Feng Chenglin also realized the danger and did not persist.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, Ling Luoyu suddenly grabbed the shield and suddenly pulled out the shield before the two of them could react.

"boom!"

After the dull collision, there are turbid water surface and sudden whirlpools.

At the moment when the vortex rose sharply, Ling Luoyu grabbed Feng Chenglin and the old shopkeeper from left to right, and followed the vortex of water. The three of them also turned out in circles like water droplets on an umbrella.

At that moment, the heavy centrifugal force made the old shopkeeper's head congested and fainted.

Although Feng Chenglin has not fainted yet, he can't see much better.

The head buzzed, and blood surged upwards, as if it could explode at any time. If it was blurred, it would be left with only blind instinctively grasping Ling Luoyu's hand and not letting go.

I don't know how long it took, but he felt someone pulling his arm and sliding on the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the wet Ling Luoyu holding him with one hand and the old shopkeeper like a dead pig with the other.

And under him, water splashed and slammed into him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Three Young Master?"

Ling Luoyu suddenly stepped aside and let go of his hand.

"You're awake!"

Feng Chenglin coughed and spit out two sips of water, half kneeling on the ground: "What is this?"

Not far ahead, a burning torch was inserted into the cracks of gravel, illuminating a ruin.

"I don't know where this is..." Ling Luoyu pulled the old shopkeeper into the water and threw it on the ground: "The three of us were brought here by the whirlpool... I just lit a torch to light it, and I haven't seen the others yet!"

Feng Chenglin got up and rubbed his depressed chest: "Why do I feel... it's a bit stuffy here, and my breathing is not smooth?"

"The air here is not circulating much, so it's a little stuffy!"

Ling Luoyu pointed at the old shopkeeper's chest.

"Ahem..."

The old shopkeeper coughed and sprayed a sip of water, his face instantly turned red, and he kept coughing.

When they came to their senses completely, they found that Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin were sitting on the gravel, looking at him without blinking, and they couldn't help feeling guilty.

"You...why are you looking at me like this?"

Feng Chenglin pointed his thumb behind him: "We want to tell us what is this?"

"Here?" The old shopkeeper realized that he had arrived at a strange place. He couldn't help but stand up slowly, frowned and turned around: "I...how do I know where this place is?"

"Don't you know?" Feng Chenglin sneered: "You have been here for twenty years, but you still don't know where this place is?"

"I... twenty years?" The old shopkeeper suddenly understood something, and his confused consciousness suddenly became clear: "You...you mean, this is...the underground?"

How could it be?

Here, it's obviously one-

Palace!

"Impossible!" The old shopkeeper shook his head suddenly and took two steps unsteadily under his feet: "How could it be..."

He suddenly breathed extremely rapidly, pressing his chest with his hands, and his face suddenly became dark.

"What's going on...I...Why do I feel so breathless?"

"It is normal to be unable to breathe, and I can't breathe either!" Feng Chenglin pointed around: "This is a closed grave, and there is not much air, so you'd better not be too excited, so you won't wait for a while and the air will be gone. We'll be suffocating to death here..."
Chapter completed!