Chapter 4865: What's missing

He just wanted to kill Feng Chenglin!
Just because he blamed everything on his head!
The violent rage at that moment seemed to have suppressed his reason and made him act in spite of all consequences.
Now that I think of it--
"This is a little thing, not to say it's a hands-on... Even anger is not worth it! I... why should I?"
His expression became alarmed, his eyes flustered.
"Mr. Ling, you said... Am I being wicked?"
Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes: "You...you should really be able to explain it to yourself?! You are also wicked...Why don't you say that you are poisoned?!"
"Poisoning?" The old shopkeeper chuckled bitterly: "I'm really disappointed that it is poisoning, at least it can detoxify... But if you are caught evil..."
He looked around, inexplicably desperate.
"I don't know how to solve..."
"What's the solution? Maybe we are all trapped here to die... Sooner or later it will be a death, so what's the solution?"
Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes and glanced at the old shopkeeper uncomfortably, after all, he still didn't pursue his loss of reason just now.
"If you want me to say, it's better to be really caught by the evil spirits, and die here in a muddle-headed way, instead of clearly dying..."
He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked at the dagger in his hand.
"San Shao, you said, are we looking for a place to get a tombstone for ourselves? Or write a travel note for ourselves... and let people later know that we three have been here, but we were trapped to death. That's it! I just watched... this ghost place is empty, not to mention people, not even a pen, ink, paper or inkstone... If it weren't for the broken tables and chairs, I suspect this place is human Lived!"
"..."
Feng Chenglin's grievances made Ling Luoyu's heart beat suddenly.
"Fatty... We checked in the hall just now, what did we find?
Feng Chenglin: "..."
What did you find?
At that time, didn't you also check in the hall?
Don’t you know what this has discovered?
Why do you suddenly ask such a question now?
"San Shao...what do you mean?"
"Fat man, in the hall, do we also see tables, chairs and benches, and those... lamps and bronze mirrors?"
"...Yes!" Feng Chenglin looked dazed.
It's obvious to all, what do we all have to ask him again?
"Then... why don't you have some... daily necessities?"
"..."
Ling Luoyu's rhetorical question caused Fengcheng Lin Mao to start.
"That's right... Third Young Master, if you don't tell me, I don't care! I'll just say... How did it feel so wrong at the time!"
He slapped his forehead sharply, as if thinking of something, and nodded his finger in the direction behind him.
"Yes, yes, they are the necessary daily necessities, such as tea bowls, cups and saucers, decorative items, and some pen, ink, paper and inkstone..."
Since there are people, there should always be pots and pans.
Otherwise, the people here will never be gods, do they not eat or drink?
"San Shao, we just... when we came from the ruins, there was only such a big hall! It stands to reason that this is a place to live, but..."
Feng Chenglin opened his hands and his face was dumbfounded.
"But why doesn't it look like human fireworks?"