Wu Feng's breathing became heavier, and he looked at the officers and soldiers in front of him in a daze, as if he had mustered up the courage of his whole body, and then gradually calmed down his state of mind, but his voice was still a little trembling and said, "It's okay...... Say, I'm holding on, what's wrong with my eldest brother? ”

The officer and soldier bit his lip, and he didn't know how to phrase it, and before he could speak, tears rolled out, and he choked up and said, "Brother Wu Feng...... That...... Na Langzhong said...... said that the one we carried back was a dead man, and the Zhou Ming brothers had been dead for two or three hours, and now the corpses were cold......"

This sentence is no less than a muffled thunder exploding on Wu Feng's head, Wu Feng only felt that there was a roar in his head, and what the officers and soldiers said could no longer be heard, Master Hui Cong was lying on Wu Feng's back, and he already felt that Wu Feng's whole body was trembling, it was that kind of slight trembling, the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained, and his hands behind his back slowly slipped down.

Finally, Wu Feng's body was paralyzed, and he was supported by Master HC.

"Amitabha...... Little donor...... The Si people have gone, don't be too sad, please mourn ......," Master HC comforted in a low voice.

Wu Feng squatted down, tears fell down, his hands held his head, and he actually cried loudly, like a helpless child, everything about the senior brother flashed from his mind one by one in an instant, Wu Feng was accepted as an apprentice by Qingfeng Dao Chang when he was seven or eight years old, at that time, Zhou Ming was only a teenager, although sometimes, the senior brother often played with his honest little junior brother, most of them still treated himself like a younger brother, Wu Feng couldn't accept it, Zhou Ming went like this.

Mom and Dad died early, for so long, they have even forgotten their voices and smiles, in this world, Wu Feng only wants two relatives, counting the ancestor of the Broken Soul Cliff, there are only three, he can't accept the fact that the senior brother is dead anyway, he was still affectionately calling himself junior brother yesterday...... Little Junior Brother...... How could he die today?

The more Wu Feng thought about it, the more sad he became, and his heart was sad as if thousands of steel needles had been pierced at the same time, and the pain was overwhelming, and he was even a little desperate, feeling that the whole world was about to collapse.

"What nonsense are you talking about?! How could Zhou Ming, this kid die! He can't die like this......" Old Liu's eyes were red, his lips trembled slightly, and he shouted at the officer and soldier.

"Uncle Liu...... The little one knows that you are all very sad, when Brother Zhou Ming was alive, he was not bad to the brothers, he died, the brothers were also very sad, you don't want him to die, the brothers don't want to, but he is indeed dead, the body is cold, I touched it when I came......" The officer and soldier also said with a sad face.

"Impossible...... My brother won't die...... He's still so young...... He won't die, I don't believe it, I won't believe he died like this......" Wu Feng muttered, tears rolling down his face.

Suddenly, Wu Feng stood up, stumbled forward two steps, the speed under his feet became faster and faster, and he used light skills to rush towards the direction of Kaihua City, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.