In the afternoon of the next day, Daoist Qingfeng and Wu Feng and others came to Master Fan's meditation room again, anxiously waiting, everyone's eyes were looking at the wooden door, their eyes were unblinking, and the atmosphere was surprisingly quiet.

I don't know how long it took, the wooden door finally opened, and a person came out, carrying his hands behind his back, striding forward, this person is the real person of Xuankong, not long after, someone came out one after another, and the second person is Master Fan, after he came out, he smiled at everyone, reached out and took out a wine gourd from his waist, opened the lid, and drank hard.

Wu Feng and the others hurriedly greeted him, and before they got close, Wu Feng couldn't wait to ask, "Uncle Shizu...... Master Fan, you're all okay, thank you so much this time......"

"Stinky boy! Poor Dao saved me as a disciple and grandson, what do you care about your kid? Xuankong Zhenren smiled and kicked Wu Feng's ass, Wu Feng could only be next to it, although it didn't hurt, Wu Feng still touched his ass and smirked at Xuankong Zhenren.

In an instant, Wu Feng felt the incomparable aura and powerful aura on Xuankong Zhenren's body. However, it seems that the time lag is a little worse than the first time I saw him a few days ago, and it really hurts his vitality, and it is estimated that it will take two or three years to fully recover.

"Let's go in and take a look, your senior brother has just woken up and is looking for you." Master Lifan smiled and gave Wu Feng a look.

"Hmm." Wu Feng nodded heavily, and immediately rushed into the house impatiently, and even forgot to greet the rest of the uncles and uncles.

As soon as he entered the room, Wu Feng walked towards Zhou Ming quickly, and at this moment, Zhou Ming had already opened his eyes, and looked at Wu Feng who was walking quickly.

"Senior brother...... Wu Feng squatted down and grabbed Zhou Ming's hand, at this moment, he was speechless with excitement, and he almost wanted to burst into tears.

Since Zhou Ming fought in the mass grave gang, it has been four or five months, this little half a year, he has been lying there quietly like a dead man, Wu Feng is worried about his safety all the time, at this moment, when he thinks of the difficulties and dangers along the way in order to go to Shandong to find Ghost Doctor Xue, life and death, and the old Liu Tou who passed away, Wu Feng's tears can no longer hold back, he hugged Zhou Ming's hand, and the tears fell down big and big, all of which fell on the back of Zhou Ming's hand.

Zhou Ming still smiled gently, he stretched out his other hand, stroked Wu Feng's white hair, and said softly: "Little junior brother...... That day at the mass grave, I thought that I must be dead, I didn't have any other thoughts in my heart at that time, I just thought that if I died, I would never see you and Master again, if I was reincarnated, would I be able to meet you and Master again. ”

"Big brother...... With me in the future, you will never have this kind of thought again. Wu Feng raised his head and looked at the elder brother in front of him like a brother and a father with tears in his eyes, this dear person who had been with him for more than ten years.

"Little junior brother, senior brother, I believe you will." Zhou Ming said again.

"Senior brother, do you know how long you've been in a coma?" Wu Feng asked.

Zhou Ming shook his head, saying that he didn't know.

"It's been more than five months, almost half a year younger, you've been in a coma for so long, you don't know how worried Master and I are about you, what happened that day, how did you make yourself like this?" Wu Feng asked again.