Following Pi Rong's guidance, the three of them turned over a mountain and entered the valley.

Compared to the colder surroundings, although the north wind is blowing here, the temperature is significantly higher.

Even the wind blew on the face, there was no such pain as a knife.

Pi Rong glanced around and frowned: "They haven't arrived yet..."

I was silent for two seconds, but I was worried and raised my head and looked.

"What's going to happen to them... isn't it?"

Feng Chenglin found a stone and sat down: "Did you hear anything?"

"……No……"

"Will it be knotted!" Feng Chenglin shook the mud on his shoes: "If all you said is true, then you didn't hear any movement, it would be a good thing. If you hear someone yelling..."

"ah……"

The sharp woman's scream came in a slight manner.

Feng Chenglin's movement suddenly froze, and he immediately raised his eyebrows: "I know... this is a bad idea!"

Before he finished speaking, he thought of something and suddenly slapped himself.

"I'm a crow's mouth..."

Good things are not effective, bad things are very effective.

Listening to the movement, it was Yan Ziyue's cry.

If you keep shouting, even if it's okay, it's still going to be fine.

——

On the snow, in a big deep pit, Yan Ziyue was in tears.

Her feet were stuck on a trap, but fortunately the trap was made of homemade and was made of bamboo. Even though it stuck her ankle, it did not hurt her skin.

Mo You jumped down and looked around with frown: "Who will make a... beast trap here?"

"Who are you asking?"

Zhou Yan then jumped off, helped him to pull the trap and pulled out Yan Ziyue's legs.

"This is your Mo family's thing. It appears. It should be explained by the Mo family, right?"

"I asked, because this thing is simply useless!"

Mo You threw the beast trap out of the pit and turned over himself.

Zhou Yan: “…”

Hey!

This guy actually went up by himself!

Yan Ziyue didn't even carry him.

Then what does it mean to choose?

Just for that trap?

But Mo You was half kneeling on the ground at this time, studying the trap, as if he hadn't noticed the expressions of Yan Ziyue and Zhou Yan at all.

"Miss Yan, why not..."

Zhou Yan gestured for a moment and asked.

Yan Ziyue subconsciously hid her left hand around her waist and nodded: "I'm having trouble..."

The trap did not hurt her muscles, but when she fell, she did sprain her ankle.

Zhou Yan smiled very politely, picked her up, jumped up, and gently put her down.

"Can you leave?"

"Can you do?" Yan Ziyue replied not very sure.

With her ability, walking on the flat ground, maybe it's okay.

But climbing the mountain-

"From the perspective of damage and decay, the trap will not be laid for too long, at most not more than three years, because the bound ropes around it have not completely rotten!"

Mo You got up and frowned.

"But strangely, let alone three years, even thirteen years, I haven't heard of anyone going through the gates of hell again..."

Some things can always arouse some curiosity at the beginning.

But as time goes by, deaths spread within the gates of hell, and everything will become dull.

If it were in those first years, there might be some people who didn't know how to die, and would come in to find secrets, give it a stimulation, and try to prove their abilities.

But so many people have died after so many years, how could there be someone who is desperate to get in?


Chapter completed!