Princess Against the World

"San Shao, what do you mean?"

Feng Chenglin tried to push open a coffin lid.

"You mean, this coffin is empty and there are no dead people in it..."

Before he finished his words, as the lid of the coffin was opened, a smell of decay came out.

"Uh……"

Before he could take a closer look inside, he quickly closed the lid of the coffin and turned around to be sickened.

"This... there are really dead people in it..."

He thought that this place was actually a storage place for coffins.

Unexpectedly, it was actually the place where the dead were buried.

"No...what's wrong with the people in this sea area? Shouldn't anyone...get into the soil for peace? How can this be..."

"Where is Dingmiao?!"

Ling Luoyu suddenly interrupted Feng Chenglin's complaint.

"Where did he go?"

They have been here for so long, and they have made such a big movement, Dingmiao should know that it is.

After all, he just came for a stick of incense earlier than them.

But now, the surroundings are very heavy, and there is no sound at all.

"Yes, Dingmiao..."

Only then did Feng Chenglin remember the purpose of their trip, and quickly looked around.

"Why didn't the kid even make a sound? It wasn't when I fell... I fainted, right?"

He looked at where they had fallen, and suddenly took a breath.

"what is that?"

At the foot of the coffin, a piece of clothing is on the ground.

"Three Masters..."

Pinching the corners of his clothes, Feng Chenglin's face was obviously not good.

"This dress..."

The edges of the corners of the clothes are unusually neat.

"It was cut off!"

Ling Luoyu had noticed the irregularity of his clothes long ago, and looked around with a cold eye.

"Dingmiao was attacked by something... Let's be careful..."

Looking at the coffin, Feng Chenglin filled up some pictures in his mind, and suddenly felt that life was dark.

"What kind of messy place is this?! What's the fun with the coffin? What's so fun about the dead? How good is it to be in the earth..."

"Shut up!!"

Ling Luoyu backhanded the corner of Dingmiao's clothes into Feng Chenglin's mouth, retching him again and again with disgust.

"Three young masters...you are not kind anymore...bah..."

"Hush!"

Ling Luoyu pressed his lips, stroked his fingertips, shone the torch to the ground, and looked around thoughtfully.

"Fatty... Didn't you find something wrong here?"

"Nonsense! Of course not... With so many coffins, it's hell!"

Feng Chenglin took a couple of bites before coming over with a disgusting expression on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you think... it's clean?!"

"……clean……"

Feng Chenglin was a little volley in the wind.

The word clean, you use it everywhere in the coffin, seems a bit inappropriate, right? !

However, from the look in Ling Luoyu's eyes, he found a clue and couldn't help holding a torch to the ground.

Ling Luoyu Yuyu's eyelashes trembled lightly, and a streamer was drawn out: "Did you find something wrong?"

"No footprints..."

He suddenly looked behind him and took a breath.

"This place...there is no dust..."

"Correct!"

"..."

If a place is closed again, a layer of dust will fall over time.

But this place--

Feng Chenglin's fingertips slid across the coffin lid on one side: "The coffin lid... is also clean... is this other party unusual, or is... someone is cleaning it?"

"In the coffin you just opened, the dead person has decayed, and we are breathing normally here, indicating that the air is circulating at this time... where there is circulation, there will be dust!!!"