"There is no way, we can only wait for our sons and grandchildren here... They are all inside. Where can we immortals go? Let's wait for them here!"

"I hope God has eyes and will one day reunite our family..."

“…”

The old man said something, and I said something, but Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin just listened quietly and did not interrupt.

It was not until their emotions subsided and their words began to decrease that they comforted them and handed over the hot water.

"I'm sure what you mean, this Puppet Mountain wasn't like this before?"

Before Feng Chenglin could finish his words, the old man who picked him up suddenly looked up.

"What Puppet Mountain?"

Feng Chenglin quietly pointed to the mountain above his head.

"Bad! This is called Laoshan... The people we have lived here for several lifetimes, they all call it Laoshan. They have been calling it for hundreds of years. How... how to change it to what... Puppet Mountain?"

Ling Luoyu suppressed Feng Chenglin: "Old man, who did you just now? Those people later entered Laoshan and changed it?"

"It's those beasts!! Although I don't know what they do, since Lao Shan has changed, there will definitely be nothing good... Humph!"

The old man pounded his thigh with one hand, gritting his teeth with hatred.

"This group of beasts has lost all their conscience, God will definitely punish them..."

"Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely punish you!" Feng Chenglin poured hot water: "Maybe, we are the ones who come to punish them..."

"You?" The old man's eyes lit up, he suddenly grabbed Feng Chenglin's hand, and knelt down with a "thump".

His kneeling was shocked by Feng Chenglin without any warning and quickly helped him up.

"Old man, what are you doing? I... I just said it casually, you..."

"Don't lie to me, two... Although I don't know what you two do, I have lived at such a long time, so I still understand something... Since you two have come here and asked us so many things about Laoshan, you must be interested in the people on Laoshan!"

The old man pushed Feng Chenglin's hand away and stubbornly knelt down again.

"My old bones are lonely again, and it doesn't matter if I live... My motivation for life is to hope that one day, when my son and grandson come back, but it seems... I can't wait for this life, so... If you two are going to practice the way for heaven, I will beg you here on behalf of everyone in our village... to bring some heads back... We want to worship the dead souls..."

Feng Chenglin looked at Ling Luoyu with some sadness: "Three Young Master..."

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes and stood up: "Since the old man said that... if we refuse, we should avoid being too pretentious! But... we need all the information about Puppet Mountain! Including what is in the mountains, how big is it, where there are forests, where there are caves, where there are water..."

"This is OK!" The old man nodded quickly: "We all grew up in Laoshan. We know every tree and grass in the mountain. We don't know each other well, even if we close our eyes, we can walk back and forth in the mountain..."

"Since that's the case... do you guys mind recommending someone to be our guide?"

Feng Chenglin looked at Ling Luoyu suspiciously—

Are you getting it wrong!!

These are the elderly, weak, sick and disabled who will die at any time!

Take them into the mountains?

Isn't that equivalent to bringing an ancestor?
Chapter completed!