Seeing that the trick could not succeed, the yellow-haired monkey simply turned over and stood up, and the pair of monkey paws pointed at Wu Feng and "squeaked" and screamed, as if he was scolding Wu Feng, saying that he didn't care about his life or death at all.

Wu Feng just smiled and looked at the yellow-haired monkey, letting it play tricks, he just felt that this feeling was very good and warm.

Suddenly, Wu Feng found that there seemed to be something hanging on the neck of the yellow-haired monkey, so he frowned, reached out and hugged the yellow-haired monkey, and took a closer look, only to find that the thing hanging on the neck of the yellow-haired monkey was actually a small rectangular cloth bag, which was not big, about three feet long, looking at this small cloth bag, Wu Feng asked: "Xiao Huang, what is this thing hanging around your neck?" ”

The yellow-haired monkey scratched his head, pointed in the direction of the Broken Soul Cliff, and screamed "squeak".

Wu Feng quickly understood what it meant, and couldn't help but be ecstatic for a while, because the yellow-haired monkey was saying that this thing was brought by the ancestor grandfather, and it seemed that Xiao Huang was really taken by the two bat kings to the cave halfway up the mountain of the Broken Soul Cliff, and he also saw the ancestor grandfather.

Wu Feng glanced around, it was already very late at this time, Guo Dacheng and his wife and several children had also slept, and the lights in Lao Liutou's house had already been extinguished, and it seemed that he had already slept.

Holding the yellow-haired monkey into the house, Wu Feng closed the group, and couldn't wait to untie the small pocket hanging from the yellow-haired monkey's neck, the things in the bag were very simple, only a small piece of torn linen, neatly folded, in addition, there were seven or eight small pills, all of which were black.

Wu Feng carefully examined the few small pills, put them under his nose and smelled them, there was no smell, and he didn't know what it was for, but this thing was naturally given by his grandfather, and it must have its own wonderful use.

Putting those small pills aside for the time being, Wu Feng couldn't wait to open the piece of ragged linen, Wu Feng knew that this piece of ragged linen must be a letter written by the ancestor grandfather to himself, as soon as he opened the ragged linen, the familiar elegant fly-headed small characters were displayed in front of him, this font is too familiar, and the handwriting on the rag that remembers the Yin and Yang Eight Harmony Immeasurable Washing Pulp Sutra is exactly the same, it must be the handwriting of the ancestor and grandfather.

Seeing the familiar handwriting, Wu Feng's hands trembled slightly, it had been a long time since he came out of the Broken Soul Cliff, but it was like a world away, in just this period of time, a lot of things happened, and many people died.

Sometimes, Wu Feng even missed the days when he stayed in the Broken Soul Cliff, and he missed the strange white-haired old man even more.

But see it written: "Stinky boy, walked for a few months, no growth at all, it seems that the old man taught you those spells have been swallowed into the dog's belly, the old man listened to the two bat kings said, your kid was beaten by an old man can't stand up, it's really even the old man's face is lost, if it weren't for your kid to go out in a hurry, you should be locked up in the cave for a few more years, so that you won't be beaten half dead, and finally dragged down the old man's two bat kings, do you say your kid is not ashamed?" If it weren't for the two bat kings who used Neidan to save you, I'm afraid grass would start to grow on your grave, right? ”