Princess Against the World

Feng Chenglin also realized the danger and did not persist.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, Ling Luoyu suddenly grabbed the shield, and before the two of them could react, he suddenly pulled out the shield.

"boom!"

After the dull impact, there was turbid water and a sudden whirlpool.

At the moment when the whirlpool rose sharply, Ling Luoyu grabbed Feng Chenglin and the old shopkeeper from one side to the other. Following the whirlpool of the water, the three of them spun out in circles like water droplets on an umbrella.

At that moment, the huge centrifugal force caused the old shopkeeper's head to be filled with blood and he fainted.

Although Feng Chenglin hasn't fainted yet, he doesn't look much better.

His head was buzzing, and the blood was rushing upwards, as if it could explode at any time. If it also became blurred, he could only hold Ling Luoyu's hand blindly and instinctively without letting go.

He didn't know how long it took before he felt someone tugging on his arm and dragging it along the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the wet Ling Luoyu holding him with one hand and dragging the dead pig-like old shopkeeper with the other.

Under him, water splashed up, hitting him one after another, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Third Young Master?"

Ling Luoyu paused suddenly and let go of his hand.

"You're finally awake!"

Feng Chenglin coughed and spit out some water, half-kneeling on the ground: "What is this place?"

Not far ahead, a burning torch was inserted into the cracks of the rubble, illuminating the ruins.

"I don't know where this place is..." Ling Luoyu pulled the old shopkeeper out of the water and threw it to the ground: "The three of us were brought here by the whirlpool... I just lit a torch for lighting, and nothing else has been done yet. Look!”

Feng Chenglin stood up and rubbed his stuffy chest: "Why do I feel...it's a bit stuffy here and I can't breathe smoothly?"

"There's not much air circulation here, so it's a bit stuffy!"

Ling Luoyu pointed at the old shopkeeper's chest.

"Ahem..."

The old shopkeeper coughed and spit out a mouthful of water. His face instantly turned red and he kept coughing.

When he finally came to his senses, he discovered that Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin were sitting on the gravel, looking at him without blinking, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"You...why are you looking at me like this?"

Feng Chenglin pointed his thumb behind him: "We want you to tell us, what kind of place is this?"

"Here?" The old shopkeeper then realized that he was in a strange place. He stood up slowly and turned around with a frown: "I...how do I know where this place is?"

"You don't know?" Feng Chenglin sneered: "You have been here for twenty years and you still don't know where this place is?"

"I...twenty years?" The old shopkeeper suddenly understood something, and his hazy consciousness suddenly woke up: "You...you mean, this is...under the well?"

how come?

Here, it is obviously a——

Palace!

"Impossible!" The old shopkeeper shook his head suddenly and took two steps back unsteadily: "How could this be..."

His breathing suddenly became extremely rapid, he pressed his chest with his hands, and his face suddenly darkened.

"What's going on...I...why do I feel out of breath?"

"It's normal to be out of breath. I can't breathe either!" Feng Chenglin pointed around: "This is a closed tomb with not much air, so you'd better not get too excited, lest you wait for a while before the air runs out. No, let’s suffocate ourselves to death here…”