Chapter 223: Gathering

This staircase suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and the black entrance of the cave seemed to be the entrance to hell.

Lu Jianbo stepped forward to look at the stairs, bowed down and touched the stairs, then leaned down and put his ears on the stairs to listen.

After a while, Lu Jianbo got up from the stairs, patted the dust and said, "No need to go, ninety percent of that bloody armor corpse is no longer there."

"Sure!?" Mr. Liu asked.

"Yes!" Lu Jianbo nodded and said, "The moment this staircase is closed in and in, a hole will open in a certain part of the tomb road that advances the staircase."

"Uh...... That is to say, we have lost the trace of the bloody corpse again? Zhang Yi frowned and said, his tone revealing unwillingness.

"Not necessarily! If the air flow is going in the right direction, the Blood-Armored Corps should now be in one of the three caverns behind us. Lu Jianbo stretched out his hand and pointed behind him.

"I don't know who made this ladder, it's amazingly sophisticated, and it's still working so delicately after all these years. I have to say, it's really amazing! Lu Jianbo continued.

"Since the blood armor corpse is no longer there, let's go to those three caves and have a look!" Qiu Shaotian waved his hand and said.

"No hurry! Let's wait! Someone is coming out soon. Lu Jianbo stopped Qiu Shaotian.

"Come out!? Who? Qiu Shaotian asked.

"It's the one Mr. Liu wants to beat the most!" Lu Jianbo smiled slightly and sold a pass.

"Is it ......?"

Zhang Yi was only halfway through his sentence when he heard a glimmer of light flashing from inside the stairs, as well as a few excited shouts.

"I have grass, there is light! Finally see the exit! Old Qiu, let's go! ”

"Yes!"

"Ahh!!hh It hurts, it hurts! Slow down, slow down! ”

As someone's screams got closer, two figures ran out of the stairs with a bald head one behind them.

"Uncle Feng!"

"Sure enough, it's you! I knew I was too late! Uncle Feng said with a grin.

It seems that after coming out of the ladder, Daoist Zifeng was in a particularly good mood, and it seemed that Daoist Zifeng seemed to know Lu Jianbo and Qiu Shaotian.

"Zifeng Dao Chang, long time no see, how are you lately?" Qiu Shaotian and Lu Jianbo bowed their hands to Daoist Zifeng at the same time.

"Ok! Not bad! Zifeng Daoist laughed.

"Huh! Xiao Liu, why did you come down too? Do you want to come down and experience the hardships of the people at the bottom? Daoist Zifeng swept his eyes and found Mr. Liu among them.

Daoist Zifeng didn't say that it was okay, but as soon as he said that, the green tendons on Mr. Liu's forehead jumped a few times. After a while, Mr. Liu rubbed his forehead and sighed tiredly: "Alas...... I didn't look at the yellow calendar when I went out, I was unlucky! ”

Regarding Mr. Liu's cloudy answer, Daoist Zifeng directly ignored the past, swept his eyes, and swept Zhang Yi's lower body.

"What's wrong with you?" Daoist Zifeng looked at Zhang Yi, who was showing his white and shaking thighs, and asked.

Zhang Yi looked up at the stone wall at forty-five degrees, sighed and said, "Alas...... It's hard to say, to put it simply, I didn't look at the yellow calendar when I went out, and I was unlucky! ”

"Huh!? What the hell happened to the two of you? Zifeng Daoist suddenly wondered.

"Both of them are people with stories! In short, it's more troublesome to explain! Qiu Shaotian interjected.

"What!? Can you let me down first? It's weird and uncomfortable! Wang Fan, who was hanging between Daoist Zifeng and Old Qiu, spoke.

When Daoist Zifeng and Old Qiu heard this, they gently put Wang Fan on the ground.

"Let's be specific! What the hell is going on, and where are the bloody corpses? After Zifeng Daoist put down Wang Fan, he sat on the ground and asked.

After hearing about Mr. Liu's deeds at first, Daoist Zifeng didn't feel anything, but simply thought that Mr. Liu was unlucky.

After hearing Zhang Yi's narration of being hesitant and hiding left and right, Daoist Zifeng covered his chin and thought for a while, and said lightly: "You hooked up with that scorpion of the Wanping Sect?"

"it!" Σ(ﾟ∀ﾟﾉ)ﾉ

"Sure enough!" ( ̄ー ̄)

"Ni Wang Ma!" (*ﾟﾛﾟ)!!

"Cow Pie!"!! (•'╻'• ۶)۶

Qiu Lao looked confused and confused...... (‘◇’)?

"It's not...... I...... Listen to me......" (」><)」

Daoist Zifeng interrupted Zhang Yi's words, patted Zhang Yi's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Young man! That's right, you can actually rebel against others! I really don't know what people like about you, what do you want, but there is a girl who posted it. ”

"Can you listen to me?" (メ｀ロ´)/

"Yes, I know! You do not have to explain! ”ψ(｀∇´)ψ

“kao！！！” ("▼ dish ▼) convex

"But I have to warn you, if you can turn people around, it's best, don't be abducted!" Zifeng Daoyou said earnestly.

"Alas......... Forget it! Whatever you think! Zhang Yi shook his hand and said tiredly. (≖_≖ )

After telling about Zhang Yi and Mr. Liu, Daoist Zifeng began to talk about his own line.

When Zhang Yi fell into the pit, it didn't take long for the ground to stop collapsing, Zifeng Daoist and his party first looked at it from a distance, and after confirming that it would not continue to collapse, Zifeng Daoist first asked Qiu Lao and others to stand in place, and he took a flashlight to check the pit.

Zifeng Daoist lay on the edge of the pit and took a flashlight to shine it, but he couldn't shine it to the end, threw a larger stone down, and saw that the stone completely disappeared into the light, and he didn't hear the sound coming.

Daoist Zifeng shouted Zhang Yi's name a few times at the deep pit, maybe the pit was too deep or the Daoist Zifeng had just bled and lacked strength, but no one responded for a long time.

In the end, Zifeng Daoist could only return to the original place, and first told everyone about the scene he saw.

"So what to do? The bloody corpse also fell with it. Wang Fan asked while lying on the ground.

"But we don't have the equipment to go down, and if we weren't hurt, we could have tried it with our bare hands." Qiu Lao said rarely.

Daoist Zifeng pinched his eyebrows and said, "The equipment is there, but it's all in Teacher Cang's, I'll wake it up first!"

With that, Daoist Zifeng took out the sleeping Teacher Cang from his coat pocket and pinched its ears, trying to wake Teacher Cang up.

But no matter how Zifeng Daoist does, Teacher Cang just won't wake up, and finally Zifeng Daoist raised his eyebrows and reached out to pinch a small rub of mouse hair on Teacher Cang's buttocks.

"Squeak~~~" Teacher Cang was suddenly woken up by pain, and let out a heart-rending rat cry.

Teacher Cang's little paws covered his buttocks, and a pair of small eyes the size of mung beans stared hatefully at the small rubbing of rat hair in Zifeng Daoist's hand.

"Ahem, ahem!" Zifeng Daoist's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he threw the mouse hair in his hand to the ground as if he was fine.