Suddenly, an extremely powerful yin qi emanated from the white-haired old monster's body, Wu Feng felt a fierce chill on his body, and couldn't help but shiver, this breath was quite familiar, and he vaguely remembered that it seemed that when the murderous corpse of the child and mother changed, he had this feeling at that time, but it didn't seem to be, because the cold aura emanating from the white-haired old monster in front of him was even stronger!

"Say it! What the hell does your master do! The white-haired old monster almost had his entire face on Wu Feng's face, and asked in a stiff and cold tone, changing his previous appearance of laughter. /56 Library

Somehow, under such a strange behavior of the white-haired old monster, Wu Feng was a little afraid in his heart, this fear seemed to be innate, just like people are afraid of the dark, and unconsciously blurted out: "My master...... He is the descendant of Maoshan...... The Taoist who drove the corpse ......"

The white-haired old monster stared at Wu Feng for a while, and then moved his face away from him, and the suffocating cold aura disappeared, and Wu Feng suddenly felt a lot more comfortable. At the same time, I was even more panicked in my heart, is this white-haired old monster a human or a ghost? Why is there such a heavy cold aura on the body? Why did he care so much about what his master did? Many questions instantly swirled in Wu Feng's mind.

The white-haired old man stared straight ahead, his body standing there like a stone sculpture, and he didn't move for a while, as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, he moved his body and muttered, "Descendants of Maoshan Mountain...... The corpse chaser ......" said as he walked around the cave, completely ignoring Wu Feng's existence.

Wu Feng felt more and more that this white-haired old man was extremely strange, and when he saw him walking around in the cave, he was dizzy, and said impatiently: "Hey, old monster!" Are you still going to kill me? If you don't kill me, let me go, it's very uncomfortable to be tied here! ”

The white-haired old monster finally stopped, moved his gaze to Wu Feng's body again, looked at him a few times meaningfully, and finally laughed a few times, turned around and strode towards another hole.

Wu Feng was even more confused now, and he didn't know what the white-haired old man wanted to do, seeing him turn around and leave, he hurriedly said loudly: "Hey, old monster!" Where are you going? ”

The white-haired old man didn't pay attention to him at all, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, but the two huge bats on the side shook their bodies and screamed twice, revealing their sharp fangs, and threatened Wu Feng.

Wu Feng looked at the two big bats, their appearance was extremely ugly, and they were extremely hideous and terrifying, and hurriedly turned his face away, not daring to look at it again.

Not long after the white-haired old man left, Wu Feng suddenly felt that the skin of his whole body was itchy, it was not obvious at first, and then it became more and more unbearable, and he wanted to reach out and scratch it, but his hands were tied tightly, and he couldn't move at all, not to mention how uncomfortable the itch was, Wu Feng was sweating profusely, and he was sweating, and then he couldn't bear it anymore, so he screamed loudly, and his voice was a little hoarse. After another two pillars of incense, the itching sensation suddenly disappeared again, and it hurt again as if it had been roasted by fire......