Jun Lan said this wrongly, and Feng Lingluo naturally didn't care anymore.

Even if she doesn't understand Jun Lan's mistakes, she also knows that Jun Lan's mistakes never do things that she is not sure of.

As for the hallucinations emitted by this great god zongzi, Feng Lingluo guessed that this group of people was probably going to suffer.

And Jun Lan's wrong subordinates, she doesn't have to care, no one is worried, she is worried about a fart.

Sure enough, the zongzi's pupils shrank, and the blood-red eyes began to emit thick red smoke.

Jun Lan squinted his eyes unhurriedly, and conjured up a lot of white handkerchiefs as if he was juggling.

Jun Lan staggered his hand, and a person walked out of the shadows, Jun Lan mistakenly pulled out two handkerchiefs, and handed the rest to the man in black, who wore one by himself, and distributed the rest to the others.

Jun Lan mistakenly put it on Feng Lingluo first, and finally put it on himself.

Feng Lingluo gladly accepted, some people didn't give money to serve, and they didn't enjoy the loss.

Looking at the cemetery again, the blood-red fog filled the whole heaven and earth, the originally clear sky seemed to be stained with blood at the moment, and the original emerald green plants were also splashed with red blood, people, animals, the ground, and the stones were all blood-red.

The whole world is red, and the whole cemetery looks like a slaughterhouse waiting to be slaughtered at the moment, and at first glance it looks eerie, even more terrifying than the hell of the originator.

Feng Lingluo glanced back at Jun Lancuo, this person seemed to have known for a long time, and it seemed that he still came often, otherwise he would not be calm.

Also, seeing that those people were very anxious when they saw such Jun Lan's subordinates, they seemed to be very afraid of what Jun Lan did wrong.

"What do you usually do when you come in?" Feng Lingluo asked curiously.

If Jun Lan didn't know how to do anything else, this group of people wouldn't have this demeanor.

"It's nothing, if you can't get in, it's ruined!" Jun Lan said lightly, it doesn't matter at first glance.

The corners of Feng Lingluo's mouth twitched, no wonder Yan Chimu and Guanglan Guo wanted to kill Jun Lan Cuo when they saw him, and it was no wonder that Jun Lan Cuo was the world enemy of Guanglan Country.

Jun Lan's wrong operation is not only to attract the hatred of one country, but the hatred of many countries, which is purely an act of seeking death.

"You're pretty good at being a man!" Feng Lingluo said disdainfully.

"Well said!" Jun Lan was not angry, and accepted Feng Lingluo's evaluation of him with a smile.

Belch......

Feng Lingluo was speechless, this person's face is really not ordinarily thick.

Half an hour had passed, and the blood-red smoke completely surrounded all the people, and the scarlet color was like poison, causing many people to cry out in pain, and many people shouted loudly, with sharp faces, and fear.

Although Feng Lingluo couldn't see the people who were covered by the red mist clearly, he could guess that they were indeed in an illusion.

If she didn't guess wrong, this group of zongzi is a radiation illusion to release the obsession, resentment, love, hate, hatred, hatred and all kinds of distractions in people's hearts as their own strength, strengthen themselves, and finally eat this group of people.

It's okay to escape, but if everyone becomes a zongzi, gather more with less, and over time, the mirror will no longer be a secret realm of heaven and earth, but a terrible and cruel Shura hell.

The strange thing is that this mirror is open every three years, and thousands of people will come every time, but when she came to the mirror for so long, there were only these dozens of rooted residents, and she didn't see a single one who was infected.

It's the only weird place.

And the next scene completely solved the doubts in Feng Lingluo's heart.