Princess Against the World

Feng Chenglin looked at her doubtfully, but still walked over cooperatively and stood where Dingmiao stood in his memory.

"What do you want me to do now?"

"You said... you heard a collision with the sculpture?"

"……yes……"

"Did you say something he didn't like to hear?"

"……no?"

Fatty Feng was obviously weak and quickly changed the topic.

"Then...what exactly do you want me to do?"

"What would you do if you got angry and punched or kicked me?"

"..."

Feng Chenglin was completely confused by Ling Luoyu and tentatively waved his fist: "If I hit..."

He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly punched the statue.

"Boom!"

The harsh voice made Ling Luoyu frown: "Why are you using so much strength?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Weren't you the one who asked me to do it?

Before he could refute, Ling Luoyu was already disgusted and pushed away.

"Step aside……"

Following the height of Fatty Feng's punch just now, Ling Luoyu looked around carefully.

Suddenly——

Her fingertips groped for it and then moved back.

"here……"

As a scale was pushed away, the expressions of the two people gradually became happy.

But, the next second——

"Whoosh!"

The two fell from the ground instantly.

The floor flipped over and closed silently, as if there had never been any cracks.

"boom!"

Feng Chenglin landed first, and before he could get up, Ling Luoyu bumped into him and was sitting on his chest.

"pain……"

The tip of my heart hurts!

"It hurts the wool... How painful can it be from such a short distance!"

Ling Luoyu turned over and jumped up, took out the fire seal, and looked around alertly.

Feng Chenglin rubbed his heart and stood up: "Of course you don't feel any pain...I'm making a human cushion for you down there!"

"Shh!"

Ling Luoyu pursed her lips, suddenly raised her hand to cover his mouth, and looked up.

"We are under the dormitory..."

Just as Feng Chenglin was about to speak, he saw an object in the corner of his eye, and he screamed in fright.

"coffin……"

Around them, there were densely packed coffins, one after another, extending neatly back.

"Fuck... Third Young Master, have we fallen into... someone else's tomb?"

"Whose tomb will be built under the dormitory? And it is still such a short distance?"

Ling Luoyu was too lazy to pay attention to him, lit the torch and threw it to Feng Chenglin.

"Look at all the coffins..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

A coffin is a coffin, what other coffin is there? !

After looking at a few with a torch, he raised his head in confusion: "Third Young Master...these coffins are all made of wood..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

nonsense! !

Isn't it just made of wood?

"What I want you to see... is to see whose coffin it is!"

"...Oh...then why don't you make it clear!"

Feng Chenglin shook his head and laughed at himself.

"However, I guess it's not the coffin of a distinguished person..."

"Why?"

"Do you even need to ask? Whose coffins have you seen... Instead of looking for a feng shui treasure, they are like this, placed in a random place... and there are so many..."

After looking at it several times in a row, Feng Chenglin's expression changed.

"Third Young Master...there are no names on these coffins..."

All the coffins seemed to be mass-produced. The materials and patterns were similar, and there was basically no big difference.

Ling Luoyu stared thoughtfully: "If you have a name, you will enter the so-called Feng Shui treasure land..."