Because she didn't know who the green-shirted young man in front of her was, where he was going to take him, and what kind of situation he would see when he reached his destination.

The white-faced and green-shirted young man walked like that, without saying a word, he didn't speak, and Lan Yutang and Shang Tianxiang couldn't ask, because they knew that even if they asked, he wouldn't answer.

All doubts can only be answered when you see the legends in those two rivers and lakes.

In this way, the three of them suddenly stopped in the dark night, and they didn't know how long they had been walking in the blurred vision.

When the white-faced green-shirted young man suddenly turned to them and said "It's here" to them in his still cold tone, Lan Yutang felt that his heart was about to jump out of his cavity.

"Arrived" may mean death, but for them, it is a kind of relief.

In front of the legends in those two rivers and lakes, what awaits them is not only the answer to all doubts, but more importantly, the only hope of survival.

This kind of hope has become a luxury for them.

He didn't even dare to imagine what it would be like to see his eyes when he saw the place where he was at this moment, whether it would be a hell full of blood and sin, or a beautiful and peaceful paradise.

And the legends in the two rivers and lakes standing in front of them at this moment were the Ten Palaces Yama or the Demon Satan, he had no way of knowing.

Now, all they know is that they have completely fallen into the trap that someone else has designed in advance, like a rooster that has been plucked clean and put on the cutting board.

Whether the final outcome is used for braising or steaming, I'm afraid it can only be left to fate.

It would have been fine if they had been slaughtered immediately, but they had not said a word, made no sound, did not move, and this silent waiting had almost made them lose their confidence in life.

As a man as strong as fire, as the famous immortal phoenix in the rivers and lakes who can't be killed, he will have such a pessimistic and disappointed mood, so what Shang Tianxiang's mood is can be imagined.

Shang Tianxiang's mood is probably not much better than him.

She seems to be more scared than Lan Yutang, and the reason why she is more scared is, of course, because she is a woman.

In the eyes of women, when encountering this kind of thing, women are naturally more afraid than men, otherwise, they are not called women.

In this case, women are naturally more afraid than men, as if that is why they are called women's rights.

The white-faced and green-shirted young man pushed open the mottled temple door, walked in, and then blended with the boundless darkness inside.

Lan Yutang and Shang Tianxiang stood outside the threshold and hesitated for a while, as if considering whether to follow in, and then, a fire suddenly lit up inside.

The white-faced green-shirted young man held a faint fire fold in his hand and shook it at them, although the light of the fire was faint, but it was unusually bright in this endless night.

Then the young man turned and lit the dusty torches that hung on the wall, and the world was finally back in the light.

By the light of the torches, Lan Yutang leaned in, although his eyes were still very blurry, but he could already see something faintly, not so aimlessly.

However, it's good not to see, but it's even worse when you see it.

He felt that the atmosphere in this ruined temple was strange and abnormal, as if he had been in a tomb, and as soon as he leaned in, he was almost overwhelmed by the gloomy atmosphere inside.

He quickly calmed down, helped Shang Tianxiang to stand still, and then turned to look at the white-faced and green-shirted young man, and said with a slight smile: Brother Ren said just now?

However, at this time, the white-faced and green-shirted young man suddenly became cautious, whether it was shaking the fire fold or lighting the torch, I was cautious, as if I was afraid of alarming something.

Moreover, on his face, which was originally expressionless, suddenly became distorted and excited, and he didn't even dare to speak, not only did he not dare to speak, but he didn't even dare to breathe.

Seeing this, Lan Yutang was a little puzzled.

What could have made this young man in a green shirt, who seemed to have lost his feelings, so nervous and cramped, so cautious?

Is it because of the so-called master in his mouth?

At this moment, although Lan Yutang still had a little bit of fear in his heart, it was more worry, mixed with some haste in it.

Now, he wanted more and more to meet the so-called master of the young man in the green shirt.

He really wanted to see what kind of character this green-shirted young man was in the mouth of the so-called master, whether he had three heads and six arms, or was he like Erlang God, who had one more eye than others?

Hearing Lan Yutang's words, the face of the white-faced green-shirted young man changed slightly, and then he turned to look at him, and his eyes shot a light to signal his quietness.

Lan Yutang didn't know what he was cautious about, so he helped Shang Tianxiang to step into the broken temple, and then walked in front of the white-faced and green-shirted young man, and said with a smile:

I said, brother, what are you bringing us here for? Wouldn't you bring us to this ruined temple just to let us see how careful you are and don't speak?

The green-shirted young man's face changed again, and he leaned in front of him, and said in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear it: I said it was quiet, why is it still so loud?

Now that we've reached the intersection of heaven and hell, you'd better keep your mouth shut if you don't want to go to hell.

Especially the two adults here, no, the two owners here hate the noisy noise the most, so you better be careful in what you do.

Hearing this, Lan Yutang smiled slightly and said: Thank you brother Tai for telling me, even if I fart, I will only let it leak the smell, and I will definitely not let it make a sound.

Hearing this, Shang Tianxiang, who was originally nervous, suddenly laughed, and the wordless fear that pressed on his heart was diluted by this nonsensical joke.

The young man in the white face and green shirt was still pale, looked at Shang Tianxiang, then at Lan Yutang, and said with a stupid face: It's good that you know.

If you want to remove the poisonous Gu of the gossip skull pattern on your body, you'd better obediently control your mouth and don't make any mistakes.

Although his voice was still cold, like words carved into stone, it was cautious and cautious, as if he was afraid of startling the two masters hiding somewhere.

Lan Yutang nodded, and then looked around, as if he was trying to find something, but all the search seemed to be in vain.

Because in this dusty and dilapidated ancient temple, he really didn't see any other signs of the existence of anyone, so he couldn't help but ask:

Hey, brother, let me ask you a question, just now you said that you want us to come with you to meet your master, and you are afraid that I will disturb your two masters by speaking loudly, then, please forgive me for asking more, what about your master?

The white-faced green-shirted young man didn't speak, but just turned his mind away and stared coldly at a piece of wall opposite, his expression serious and sacred, as if he was worshipping the god in his mind.

At this time, the cold shadows of bats and crows hanging down from the wall just came through the crack in the door, and were reflected on the torches hanging on the wall, and were blown and swayed.