"Feng Changqing? He's actually asking me for help again? Could it be that he has obtained some powerhouses' corpses in River Lethe?"
Looking at the information displayed in the Book of All Beings, Lin Wudao's lips curled into a smile.
At the same time, there was also a faint anticipation in his eyes.
To him, Feng Changqing could barely be considered a fat lamb. As the Tianfeng tribe's grave keeper, the other party wandered around River Lethe all year round. He had a lot of resources in his hands.
Since the other party asked for his help again this time, he had clearly prepared the corpses of powerhouses.
Buzz!
Thinking of this, Lin Wudao did not hesitate too much. He immediately used the system's mighty power to project Feng Changqing.
At this moment, he saw Feng Changqing sitting on the bank of River Lethe, staring blankly at the river water that was suffused with a strange black gas. No one knew what he was thinking.
