"It's that mud-leg..."
Zhang Fei Xuan stared at the liquid mass and said, "Third Elder, when we go up, just burst straight out, no matter what's around."
"What?"
Wang Qizheng was stunned for a moment but quickly caught on and nodded.
Their bodies accelerated, and with a flurry of flying, their steps landed on the tunnel walls not splashed with the poison. With a powerful push, they almost simultaneously burst through the opened floor.
Behind Wang Qizheng, his thin wings trembled, propelling him even faster. Just as he left the floor, he saw that it was a wooden hut, and inside the hut, gold and silver treasures shone brightly, all very eye-catching.
In the center of that room was a thin and tall man, like a stick figure, who was staring blankly at the two rushing towards him.
Under normal circumstances, he would have definitely hesitated, but thinking of that cunning old fox, Wang Qizheng didn't pause and ran straight upwards.
Bang!
