Looking at the closed door, the wind was silent, and he fell into deep thought.

It's an adventurous journey, and there should be a way to find a way to get there.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly encountered an accident and forced him to rashly say the last hole card. The rivers and lakes are sinister, and now he regrets it very much, as far as he is concerned, he hopes that the bucktooth man did not hear what he said.

It had been hundreds of years, and he was worried that this place, this family, had long since disappeared. It is said that a few decades ago, people visited this place, but to no avail.

I heard the old man say that all the changes originated from that war--- the Battle of Erhai, which changed the fate of the country and the fate of the family. The war was so tragic that it was beyond people's imagination, and the Yubu army was wiped out, almost all of them were wiped out, and only a few people escaped.

Those who escaped were undoubtedly lucky, but their goal in life has changed since then, and this goal has not changed for hundreds of years, and it has been buried deep in the hearts of the wind.

At this moment, the sound of a car stopping outside was faintly heard, followed by the sound of whispered talking, and the sound of footsteps gradually getting louder.

The little man who was crouching in the corner, apparently hearing it too, stood up, leaned against the wall, and looked at the door, hoping that a turning point would come, or that the fellows would find out on their conscience and let him out.

Just as the two of them were staring at the door, they heard the sound of the door lock opening, and then the door opened, and the two walked in, one in front of the other.

Fengsheng saw that in addition to the expressionless bucktooth man, there was also a middle-aged man walking in, he was thin, wearing a gray coat, his eyes were firm, and his eyes were sharp.

The middle-aged man walked into the room, looked around, as if he didn't see the wind, walked straight to the little man in the corner, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Huang Fei. The little man replied timidly.

"Where's the name!

"I'm really not here to pick up the goods. There was a cry in the little man's voice, "I'm here to find an acquaintance and do business together." ”

"Well, then why did you go to Shannan to meet the 'black head'?"

"I, I'm ......," the little man was speechless for a moment, his cheeks flushed.

"What does a blackhead do, don't think I don't know. It's okay not to say it, be a man. The middle-aged man turned his head and said to the bucktooth man:

After a while, break this kid's left leg and throw him to the wild wolf slope for a hundred miles, whether he can survive or not depends on his creation. There was no rise or fall in his voice, as if he was chatting easily.

"Spare your life, spare your life!" I said, I said it all, I hid the goods, and the address was ....." The little man knelt on the ground in fright, kowtowing and confessing.

The middle-aged man looked at the sound of the wind, paced around with his hands behind his back, and his heels touched the stones laid on the ground, making a gentle "pop" sound, and the atmosphere suddenly became more tense.

For more than ten minutes, the middle-aged man did not speak, but just walked around beside the sound of the wind, his eyes seemed to want to pierce his body.

The middle-aged man suddenly stood in front of the wind, touched his chin, and asked, "This gentleman's surname is a big name?"

The wind glanced at him, looked over his shoulder, looked in the direction of the door, and did not answer.

"The old guy is tired of living?!" the bucktooth man walked over and hit him in the chest, which was a heavy punch.

The wind was beaten back a few steps, and there he stood there, still speechless, as if nothing had happened.

"Feng'er, don't be so rude. The middle-aged man hurriedly stopped. He took two steps forward, his eyes fixed on the cheeks of the wind, "Isn't it convenient to reveal?"

"The wind. The wind replied impatiently.

"That's right. The middle-aged man clapped his palms and smiled on his face, "Where's the goods?"

"I don't understand what you're saying, I'm here to find a friend. The wind replied.

The middle-aged man glanced at the little man who was squatting in the corner of the wall, trembling all over, and shouted, "You have discussed it! Can you change the reason?"

The middle-aged man continued: "What do you mean, like him, go to the wild wolf slope and dance with the wolf?"

Fengsheng's heart tightened, but there was no better way for a while, he didn't dare to say the name of "Fengyang Inn" casually, he could only take one step at a time, and then he would still know how to do martial arts, and it was a big deal to fight once.

"Feng'er, take him out. I'm going to talk to Mr. Fengsheng alone. The middle-aged man pointed to the little man and said.

The wind is clear, the middle-aged man is scheming, and the next step will definitely not be good for him, maybe there will be more tricks.

The door was slammed shut, and only middle-aged men and the wind were left in the room.

The middle-aged man stared at Fengsheng's eyes and said loudly: "You really didn't come to pick up the goods, but you are not called 'Fengsheng', your surname is 'Rain'!"