Princess Against the World

With the help of Ling Luoyu, the old shopkeeper hurriedly took out the water bag, bit open the cork, squeezed the air into his mouth, exhaled the turbid air through his nose, and suddenly felt much more comfortable.

Having regained his energy, he signaled Ling Luoyu to continue moving forward.

But Ling Luoyu shook his head and motioned for him to go back——

No one knows how far the end is ahead.

What lies ahead is even more unknown!

The old shopkeeper's water bag was obviously not enough for him to continue swimming, so he had to do the next best thing and turn back first.

——

Beside the well, Feng Chenglin circled anxiously around the edge of the well, looking down at him for fear of missing Ling Luoyu's distress signal.

The water surface rippled, and the old shopkeeper surfaced first.

Feng Chenglin's expression changed instantly: "Where is the Third Young Master?"

"she……"

"Old man, what did you do to Third Young Master?"

Before the old shopkeeper could finish speaking, Feng Chenglin had already grabbed the halberd and held it in front of him.

"Where is she? Where is she?"

The sound of "crashing" water started again, and Ling Luoyu broke out of the water.

"Fat man!"

"Third Young Master..."

Feng Chenglin breathed a sigh of relief and quickly grabbed Ling Luoyu's hand and pulled her out.

The moment he came out of the water, water mist instantly appeared on Ling Luoyu's body.

By the time she spun around and landed on the ground, all her clothes were dry.

At the other end of the well, the old shopkeeper climbed up wetly, wiping the water from his clothes: "I estimate that even Mr. Tang may not know what's down there... Who do you think can stay in a place like that for too long? "

Unless you are fully prepared and bring enough air.

Otherwise, whether you can get out of that place is still a question!

"Third Young Master, how are you? Is there a maze down there?" Feng Chenglin calmly put away the cloth he was holding.

I originally thought of wiping her body and hair, but I didn't expect that it was just a breathing space, and she already acted as if nothing had happened.

It seemed that there was not even a slight difference in cultivation between him and Ling Luoyu.

Ling Luoyu glanced at the old shopkeeper calmly: "Old man, it's late at night, we want to drink some tea, can you help us boil some tea?"

Feng Chenglin was startled, and the old shopkeeper was also stunned.

However, he quickly responded: "Okay, I'll boil some hot water, and you guys can talk..."

Ling Luoyu discovered something but didn't want him to know, so he pushed him away.

After his back disappeared into the kitchen, Feng Chenglin lowered his voice: "Third Young Master, have you discovered the secret of the maze?"

"A maze is a maze, but it's not a maze on purpose..."

Ling Luoyu turned his back to the kitchen door and took out something.

"That's the wall of an ancient city..."

In her hand was a moss-covered bluestone tile.

Scrape off the moss and you can see the vague patterns on the tiles.

"Is there a pattern?" Feng Chenglin suddenly took a breath: "This..."

"Patterned bluestone tiles are usually used in the construction of city walls, but will never be used in the construction of mazes..."

"That's true...the patterns are all different. Anyone who is careful can see the unusualness of the path they are walking on in the patterns, so no one will be stupid enough to use patterned wall tiles to build a maze..."

Feng Chenglin looked at the mouth of the well with charming eyes and licked his lips.

"Third Young Master, you... you want to tell me that what is under the water is not a maze, but an ancient city... an ancient city submerged in water!?"