Early the next morning, King Yong stood in front of him and asked, "Is this okay?" ”

He couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth that was about to be raised: "Lord Wang, I think it's a little too straight?" Which homeless man is so tall? ”

When King Yong heard this, he seemed to make some sense, bent his waist slightly, and asked awkwardly, "What about this?" ”

Looking at the unkempt and bearded King Yong in front of him, he felt that he was really about to suffocate his internal injuries: "It seems that there is something missing?" ”

After listening to the words, King Yong sighed, looked down at his outfit, there was no problem.

Because he couldn't let Helian Rongke find out that he had already noticed Feng Xiying's location, but he really couldn't rest assured, so King Yong planned to go to Yizhuang to take a look in person, maybe he could find the secret.

But it must not be blatant, so I came up with an idea, that is, to disguise myself as a homeless man and hide people's eyes and ears to blend in, so that even if I meet Helian Rongke's people, I will not show my flaws.

King Yong's face turned red when he saw it, and he couldn't help but kick it over.

Originally, I could still hold back my laughter, but now I was kicked and relieved, and I laughed out loud directly, rolling with laughter.

"If you dare to make a little more noise, this king will pull out your tongue." King Yong said coldly.

He immediately shut up, then turned around and went out, and came back after a while, with a better look on his face, and handed King Yong a stick: "Lord Wang, my subordinates think it's just that this is missing." ”

King Yong looked at the broken wood in his hand, didn't want to touch it, raised his feet and walked out the door.

He looked at his back and laughed again: "Isn't this a good prop?" ”

Before he finished laughing, he was light in his hand, and the stick was snatched away, and when he looked up, King Yong looked at him with a cold face.

"Lord Wang, you... How did you get back? "I couldn't laugh anymore.

After the beating, King Yong bowed down and went out on crutches, and found himself lying on the floor of the room, with his head full of bags.

King Yong left from the back door of the inn, walking on the street, and sure enough, he didn't attract the attention of others, let alone take a look, and when he saw him approaching, they all avoided in disgust.

King Yong pretended to be very tired and walked for a while, and then slowly moved to the gate of Yizhuang.

When he arrived at the gate of Yizhuang, there was no one guarding him, so King Yong raised his head and glanced at the crooked plaque, and stepped in.

Except for a few corpses covered with white cloths, there was no one else in Yizhuang.

This is obviously not logical, if Feng Xiying is really here, it makes no sense that there is no one to guard, there must be something greasy in this.

King Yong was not in a hurry to find a mechanism, but stretched out at random, yawned and pretended to be sleepy, found a corner and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Before his ass was hot, King Yong felt a black shadow in front of him, and he instinctively wanted to open his eyes, but thinking of his current identity, he still held back, and then his calf was kicked twice.

"Young man, how do you sleep in a place like this?" An old voice sounded, and King Yong pretended to have just woken up and slowly opened his eyes.

An old man with an old dragon clock stood in front of him, looking at King Yong's eyes quite kindly.

King Yong pretended to be hoarse and replied, "I'm too tired, borrow a place." ”

"This is not a place for the living, let's change places." Although the old man was admonishing, his eyes couldn't help but look at King Yong.

King Yong pretended not to see it and turned over: "Maybe you will be like them in two days, what is there to be afraid of." ”

Seeing that King Yong was about to sleep again, the old man was relieved, stopped talking and walked out of the door.

When he reached the door, the old man stopped and asked, "Are you a foreigner?" ”

King Yong's tone was impatient, and he replied rudely: "Where Uncle Ben goes, where is Uncle Ben's home!" ”

"Okay, okay." The old man laughed twice and quickly disappeared.

After the old man left, King Yong opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

When I came in just now, there was no one in Yizhuang, so where did this old man come from? Could it be that he is strong in martial arts, and his internal strength is so strong that he doesn't even realize it when he gets close to King Yong? This is obviously impossible.

But if there is no martial arts, how did he suddenly appear in Yizhuang? There is only one possibility, that is, this Yizhuang is really weird.

King Yong carefully thought about whether there were any other abnormalities and strangeness before the old man appeared, but the door of Yizhuang suddenly closed.

If others had been scared half to death, it would still be haunted in the daytime, which shows that it is not a simple ghost.

But who is King Yong, how could he be frightened by such a little trick, King Yong's eyes stared at the door, became even colder, and only after a moment did he scream in a panic.

This behavior can also be interpreted as being frightened and stupid and not reacting in time.

King Yong knew that if he revealed his identity now, he might not get any information, so he tried his best to pretend to be afraid.

Holding his head and retreating to the corner, King Yong stopped screaming, and his body trembled.

It's too difficult to act, this kind of timid style is really incompatible with the image and identity of King Yong, even if there are flaws, I try my best.

King Yong trembled for a moment, and suddenly heard a few swishing sounds, and looked up to see that the white cloth covering the corpse had flown up and was floating in the air strangely.

How should a normal person react to this scene? King Yong thought quickly in his mind, and stood in place for a moment without moving.

The atmosphere in Yizhuang became extremely terrifying and quiet.

Suddenly, several "corpses" lying on the wooden board sat up at once, with their backs to King Yong.

Want to scream? Do you want to run away? Now what? King Yong really couldn't think of what kind of performance was normal, so he simply poofed and fainted directly to the ground.

I really can't act, so just pretend to be dead.

After a while, King Yong felt someone spinning around him, but he just didn't hear footsteps, just like when the old man appeared, although he was curious, he still couldn't open his eyes.

"It looks like it's really a homeless man." The door of Yizhuang was pushed open, and the old man's voice sounded again.

"What now? Kill directly? A voice heard unheard.

"It's not appropriate to kill people in the blue sky and white days, although it's a homeless man, maybe someone saw it just now, so let's throw it down first." The old man commanded.

King Yong only felt that he was being pulled up directly, and then there was a weightlessness of his feet off the ground, and after a while, he felt like he was spinning rapidly, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he was shocked to realize that he was suspended in mid-air.

What kind of martial arts is this? How powerful is it?

Before King Yong could react, his body fell directly down and fell into a dark hole.

When King Yong landed, he stood firmly in the hole, and after a short period of adaptation to the darkness, King Yong took out a fire fold.

The faint light of the fire lit up, illuminating the small hole in the ground, King Yong looked at it, there were still a few dry white bones on the ground, his heart was tight, and he hurriedly squatted down to take a closer look.

After looking around the cave, King Yong straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief, Feng Xiying is not here, then there is still hope of living.

Wait a minute? I always thought that Feng Xiying was here, so King Yong took the risk to come, since Feng Xiying was not here, where was she???