Princess Against the World

"That's wrong!" Feng Chenglin shook his head seriously: "I feel that you are actually testing us!!"

"..."

Pi Rong was at a loss for words for a moment, his expression was gloomy and unreadable.

"What? Did we... say the wrong thing?" Feng Chenglin raised his eyebrows and raised his head: "To borrow your words, there are no outsiders here, so let's not be pretentious and say anything. How nice!?"

Ling Luoyu glanced sideways: "You caught up with us and asked us to leave with you without saying a word. There must be a reason. Of course, if you don't want to say it, we won't force you. After all, we are in the same group!"

"Together……"

Pi Rong groaned, his brows wrinkled visibly.

It looked like he was extremely confused.

"I say you……"

"Fat man!" Ling Luoyu stopped Feng Chenglin and shook his head quietly.

Pi Rong is already struggling, so don't press any further.

This will make them appear to be very utilitarian.

She believed that when life and death were at stake, Pi Rong knew how to choose.

In the mountains and forests, there was a deathly silence.

Even their breathing became a little heavy

As if being oppressed by the silence and finding it difficult to breathe, Pi Rong loosened his collar and let out a long sigh.

"What we found is actually the undead soul in the gate of hell..."

"Undead?" Feng Chenglin sat up straight in an instant and raised his right hand: "Wait a moment... Is this so-called undead what you call a certain thing, or... or is that thing really... …Undead?”

Ling Luoyu: "..."

This guy, the psychological shadow of ghosts and other things in this life is probably impossible to eliminate.

Swallowing dryly, Pi Rong lowered his voice.

"The undead... are the undead, which are visible but intangible things... they are the patron saints of the ghost gate..."

"Patronus?"

Feng Chenglin was startled and immediately looked around.

"Protect what? Didn't you say that this place is where you...the Mo family buries their dead?"

Since it's just a bunch of dead people, why should we protect it?

Don't let anyone disturb you until the bones that protect these people turn into ashes! ?

"When the gate of hell is opened, the blood of the Mo family is used as the key, right?"

"...What's wrong?" Feng Chenglin had an ominous premonition for no reason.

Sure enough, Pi Rong's face became worse and worse.

"...Actually, that is a way to open the gate of hell, but it is also...it is also a way to awaken the dead souls...to offer sacrifices..."

Feng Chenglin was completely upset: "You...please tell me clearly, what is going on?"

Isn't this harmful?

Summon the undead?

Enough support?

"This is something that can't be helped... When the Ghost Gate was built, the original intention was to protect the ancestors of the Mo family from being disturbed, so a method was set up to protect this place..."

Ling Luoyu nodded lightly, then shook his head: "So, as long as we leave within three hours, everything will not be a problem?"

"right!"

"What if?"

"...maybe...death..."

Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes: "Are we digging a hole to bury ourselves?"

Thinking of something, You raised his eyebrows.

"That's not right... Then don't you yourselves want to be like us?"

Pi Rong nodded solemnly: "So, we have to live well and survive for three days..."

"Three days?" Feng Chenglin chuckled.

Since an ambush has been set up in advance, it must be something that kills people.

Three days! ?

As long as that thing appears, I don't know how to survive three hours.