Looking at Zhou Jinwei's anxious eyes, Dong Wenfeng hesitated, but still told the matter one by one.

After listening to Dong Wenfeng's narration, Zhou Jinwei breathed a sigh of relief: "Thanks to Mr. Dong, it seems that those hell messengers don't dare to run rampant. ”

But after thinking about it, a touch of joy appeared on Zhou Jinwei's face: "The F floor that Mr. Dong said was once sealed, and I heard that there were man-eating monsters inside, but I didn't expect it to be eliminated by Mr. Dong today." If this matter is known to the senior management of the exhibition, I don't know how to reward Mr. Dong. ”

Dong Wenfeng waved his hand: "Don't say that I did it." ”

The current Dong Wenfeng is really not in the mood to do this.

Zhou Jinwei also saw that Dong Wenfeng was not in a good mood now, so he also decided not to make a fuss about this matter, smiled, and took it as a promise to Dong Wenfeng.

Dong Wenfeng smiled bitterly, and then thought about something, squatted on the ground, and picked up the wood that had just fallen.

At this time, there is still a little bit of color in the wood, like a black burning stick, ordinary and unremarkable.

"This is the magic weapon that Mr. Dong got on the F floor?"

Zhou Jinwei said subconsciously, his eyes looking directly at the wooden stick in Dong Wenfeng's hand.

Just now I heard Dong Wenfeng say that he would kill those hell messengers with this piece of wood, and Zhou Jinwei's heart naturally included this wooden stick in the category of magic weapons.

"Yes, but it's not a magic weapon. Dong Wenfeng squinted and saw Zhou Jinwei's blazing and hot eyes, and hurriedly explained, lest Zhou Jinwei covet this wooden stick.

Although Dong Wenfeng can't use this wooden stick now, and he may not be able to use it in the future, Dong Wenfeng still doesn't want to give this kind of evil thing to others easily.

After all, when he first urged the wooden stick, those memory fragments that surged up in his heart almost made Dong Wenfeng lose his mind, if it wasn't for the three-color soul bead to help him, maybe the current Dong Wenfeng would have been buried in the mouth of the monster.

Thinking of the three-color soul beads, Dong Wenfeng's heart was gloomy again.

After a pause, Dong Wenfeng said with a smile: "This wooden stick is no longer valid. ”

Seeing Zhou Jinwei's half-believing look, Dong Wenfeng smiled bitterly: "In the battle just now, he was damaged by those hell messengers, so don't make up your mind." ”

Seeing Dong Wenfeng's serious expression, Zhou Jinwei suppressed the desire and hope in his heart, and sneered: "I am also a low-level martial artist. ”

Dong Wenfeng smiled, he understood the meaning of Zhou Jinwei's words, but then he thought that he was no longer a martial artist, and his heart suddenly became sad.

Zhou Jinwei didn't notice Dong Wenfeng's expression, he patted his head as if he remembered something, then took out the pager and began to deal with things: he called someone to come over to clean up his things on the spot, and then arranged another broadcast to appease everyone in Youguang.

After all, the impact of the exhibition explosion can be big or small, if it is not dealt with well, not to mention that Zhou Jinwei's furniture this time cannot be sold, even the reputation of Zhou Jinwei's company will have a great impact.

Dong Wenfeng didn't speak, watching Zhou Jinwei on the phone to deal with things, but he stood aside, sometimes looking at the sky, sometimes looking at the wooden stick in his hand, with a look of unwillingness. But every time he saw the crowd around him, his heart settled down again, as if he had been injected with a tranquilizer.

After repeating it a few times, Dong Wenfeng finally took a few deep breaths, and the decadence in his eyes was swept away.

At this time, the radio inside the exhibition also sounded.

"Dear visitors, just now the fireworks in the exhibition caused everyone's panic, so that everyone mistakenly thought that there was an explosion, we feel deeply sorry, in order to make up for everyone, the furniture business owner of the exhibition, personally out of pocket, invited each visitor to his furniture booth for a lottery, everyone has a prize, will get a red envelope. ”

The radio was broadcast twice in a loop, and the visitors to the exhibition gradually settled down, and as soon as they heard that there were red envelopes to take, they flocked into the venue of the furniture exhibition.

After Dong Wenfeng heard the broadcast, he admired Zhou Jinwei a little, and said that an accidental explosion was a surprise for tourists, and only Zhou Jinwei did it.

However, this trick was indeed useful, and Dong Wenfeng soon found that there were fewer and fewer people in the middle of the exhibition, and they all poured into a passage after changing their previous aimless strolling.

"Is that your furniture over there?"

Dong Wenfeng looked at Zhou Jinwei, who had just finished making a phone call and dealing with things, and was walking towards him.

Zhou Jinwei glanced in the direction that Dong Wenfeng was pointing, and then said with a smile: "Give a little bit of a small profit, and give both grace and power." ”

Dong Wenfeng smiled and looked at Zhou Jinwei with deep meaning: "The matter should be done for you, you don't need me to do anything, right?"

"The matter of the Hellbringer is settled, but I don't know if there will be other dangers. ”

"Then I'll keep patrolling. Dong Wenfeng took the wooden stick, said a word to Zhou Jinwei, and began to walk around the crowd.

Zhou Jinwei didn't say anything, just watched Dong Wenfeng's back disappear into the crowd, and said to himself with some puzzlement: "It's strange, I can't feel the spiritual power on his body." ”

But after thinking about it, maybe Dong Wenfeng consciously restrained his breath.

made a casual assumption, Zhou Jinwei felt that it seemed to be the case, so he didn't continue to think about it, shook his head, Zhou Jinwei also walked to the crowd, he wanted to see how his own venue was doing.

At this time, Dong Wenfeng, who was in the crowd, deeply felt a strange feeling.

In the past, Dong Wenfeng, relying on the spiritual power of the three-color soul bead, could easily feel the gap between the people around him and himself, but now Dong Wenfeng not only can't feel the gap between them, but also has some difficulty breathing.

"Could it be that this is the sequelae of losing spiritual power?"

Dong Wenfeng thought helplessly, and didn't notice at all that there were several security guards behind him, with ghost-like expressions.

"Didn't he go to Building F?"

"How did you meet him here?"

"Do you need to notify Captain Li?"

“…”

These security guards were none other than those who had been ordered by Li Zhixian to track down Dong Wenfeng.

However, after Dong Wenfeng entered the F floor, they thought that Dong Wenfeng would definitely die. As a result, when they saw Dong Wenfeng again, the other party actually walked in front of them alive, how not to surprise them.

The young security guard thought about it for a while, but still dialed the pager and gave it to Lee Ji-hyun. His name is Niu Hongwei, and he has a somewhat close relationship with Li Zhixian, so reporting Dong Wenfeng's location now is also a bit of a flattering implication to Li Zhixian.