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At this moment, something fell from Wancheng Linmu's body.

Bang!

It just hit the suspension bridge, just a little bit, and the wind was a little stronger, and it would have blown that thing down into the endless darkness.

Mirror coffin fragments!

Wan Teng Lin Mu looked back at his backpack.

The fragments of the mirror coffin were in the backpack, but when they were fighting with the zongzi just now, the backpack seemed to be scratched by the zongzi, and Wan Teng Linmu never found it.

Fragments of the mirror coffin fell out of the backpack and hit the drawbridge.

squeak-

The wind is still blowing.

The fragments of the mirror coffin made a "噗——" sound, and were pushed into the abyss by the shaking suspension bridge little by little, and pushed into the abyss by the cold wind little by little.

Wan Teng Lin Mu kept his balance, squatted down slowly, and accurately grasped the fragments of the mirror coffin, heaving a sigh of relief.

Swah——

The light from Luo Shen's flashlight tied to his arm hit the shards of the mirrored coffin. In an instant, the shards of the mirrored coffin flashed white, and the image suddenly changed.

A drawbridge emerged from the debris.

It is the suspension bridge where Wanqi Linmu stands, crumbling, and the suspension bridge is constantly destroyed by the cold wind at the bottom of the cliff.

At the corner of the suspension bridge, a man's figure appeared.

Wearing a dark blue jacket with blood all over it, it's Qin Zan!

Qin Zan reached out to support the suspension bridge, but at the next moment, the picture suddenly changed...

Qin Zan raised his hand, holding a jackknife in his palm, a ferocious sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, raised the jackknife, and slashed at the old ropes of the suspension bridge!

Swah——

The rope broke, and the suspension bridge was like a helpless fallen leaf, spinning towards the depressed darkness...

Wan Teng Lin Mu turned his head quickly, and saw Qin Zan's face in the darkness, as if it was a double image in a mirror.

Raise your hand slowly.

He held a pocket knife in his hand.

Face.

It's the same grin...