Because Zhu Rongkong found that with his powerful inspiration, he could not find the Song inkstone. At the same time, the blood rain falling from the sky was not ordinary blood rain. Those blood rain emitted a slight sweet smell. Even if the five senses were closed, the sweet smell could still be conveyed to the mind.

Hidden, Zhu Rongkong feels that kind of taste is strange.

"Whoop!"

Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared behind Zhu Rong's empty body. The red long gun in his hand, which was always vigilant, was like a flash of lightning, which pierced the figure in an instant.

But the next moment, a blood figure appeared...