Chapter 3887: Swallow the beast

Many years passed, but Yang Zhi still couldn't help but choke.

"She's the one I thought... I thought I could live and die together! But I didn't expect..."

Hehe laughed twice, and Ling Luoyu couldn't hear his emotions either.

"Unexpectedly, she was bewitched by my mother...into the secret realm!! Since then...never appeared again!"

Yang Zhi slowly raised his head, his eyes like a knife: "In the secret realm, there is a red box, have you seen it?"

"I see, what's in there...?"

"death!!"

"..."

Seeing Ling Luoyu frowning, Yang Xinlan explained: "The key is the key I told you..."

"key?"

Ling Luoyu was startled.

That blood eye is the key?

But it doesn't matter if it is like that!

"There is a swallowing beast in the wooden box, and the blood of ancient ancestors is stored in its abdomen! Because only that blood can open the sky stone, so that ordinary people like us can also see our future..."

Swallow the beast?

Ling Luoyu thought of the blood basin and gulped.

In the belly of that mouth, there was a huge space. Twenty consecutive bombs failed to explode it, showing the huge space inside.

If you use that space to store blood, it would be appropriate.

just--

Ling Luoyu suddenly thought of the twenty gunpowder.

With such a powerful explosion, even if the blood of the ancient ancestors was still stored in the blood at the time, it is estimated that there will be no more blood plasma left! !

"Hehe... what you said... won't be that..."

Ling Luoyu had no words, just opened his mouth wide and bit down.

Yang Zhi and Yang Xinlan looked slightly changed.

"You... how do you know?"

"Didn't you mean... you haven't seen the contents of the wooden box?"

"...Uh..." Ling Luoyu smiled and said, "This is a long story. I really don't know what came out of the box, but... the last thing I saw was indeed a blood bowl. Big mouth..."

Yang Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly: "You...what did you do to it?"

Judging from Ling Luoyu's look and reaction, the big mouth of the blood basin seemed to be more than good.

"This... it's even longer! I'll just make a long story short..."

Ling Luoyu figured out the expressions of the siblings and made a pop gesture.

"I threw gunpowder in..."

"what?"

Yang Xinlan screamed and got up.

"Then... the blood in there..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

of course?

Let alone blood, the blood residue is probably gone!

Comparatively speaking, Yang Zhi was quite calm: "There is a lot of space inside, and a piece of gunpowder...maybe it doesn't cause much harm! Maybe, the blood is still there!"

"……That one……"

Ling Luoyu wanted to say something but stopped, and finally shut up again.

Yang Zhi understood what she meant, and slowly straightened up his waist: "You...Miss Ling, you won't throw a few more?"

"……not much……"

"How much is not much?"

"...Only twenty..."

"..."

Yang Zhi and Yang Xinlan were completely speechless.

Is this not much?

Even if the twenty most powerful gunpowders were bombed with such a pile, it is estimated that the blood in them would be dangerous.

"What are you doing with this expression? As if... I dug your family's ancestral grave..."

In fact, Ling Luoyu wanted to say, as if his father and mother had died, she felt sad and desperate like a concubine.