Princess Against the World

He knew very well that it would definitely not be magma that could suppress Hanlin like this.

Ling Luoyu didn't dare to relax and followed closely, alerting the surroundings.

As they deepened, the smell of sulfur gradually revealed a smell that was very familiar to both of them, but also shocking.

"It smells of blood!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes darkened, and he turned to look at Mr. Meng charmingly.

This smell made Mr. Meng's eyes flash with panic.

"Old thing...Is something really going to happen to you?!"

He had been fighting with Hanlin for a lifetime, and blood was thicker than water.

If something happened to Hanlin, his spiritual support would have collapsed.

Mr. Meng was used to seeing life and death, but when his close relatives and friends faced the chance of life and death, his feet were still weak and he did not dare to step forward.

"Child...you...go ahead and see...see if that old thing...is dead or alive..."

Ling Luoyu agreed, stepped forward carefully, and waved his hand to drive away the mist.

The further they went, the thicker the smell of blood became, and the heavier the mist became, making the smell of blood seem to stick to the body and not go away.

"Bang..."

Ling Luoyu kicked something under his feet, making a dull sound.

"Child, what's going on?!"

Meng Lao's voice followed.

"You...you didn't see...something, did you?!"

"There is someone on the ground..."

Ling Luoyu carefully squatted down and dispersed the mist.

"It's just that he is lying down..."

"Isn't that old thing..." Mr. Meng's footsteps rushed towards him.

Although I say I don’t dare to look at it, I really don’t want to give up if I don’t look at it.

A man in black was lying there, motionless. There was a pool of long-dried blood under his body. There were also several wounds on his body, and his clothes were covered with blood stains.

"Not Hanlin?!"

Mr. Meng saw the figure of the man in black at a glance and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he was still worried about pulling the general over, and finally calmed down.

"It's really not him..."

The man in black is about thirty years old, with a dark complexion and thick calluses on his hands. He looks like he is practicing boxing.

"Mr. Meng, do you know him?!"

Mr. Meng tilted his head and looked at it for a while, then shook his head decisively: "I don't know, I haven't seen it before..."

"Then don't you find it strange?!"

Ling Luoyu slowly stared, his eyes charming.

"Don't you think it makes no sense for him to appear here?!"

"..."

"Being able to hit Grandpa Hanlin so hard that he left footprints shows that this person's cultivation level is definitely above him, but there aren't many such people in the wild world, right?!"

When Ling Luoyu said this, Mr. Meng also realized that something was wrong.

Just now he was only thinking about Hanlin's life and death, and didn't think too much.

Now that I think about it carefully, there is indeed something wrong.

"That's right! The cultivation level of our disciples in the wild world is getting lower and lower every generation. If there is really someone with such a level of cultivation, I have no reason not to know...but..."

He knelt down, pinched the man's cheek and looked at it carefully several times, and finally shook his head.

"I really haven't seen him!"

"That's strange... Ordinary outsiders can't enter here at all, and how did he get in?! And... how did he die?!"

The two looked at each other and suddenly looked around.

After searching carefully, they both stood up in surprise.

"Here... there are no traces of a fight... If there was a fight, it would be just the few footprints and this dead man..." Mr. Meng was confused and shook his head blankly.