Princess Against the World

"Dead things?" Feng Chenglin's expression became even worse: "Third Young Master, you...don't mean living things..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly turned over his hands, and there was a little white rabbit in his palm.

"rabbit……"

Before Feng Chenglin's surprise was over, he saw a flash of cold light, a bloody gash was cut on the rabbit's leg, and blood dripped into the water.

The bright red blood spread little by little in the water, and the floating corpses around them that were originally motionless suddenly jumped up like fake corpses.

"Mom..."

Feng Chenglin screamed and sat down on the ground. Fortunately, Ding Miao grabbed him from behind and kept him from flinching back.

"What are you doing?"

Dingmiao looked at him sideways, speechless.

"It's just some dead bodies..."

"What dead body? This is a living dead body..." Feng Chenglin almost gritted his teeth before spitting out these words.

Ling Luoyu accepted the little rabbit and stood there with eyes fixed: "That's what fat people are like. They are not afraid of living people, only afraid of dead people..."

One thing in the world must be brought down.

Feng Chenglin is bold by nature, but she is used to being afraid of ghosts.

Dingmiao let go of Feng Chenglin and stood by the water: "This should be the key point of this formation! Once we lose our footing and fall, we will be caught underwater by these floating corpses..."

"Then... after a long time, wouldn't it turn into a floating corpse?" Feng Chenglin said coldly.

"Floating corpse?"

Ling Luoyu suddenly chuckled.

"Don't worry, if you fall in, you will only turn into white bones, not a floating corpse!"

"Third Young Master, what do you mean?"

"These floating corpses have special characteristics. Do you think they can be transformed by just falling into them?"

"If it really turns into bones, that would be okay..."

Feng Chenglin tightened his clothes and shook his head.

"It's better than being like they are now, not even having any clothes to hide their shame..."

Dingmiao looked silently, his eyes even more speechless: "..."

Now that they've got this, what else do they need clothes for?

As they went deeper, the rancid smell became more pungent. The three of them covered their faces with cloths and felt that they could breathe easier.

"Miss Ling..." Dingmiao suddenly pointed forward, looking nervous.

In front of them, a thin mist floated, blocking their view.

"Now we are in big trouble..." Feng Chenglin looked at his feet with a wry smile, and shook his head helplessly: "Mo Xuanchen's footprints are getting wider and wider, and it is already difficult to find... If there is more white mist, how can it be done? Isn’t it the same as being blind with one’s eyes open?”

The damp mist wetted the clothes and hair of the three people, and the mist dripped down the hair.

Seeing Ling Luoyu's figure walking in the sky, getting farther and farther away and disappearing, the depression in Feng Chenglin and Dingmiao's hearts became more and more obvious.

"What is hidden in such a dead and silent place? Why is Mo Xuanchen searching for it so much?"

"Yeah, I want to know too..."

Dingmiao responds with neither yin nor yang, and tilts his head playfully.

"Aren't you very close to him? But why don't you even know?"

"We have a good relationship, not a roundworm in his stomach!"

Feng Chenglin replied calmly.

"Besides, no one in this world has a secret...especially men. It's normal to have their own little ones..."

"call!"

There seemed to be the sound of wings vibrating in the air, and the two people's expressions were suddenly shocked.

"Did you hear it?"

"I heard it...it seemed like a flying beast..."

The two of them looked at each other, and their eyes were wrong!