Ling Luoyu is just about to break free, but he hears a weak voice.
"Mang Huang Kou!"
Although the voice was weak, she recognized that it was the voice that had just called out to stop.
If you want to say, why cover up, as if there is something shady, only let her hear.
However, it seemed that it was good for her, and she did not say a word. She let the woman named mang Chun drag her to an ordinary bamboo house.
"Ancestors, people are here!"
"Step back!"
"Yes!"
Mang Chun respectfully retreats and stares lingluoyu meaningfully before leaving.
Ling Luoyu looks around in a fog, and her eyebrows frown slightly.
Ancestors??
Is it an ancestor of the mang Huang clan??
However, only experienced ancestors can know the special significance of her mang Huang Kou.
"Come on in!" The old ancestor's voice was much milder.
Ling Luoyu hesitated and pushed the bamboo door open.
The bamboo house is simple and quiet, with a faint smell of medicine floating in the air.
Not two steps later, a man in a gray robe in the left inner chamber leaps into the eye.
He was young and looked about fifty years old. His spirit was bright and bright. He felt a sense of pressure from his body, which was suppressed in Ling Luoyu's mind.
This kind of breath comes from the strong!
This kind of breath comes from their bones, which will be refracted unconsciously without any special release.
He was splashing ink at the table. After a few strokes, he saw a huge mountain.