made up his mind: "The way to live is to go down, and death is up!"

Ling Luo Yuyou looked at it, and Feng Chenglin suddenly stopped and turned around slowly.

"Old man, what were you saying?"

"The way to live is to go down... and die up!"

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Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin looked at each other, and the latter turned around and sat on the gravel and smiled playfully.

"Old man, what do you mean? It shouldn't be said... if you want to live, you have to..."

He hooked his head and looked at his feet.

"You have to go down, right? But there is no way down there?"

The old shopkeeper still turned his back to the two of them, his eyes staring at Shuiliu with deep eyes, and his voice was extremely cold: "Don't you want to know, do I know how much? I only know so much... I live a way out, die up!"

Ling Luoyu stood up leisurely: "Old man, did Mr. Tang tell you this sentence?"
Chapter completed!