"What do you mean is...the entrance to the gods here?" Old Meng looked around nervously.

Although he has not come here many times, it is still clear whether there is an entrance.

"But I've been here many times, and I've never found any entrance!!"

Ling Luoyu shook his head and frowned slightly: "I'm not very clear either... I'm just speculating!!"

Where there is an entrance to the gods, at least there must be some traces of their existence, such as the carved totem of patterns, which now has nothing, so Ling Luoyu is not sure.

"But, apart from that, we don't seem to find a better reason to explain this..."

"Yes..." Old Meng sighed, his eyes becoming more and more confused: "This person suddenly appeared, and he also had the hallmark patterns of the gods..."

He suddenly stopped the sound, as if he had remembered something, suddenly raised his head and looked at Ling Luoyu, and his mouth twitched, as if he was about to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

"Child...you said...Hanlin...will something happen to Hanlin?"

Judging from that power, Hanlin must have encountered something.

But now that I can’t see anyone living or corpses dead, I can’t see anyone living, which makes Mr. Meng’s heart go up and down.

"He couldn't have met the gods... people, right?"

"It's hard to say..."

Ling Luoyu stood up and looked around, smiling bitterly.

"There is no trace at all now. I'm afraid there is some information, so we can guess five or six points...but now..."

She looked at the depths of the foggy volcano, her eyes were filled with blades.

"Old Meng, please look at this person again. I'll go ahead and see... What if there are any clues..."

"I'll accompany you..."

"No, I can handle it myself!"

"Then be careful!"

Ling Luoyu responded calmly and walked towards the depths of the fog.

The more you go in, the more viscous the heat becomes, and the smell of sulfur becomes stronger, as if her body is filled with the smell of sulfur.

A faint call from behind came from behind.

"Old Meng...girl...where are you?!"

"Old ancestor?!"

Ling Luoyu hesitated for a moment, looked at the still unfathomable depths, and finally responded and retreated.

Halfway through, I met the goddess who came to meet him.

"Girl, why are you going so deep?! Have you found Hanlin?!"

"No... ancestor, why did you come down?"

"I can't see you anxious, and there is no reply, so I can't help but come... By the way, where is Lao Meng?!"

The god aunt looked up at Ling Luoyu.

"Where did that old thing go? I just saw a pool of blood, but I didn't see anyone. I thought something happened to you, which scared me...!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes changed slightly, and he looked at the divine aunt calmly, and his lips twitched: "Old ancestor, what do you mean by this?"

"What does it mean?!" The god aunt was confused when asked back: "I just asked where Mr. Meng is...what happened?"

She asked this, it seems that nothing was wrong?!

Could it be—

"Girl, is there something wrong with Lao Meng? That pool of blood... is Lao Meng's?!"

Who knows—

Ling Luoyu's expression became more and more wrong: "What? Didn't you see Mr. Meng?!"

"Old Meng? No... I didn't see anyone along the way, but I saw the pile of blood!"

The god aunt was even more nervous by Ling Luoyu's expression and her eyes were in amazement.

"Girl... Is something really wrong with Lao Meng?!"
Chapter completed!