"We two big men can't see anything. Is this well a little... and prefers girls over men and looks down on us men. Only you women can see it?" Feng Chenglin's imagination once again let go of himself.

"It shouldn't be that exaggerated..." Ling Luoyu thought of something: "I suspect... the reason why only I can see this well is because of Gu Lan..."

"...Who?!" Feng Chenglin shouted in dismay: "That guy...he, what's he?"

"Isn't this wandering soul world created by him? No one knows the rules of the game here better than him. He must know what circumstances can he see this well... So, he gave me medicine... purpose..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly took a breath of cold air, and his eyes lit up instantly.

"I understand. We always thought that Gu Lan poisoned me, so my cultivation was restricted. We also took it for granted that after entering here, someone would give us antidotes, but in fact... Gu Lan's ultimate goal should be to let me see this blood well, so... he poisoned me!"

"But why?"

Although he knew that he could not see anything, Feng Chenglin could not help but stretch out his head and glanced at the stone several times.

"Is there something in this blood well?"

It’s so mysterious and secret, and I’m going to do it all the time, I won’t just tell them that there is a shameful and weird blood well here, right?!

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Ling Luoyu's mouth: "I don't know, but I know that there is someone... I must know!"

"who!?"

Ling Luoyu did not answer, but looked towards the village behind him.

Feng Chenglin understood in seconds: "...that old man, that old man...it was him who told us that there was a well here, and I asked me to dig well water. If he didn't know the blood well, how could he know that there was a well here?!"

"…So, Fatty! Bring our loot! Return!!"

"Okay!"

Feng Chenglin instantly became energetic, picked up the bucket, and ran back.

At this time, there were not many people in the village, and only a few people who seemed to be watching the fun were sitting there scatteredly.

When they saw the three of them returning, they all stood up as if subtle.

When they saw what Qingfeng Chenglin had in his hand, someone immediately turned around and ran back.

Soon, the old man was supported and walked out quickly.

Judging from his actions, he seemed very excited, and his hands on crutches were trembling obviously.

At Ling Luoyu's instructions, Feng Chenglin placed a bucket of blood in the middle of the road, then retreated to her side, stood with his hands behind his back, with a stingy face.

The old man stopped in front of the bucket of blood, as if his breathing had paused halfway. His whole body shook like a sieve, and a whimpering sound was made in his throat. I don’t know if it was phlegm or because of the excited crying sound.

Feng Chenglin approached Ling Luoyu: "San Young Master, you said... If this old man didn't come up in one breath, he would die of excitement. Then we don't know anything..."

Before he could finish a sentence, the old man suddenly said "crack" and fell backwards.

Fortunately, the people behind him were quick-eyed and quick-witted, so they didn't let him fall.

Jin Dashi and Ling Luoyu looked at Feng Chenglin at the same time, with their expressions...
Chapter completed!