Feng Chenglin looked at her in confusion, but still cooperated to walk over and stood in the memory of the Ding Temple standing.

"What do you want me for now?"

"You said... I heard a collision of the sculpture?"

"……yes……"

"Did you say something he doesn't like to hear at that time?"

“…No?”

Fatty Feng was obviously weak in energy and quickly changed the topic.

"Then...what do you want me to do?"

"What would you do if you get angry, punch and kick?"

“…”

Feng Chenglin was completely confused by Ling Luoyu and waved his fists tentatively: "If I hit..."

He hesitated for a moment, and finally suddenly punched the statue.

"Dong!"

The harsh voice made Ling Luoyu frown: "Why are you doing with such a lot of strength?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Didn’t you let the action?

Without waiting for refutation, Ling Luoyu had already been rejected and pushed away.

“Get out of the way…”

Following the height that Feng Fatty had just punched, Ling Luoyu carefully checked around.

Suddenly—

Her fingertips groped and retreated.

"here……"

As a scale was pushed away, the expressions of the two gradually became secretly happy.

But, the next second—

"Swoosh!"

The two fell from the ground instantly.

The floor flipped and closed silently, as if there had never been any cracks.

"Bang!"

Feng Chenglin landed first. Before he could get up, Ling Luoyu hit him and was sitting in his chest.

"pain……"

The heart hurts!

"It hurts the wool... How painful can it be with such a short distance!"

Ling Luoyu turned over and jumped up, took out the fire note, and looked around alertly.

Feng Chenglin rubbed his heart and stood up: "Of course you don't hurt... I'm making a human cushion for you below!"

"Shh!"

Ling Luoyu burst out his lips, suddenly raised his hand to block his mouth, and looked up at it with his head raised.

"We're under the bedroom..."

Feng Chenglin was about to speak, but he saw an object from the corner of his eyes, which scared him and screamed in shock.

"coffin……"

Around them, there were dense coffins, one after another, neatly extending backwards.

"Fuck...San Young Master, are we falling into...their tomb?"

"Whose tombs will be built under the bedroom? And it's still that short distance?"

Ling Luoyu was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he lit the torch and threw it to Feng Chenglin.

"Look at what coffins are there..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

The coffin is a coffin, what coffin is there?!

He looked at a few with a torch, and he raised his head in a daze: "San Young Master...these coffins are all made of wood..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

nonsense!!

Isn't it just wood?

"I want you to see... to see who's coffin!"

"…Oh… Then you won't explain it clearly!"

Feng Chenglin shook his head and laughed at himself.

"However, I guess it's not the coffin of someone with identity..."

"Why?"

"Is there any need to ask? Whose coffin has you seen?...Isn't it a Feng Shui treasure land? It's like this, it's just placed in one place...and there are so many..."

After watching a few in a row, Feng Chenglin's face was wrong.

"San Young Master...there are no names on these coffins..."

All coffins seem to be mass-produced, with similar materials and patterns, basically no big difference.

Ling Luoyu stared thoughtfully: "If you have a name, you will enter the so-called Feng Shui treasure land..."
Chapter completed!