Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 227 There Is a Spy

"It is the love bell," Lela said.

Sylvester did not hear it at all. He furrowed his brows and asked, "Honey, what did you just say? Did you say the love bell?"

Lela held Sylvester's handsome face with her hands and excitedly said, "Sylvester, didn't you hear the sound of the bells? It is the love bell. It is a thing you can only see in the tribe in the valley. Since I can hear it here, it means that people from my tribe are nearby."

Lela did not find it particularly strange, as her hearing was sharp. She thought it was not odd that she could hear the bells when Sylvester couldn't. However, hearing the bells did not necessarily mean that the members of her tribe could find her immediately.

After all, they were in the wild. One wrong step could lead them to a bottomless abyss...

They headed north...

Lela patted Sylvester on the back and said, "Sylvester, let's keep heading north."

If she weren't mistaken, continuing north would surely lead them to someone from her tribe.

the land that was full of bones and finally arrived at a place where the road ahead was divided into

looks like we have so many choices now. Honey, which one would you

see behind her as Sylvester was carrying her at the moment. Sylvester adjusted his grip on her waist and turned in a different direction. Lela suddenly felt her vision expand as she found herself sitting on Sylvester's right shoulder. Lela couldn't resist Sylvester, so she

her tribe would periodically send people to do something that could confuse the invaders who wanted to

wrong selection of the

those who possessed keepsakes and sought help from the divine doctor in the valley were unable to enter for

an illusion. Only those with access to the updated internal

internal roadmap?"

'Ha! The people in

have received the map. But this time, she didn't receive anything. She didn't know why. This meant that her information

had a bold

I guess someone you brought this time is someone's

the situation, and his gaze