Princess Against the World

As the sunlight penetrated, the mist quickly disappeared, and the mass graves re-entered.

If you look carefully, they actually just entered.

144 They have disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few drag marks on the ground.

A map was scattered not far away.

That should have been deliberately left behind when the Hongpao disciple dragged away people.

237 looked pale, extremely embarrassed: "It seems...they are more ill!"

Ling Luoyu didn't point to his bad taste, and said sadly: "Yes...In our group, we are the only ones left!"

237's eyes rolled, and he suddenly smiled: "Brother, it's better to be the team leader, I'm your little soldier!"

"Aren't you afraid to die soon after me?"

"The team leader is joking... Brother, I can see that you are the dragon and the phoenix..."

Ling Luoyu was too lazy to listen to him flattering, picked up the map, patted the dust on it, and after a short glance, he walked towards the west of the mass grave.

The Nether Flower, the sister flower of the Higan Flower, is sexually poisonous and joyous, parasitizing on a hundred years of carrion.

She has seen it just now. The tombs on the west are relatively neat, while the tombs on the east are slightly thin and messy.

The nether flower grows in such a place.

237 didn't know what she was going to do, and didn't dare to ask, so she could only keep up with it.

As he deepened, Ling Luoyu's doubts arose.

What kind of mass grave is this burial? !

There are too many tombs.

If all the dead are buried, how many people have to be buried?

At a glance, there are no fewer than tens of thousands.

When the consciousness was released, Ling Luoyu swept to the surrounding tombs, unable to help.

Animal bones.

It turns out that this is a cemetery for beasts and birds of prey.

As they deepened, people also appeared around them one after another.

Someone like them survived the poisonous fog.

Suddenly, Ling Luoyu stopped, and took two steps back with a charming look, looking down at his feet.

At her feet, there was a tomb that had been washed away by rain, and only a large bowl was left.

"dig!"

237 was taken aback: "What?"

"dig!!"

"Dig?" 237 became more puzzled: "What to dig? What to dig?"

Ling Luoyu couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Of course I dug with your hand..."

237: "..."

Although his hands are not expensive, they are also eaters. They seem to be inappropriate for digging graves.

"No, team leader... Let's plan people's ancestral graves. It seems a bit inappropriate, right?"

"San Shao..." Feng Chenglin's surprised voice came from far away: "We are so fate, we can meet you in this horrible place! This is so less likely than hell..."

Amidst the laughter, Feng Chenglin rushed over with four people.

After a period of practice, this guy not only improved his cultivation base, but also lost a lot of fat. At the very least, after he ran up, there was no more fat left behind.

Ling Luoyu squinted at 237: "Don't you dig? If you don't dig, I will let someone dig it!"

237 is still a little embarrassed and hesitant.

Ling Luoyu was also polite, pointing to his feet: "Dead fat man, dig it out!"

Feng Chenglin didn't expect to dig a grave as soon as he met, he couldn't help but was startled: "Fuck!!! Sanshao, when did you taste so heavy? You want to play grave digging?"

After all, he rolled up his sleeves and started digging without hesitation.

As long as it was his brother's words, Feng Chenglin would absolutely obey and complete, and he would never hesitate.

The four people brought by Feng Fatty saw him do it, and after looking at each other, they did not stay idle after all and squatted to help.

On the contrary, Ling Luoyu seemed to be in command, 237 supervising the work on one side.

After digging half a foot deep and seeing nothing, Feng Chenglin kept holding his hands, but couldn't help being curious: "San Shao, what are you digging?!"