With the help of Ling Luoyu, the old shopkeeper hurriedly took out the water bag, bite the cork, squeezed the air into his mouth, and exhaled the turbid air through his nose, which made him feel much more comfortable.

With a spirit, he signaled Ling Luoyu to continue moving forward.

But Ling Luoyu shook his head and signaled him to retreat-

No one knows how far the end is.

What's ahead is an unknown number!

The old shopkeeper's water bag was obviously not enough for him to continue swimming, so he could only settle for the second best and return first.

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By the well, Feng Chenglin was anxiously surrounding the well and looked down at him, for fear of missing Ling Luoyu's distress signal.

The water surface was rippled, and the old shopkeeper took the lead in surface.

Feng Chenglin's face changed instantly: "Where is the third young master?"

"she……"

"Old man, what's wrong with you, the third young master?"

Before the old shopkeeper could finish his words, Feng Chenglin had already grabbed the long halberd with one hand and pressed it in front of him.

"Where are she? Where are the people?"

The "slam" sound of water erupted again, and Ling Luoyu broke out of the water.

"Fat man!"

"Three Young Master..."

Feng Chenglin breathed a sigh of relief, quickly grabbed Ling Luoyu's hand and pulled her out.

The moment the water came out of the water, a mist suddenly appeared on Ling Luoyu's body.

When she turned to the ground, her clothes were already dry.

At the other end of the well edge, the old shopkeeper climbed up wet and twisted the water from his clothes: "I guess, even Mr. Tang may not know what is underneath... Who can stay in such a place for too long?"

Unless you have made enough preparations and brought enough air.

Otherwise, it is still a question whether it can come out from that place!

"San Young Master, how about it? Is there a maze below?" Feng Chenglin calmly put away the cloth he was holding again.

I wanted to wipe her body and hair, but I didn't expect it to be just a breathing gap, and it seemed that nothing had happened.

It seems that the difference between him and Ling Luoyu's cultivation is not a small part.

Ling Luoyu looked at the old shopkeeper calmly: "Old man, it's late at night, we want to drink some tea. Can you cook some tea for us?"

Feng Chenglin was stunned, and the old shopkeeper was also stunned.

However, I quickly realized: "Okay, I'll go and boil some hot water, and you guys talk..."

Ling Luoyu discovered something, but didn't want him to know, so he pushed him away.

After his back disappeared from the kitchen, Feng Chenglin lowered his voice: "San Master, have you discovered the secret of that maze?"

"The maze is a maze, but not a maze designed on purpose..."

Ling Luoyu carried over the door of the kitchen and took out something with his hands.

"That's the wall of an ancient city..."

In her hand was a piece of moss-covered bluestone tiles.

Scrape off the moss on it and you can see the blurry patterns on the tiles and stones.

"There are patterns?" Feng Chenglin suddenly took a breath: "This..."

"The patterned bluestone tiles are usually used to build city walls, but will never be used to build mazes..."

"That's right...the patterns are different. As long as you are careful, you can see the unusualness of the road you are walking on the patterns, so no one is too stupid to use patterned wall tiles to create a maze..."

Feng Chenglin looked at Jingkou with charming eyes and licked his lips.

"San Young Master, you... are you going to tell me that the one under the water... is not a maze, but... the ancient city... the ancient city flooded by water!?"
Chapter completed!