Chapter 573: There was a dull crashing sound from the coffin

The man in brocade was shot in the chest by an arrow, and he was already dying.

Luo Xiaofeng stared at the white and fat face of the brocade-clothed man and sighed softly.

Death comes too quickly and too directly, so fast that people are at a loss, so direct that it feels like a nightmare!

Luo Xiaofeng stood in the small courtyard, he knew that the only way to clear the fog was to find the sister of the brocade man, the bohemian, young and charming woman!

Luo Xiaofeng stood quietly in the small courtyard, carefully observing the surrounding terrain.

In the small courtyard, the tallest object is a tall metasequoia.

Metasequoia is tall and straight, with a height of 30 meters, to say the least.

Luo Xiaofeng glanced up at the tall metasequoia, he slowly took a few steps back, and then ran to the tall metasequoia.

Luo Xiaofeng's thin body jumped up suddenly, his arm half-wrapped around the trunk of the tree, and his agile body spun up.

Thirty meters tall metasequoia, Luo Xiaofeng reached the top of the tree in the blink of an eye.

Luo Xiaofeng sat on the branch at the top of the tree and looked around.

Condescendingly, the entire Julong City is in full view.

Luo Xiaofeng glanced at the building under his feet a few times, and then went down to the metasequoia with confidence.

The body of the brocade man was still lying quietly on the ground.

Luo Xiaofeng sighed and slowly came to the side of the brocade man.

The corpse of the brocade man had slowly stiffened.

Luo Xiaofeng slowly squatted down again, and he stared at the face of the brocade-clothed man.

The face of the brocade man was serene and calm, and there was not a trace of pain to be seen.

Not only was there no pain on the face of the brocade man, but more importantly, there was no trace of struggle on the scene.

Luo Xiaofeng didn't feel strange, because he had already guessed the truth of the incident.

There was silence in the small courtyard, there was no sound, not the slightest sound,

It stands to reason that this small courtyard is located right in the market, and it is impossible to be so quiet. What's going on?

Luo Xiaofeng sneered, and he suddenly slowly dragged the body of the brocade man aside.

The blood on the ground had turned black and brown.

Luo Xiaofeng stretched out his hand and swept aside the puddle of blood accumulated on the ground.

The black-brown blood was swept away, and a circular button suddenly appeared on the ground.

Wipe the blood off the round button, and a strange figure is revealed.

Luo Xiaofeng nodded, and then violently pulled out the circular button embedded in the ground.

As soon as the round button left the ground, it suddenly spun rapidly.

Luo Xiaofeng retreated to the side, he was waiting for a miracle to happen.

Miracles really happened.

The round button, which was spinning rapidly, suddenly bloomed like a petal. In the end, a huge umbrella was formed. The huge umbrella had risen from the ground and was flying straight away.

said that it was too late, and Luo Xiaofeng's body had already ejected at the moment when the huge umbrella-like object flew away from the small courtyard.

Luo Xiaofeng stretched out his hand and grabbed the handle of the umbrella tightly.

Below, there are houses, one after the other, and you can't see the edge at a glance.

Luo Xiaofeng closed his eyes, but he didn't bother to look.

The umbrella finally fell, beside a verdant bamboo forest.

There are no mountains, no mountains, no water, no flowers, not even a single tree, and all that is here is verdant bamboo. The verdant bamboo is not visible at a glance.

As soon as the umbrella fell to the ground, it shattered into powder. The silver-gray powder, blown by the wind, dissipated without a trace.

Luo Xiaofeng sat on a large bluestone and enjoyed the picturesque scenery here.

The breeze is blowing! It's cool and quiet here! Luo Xiaofeng slowly lay down, lying on the big bluestone under him.

In the bamboo forest as far as the eye can see, there is silence.

Luo Xiaofeng slowly closed his eyes, he was trying to get a good night's sleep.

It's a pity that as soon as Luo Xiaofeng lay down, there was a crisp gong sound in the bamboo forest.

As soon as the gong sounded, a staggered cry was heard.

Luo Xiaofeng turned over and sat up, and he looked in the direction of the cry.

Not far from Luo Xiaofeng, four strong men carried a coffin with red paint. Behind the coffin, dozens of people dressed in linen and filial piety were hiding their faces and weeping bitterly.

As soon as Luo Xiaofeng sat up, the four strong men carrying the coffin had already arrived at his side. Luo Xiaofeng was taken aback, he didn't expect that these strong men carrying the coffin were actually hidden masters.

Who was in the coffin?

Luo Xiaofeng had a hunch that the dead person was by no means an ordinary nobody!

The four strong men carrying the coffin didn't look at Luo Xiaofeng when they passed by Luo Xiaofeng. In this deserted bamboo forest, a person who looks like a little beggar suddenly came, more or less, giving people a bit of a surprise. But the four strong men who carried the coffin had no curiosity at all. Not only did the four strong men who carried the coffin not look at Luo Xiaofeng, but even the dozens of people wearing linen and filial piety behind the coffin did not look at Luo Xiaofeng.

When these people had just passed by Luo Xiaofeng, there was a dull crashing sound in the coffin.

As soon as the dull crash sounded, it was drowned out by the cries of dozens of people behind the coffin.

Luo Xiaofeng was startled, although the dull impact sound was not loud, it happened to be heard by Luo Xiaofeng.

There was a dull thud in the coffin!

Luo Xiaofeng didn't think about it, he suddenly swept out and blocked in front of the four strong men carrying the coffin.

"Wait a minute!" Luo Xiaofeng said loudly.

The sound of the gong immediately stopped.

The crying also disappeared in an instant.

Everyone's eyes were staring straight at Luo Xiaofeng.

Luo Xiaofeng pointed to the coffin and said loudly: "There is a noise in this coffin, don't you hear it?"

In the crowd, a white-faced descendant suddenly stood out. He is full of filial piety, and his eyes are swollen like peaches.

"You...... Who are you, how dare you talk nonsense here?" The white-faced descendant stared at Luo Xiaofeng with blood-red eyes.

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the white-faced Housheng: "Who are you from the dead?"

The white-faced scholar said angrily: "The deceased is my father!

Luo Xiaofeng said: "I did hear a sound in the coffin just now, I ......" Luo Xiaofeng's words were not finished, and the mourning stick in the hands of the white-faced scholar had already hit him with his head and face.

"You are talking nonsense...... Look at the fight!" the white-faced scholar was furious, and the mourning stick in his hand, with a strong wind, slashed directly at the top of Luo Xiaofeng's head.

Luo Xiaofeng sighed, and with a slight flash, he dodged the white-faced scholar's mourning stick.

The white-faced scholar was stunned, he didn't expect that a young man named Hanako would have such a fast skill.

Luo Xiaofeng flashed lightly to the side, and without waiting for the white-faced scholar to make another move, he grabbed the mourning stick suddenly.

"You let go......" The white-faced scholar was anxious, he wanted to break free of Luo Xiaofeng's hand. But as soon as Luo Xiaofeng's hand grabbed his mourning stick, he never let go.

The four strong men who carried the coffin slammed the coffin to the ground, and then slowly walked towards Luo Xiaofeng......

(End of chapter)