Chapter 4855: dust
"But after all, is there a time for the fight to be completed?" Feng Chenglin became more confused: "After the outside fight is completed, the people inside will finally come out to clean up the mess... Otherwise, in this square, it won't happen. So clean and tidy..."
But the situation now is--
All signs of fighting ended before the ruins.
Compared to the mess over there, it is completely peaceful here, as if nothing happened!
"Or...someone has planted an enchantment to protect this place..."
Feng Chenglin opened his brain, but he denied it immediately.
"No, if there is an enchantment that can block outside attacks, then the people inside will not hide in the hall..."
The voice paused slightly, and he was suddenly speechless, looking thoughtfully in the direction of the hall door.
"San Shao...you said, what will be the first thing we see when we open the door?"
The old shopkeeper was still seriously thinking about the relationship between the ruins and the palace in the distance. At this time, hearing Feng Chenglin's words, he couldn't help being taken aback.
"At first sight...what do you see? Gold and silver treasures?"
Feng Chenglin suddenly took a breath and stared uncomfortably: "Ulgh!!"
The old shopkeeper straightened his eyes: "Then what do you want to see?"
Feng Chenglin didn't bother to pay attention to him, and waved at Ling Luoyu: "San Shao, you say!"
Ling Luoyu understood what he meant, smirking and curling his lips: "Dead people...dead people in one place, bones all over the floor..."
Old shopkeeper: "..."
This is really awkward!
But Feng Chenglin nodded fiercely: "Yes! This is what I think... Third Young Master, do you think so too?"
Thinking of those people who shut themselves at the gate of the palace, aren't they waiting for death in vain?
"I didn't think so!"
Ling Luoyu turned around and continued to stir the latch with his dagger.
"The person who can build this hall is definitely not a vulgar person! Not a vulgar person, in dealing with life and death, will be indifferent, disdainful... people who don't even care about their own life and death, how can they stay in the hall? Waiting to die..."
As long as they are a little bit bloody, they will not choose to be cowardly and wait for death when danger comes, but will fight their opponents and die with blood regardless of the fact.
The latch is heavy and difficult to pick up.
In the end, Feng Chenglin helped, jammed the fixed door latch, and violently pushed open the hall door.
"call……"
A whistling wind suddenly swept over, bringing a trace of dusty smell.
Ling Luoyu's feet about to step into the door paused at that moment, and immediately pushed Feng Chenglin away, and at the same time he blocked his nose and mouth. He also shut his breath, just winking at the old shopkeeper.
The old shopkeeper's thoughts were all behind the hall door, and he didn't even notice Ling Luoyu's warning eyes.
At the moment the palace door was opened, a puff of gray dust hit his face and instantly covered his body.
"Puff... a lot of dust..."
The old shopkeeper stepped back and patted the dust on his body with his hands.
Ling Luoyu was like a **** of avoiding plague, pulling Feng Chenglin back quickly.
Feng Chenglin was dragged dumbfounded: "Three young masters, what's wrong?"
His question was extremely low, even the old shopkeeper didn't notice it.
Ling Luoyu just shook his head without speaking.
The less she made a word, the more Feng Chenglin's heart drifted: "Three young masters, what's the matter? The... evil wind just now, wouldn't it be sneaky... come out to make trouble?"
