Author: fate.meng.

Because it was not a secret, the old man did not hide it.

After talking to the old man, Luo Wanning learned the reason for the incident.

It turns out that the Bulao Spring is a spring that can continuously flow out of the spring water. However, at some point, the spring in the Bulao Spring disappeared.

Without the spring, the old spring will naturally no longer have a constant stream of spring water.

The reason why it is about to wither is that the original spring water was not taken away, but part of it was left behind.

Now all of these people in the underworld come for that part of the fountain of immortality.

"How did these people know about Bu Laoquan? If I remember correctly, you said before that Bu Laoquan has not appeared for hundreds of years."

The old man knocked his pipe on the stone beside him and continued, "Of course it was because someone saw it, but the man just glanced at it in a hurry, but it was certain that it was indeed the fountain of the fountain."

When Luo Wanning heard the old man say that the man saw the time when the lunar spring was not old, he was shocked.

It should be just a coincidence that the time when that person witnessed the time when he came to the upper realm was the same as the time when she came to the upper realm.

Luo Wanning thought about this and did not take this matter to heart.

At night, yes, there are also nights in the underworld, not only but also curfews.

Luo Wanning and Du Zhu found an inn to stay in.

The familiar mark was still on the inn plaque. Incandescent actually drove the inn here. It was really... amazing.

Luo Wanning was sitting in the room meditating. Suddenly, waves of children crying in his ears.

Hearing the crying, Luo Wanning opened her eyes and found that she was not in the inn, but in an unknown place, with a vast white area around her, and nothing else.

The crying in my ears did not disappear.

Luo Wanning looked for the voice, and after walking for a while, he saw a blurry figure sitting on a stone crying sadly.

The figure didn't look big, like a five or six-year-old child, but his voice was not immature, but an adult's voice.

As if he noticed Luo Wanning's arrival, the figure stopped crying, stood up from the stone, and looked at her.

Even though the gaze in front of him was blocked by the white patch, Luo Wanning still felt the other party's burning gaze.

"Sister, you're finally here."

It was still the same sound, but this time there was a hint of childishness in the sound.

Luo Wanning originally wanted to get closer, but for some reason, his body was as if he was nailed to the ground, motionless.

After trying a few times, Luo Wanning gave up and stood there and asked, "Who are you? You know me."

The person on the opposite side did not nod, "Know, of course, know, my baby is in my sister's hands. I can return it to my mother, and I will repay my sister."

However, before Luo Wanning could continue to ask, a rapid knock on the door came from her ears.

The white mist in front of her quickly dissipated. When Luo Wanning opened her eyes again, she had already returned to the inn. Everything that happened before seemed like a dream.

However, Luo Wanning knew very well that it was not a dream.

The knocks outside the door continued.

She opened the door and saw the little monk Duzhu standing outside.

Seeing that Luo Wanning was safe and sound, Du Zhu first breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Donald Luo, are you okay?"

Luo Wanning shook her head, signaled that she was fine, and then asked, "Is there something happened?"

Du Zhu frowned and said, "The little monk is not sure about this. It's just that when the little monk was meditating, he noticed something was wrong. He searched all the way and came to the door of Donor Luo."

After confirming that she was really fine, Tuzhu returned to her room to continue meditating and chanting, while Luo Wanning was thinking about what had just happened.

The man said that her baby was in her hands, but Luo Wanning didn't remember that he had such a thing in his hands.

The curfew in the underworld is not aimed at ghosts, but at humans and other creatures entering the underworld. It is more like a kind of protection than a curfew.

However, the underworld seemed particularly lively tonight, and shrill ghost sounds kept coming from the closed window. However, Luo Wanning ignored it and did not open the window until the next day. At this time, the outside had calmed down.

Du Zhu had already left early because she wanted to complete the task given to him by her master, while Luo Wanning came to the side of the old man she talked to yesterday.

After seeing her, a look of surprise flashed in his muddy eyes. He said without hesitation, "You are still alive. Didn't you open the window yesterday?"

Luo Wanning spread his hands and said innocently, "The underworld stipulates that humans and other creatures must stay in the room at night. I am a person who abides by the rules."

The old man nodded with relief, "In the underworld, you can survive only by following the rules. You have done a good job."

"So, can you tell me what happened yesterday?"

Regarding Luo Wanning's inquiry, the old man showed a meaningful expression, "The news from yesterday was given to you, but it's not possible today."

Without getting too much nonsense, Luo Wanning took out a wine jar from the storage space. After opening it, a strong and mellow smell of wine floated out of it and said with a smile, "I don't know if this is OK?"

The old man looked at the wine jar in her hand, his eyes widened, and he stopped smoking. He reached out and snatched it. He hugged the baby in his arms, and his face showed an intoxicated expression.

"Okay, okay, okay, I haven't smelled such a pure smell of wine for a long time. Little girl, just ask whatever you want."

"What happened after finishing it?"

The old man picked up the pipe that fell to the ground, put it in his mouth again, and chuckled, "A few newcomers who don't understand the rules. Every time a newcomer enters here, he will come like this. I thought you would not survive last night, but I didn't expect you to survive. There are also people who were with you yesterday. If I read it correctly, that person should be a Buddhist. That little monk is quite capable."

After hearing the old man say this, Luo Wanning can think of someone else besides her and Du Zhu who came out yesterday.

Ignoring his evaluation of Du Zhu, as a Buddhist son, he has no ability, and the abbot will not be willing to let him go out for training.

She continued, "Can you know who those people are?"

The old man exhaled a breath of turbid air, thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be called the Eternal Clan."

Suddenly, as if he had remembered something funny, he sneered, "Those people kept saying that the sequel belonged to them."
Chapter completed!