Hearing the old man say this, Feng Chen was really taken aback, there was nothing wrong with this.

An old man who sits in a black coffin all the year round and floats on the surface of the lake is not regarded as a lonely ghost.

Even if it is not regarded as a lonely ghost, it will be considered to be sitting in a black coffin and molesting ghosts, which is really appalling.

However, this old man has not spoken to a living person for thirty years, which is a little too miserable.

I don't know what kind of special work the old man is floating on the lake in a black coffin, or what obligations he fulfills.

In response to this, Feng Chen really wanted to ask clearly, and also hoped to get clues from the old man's mouth.

Glancing at the campfire in front of the tent, Feng Chen smiled politely:

"Old man, it's so late, why don't you go there to bake the fire, and eat something to warm up by the way. ”

"Really?" the old man looked at Feng Chen, his eyes were deep, but at this moment, a glimmer of brilliance burst out.

Since he had been enthusiastically invited, Feng Chen didn't say polite words, and directly helped the old man to the bonfire.

While the old man was roasting the fire, he took an iron pot and a bucket of instant noodles from the Demon Eye.

After a few minutes of busy work, I finally filled the iron pot with water, set it on the bonfire, and boiled the water to cook noodles.

The old man was thinly dressed, with only a black robe on his upper body, and his dark chest was open to the outside, but he didn't feel cold.

His lower body was a pair of linen trousers and a pair of straw sandals, as if he had been abandoned by the world.

If you label him a "beggar", it's okay, but he's not as sloppy as a beggar.

This is definitely not an ordinary old man! Feng Chen was even more sure of his thoughts.

The spicy smell of instant noodles came to his nose, Feng Chen stirred in the pot with chopsticks, and then picked up a bowl and handed it to the old man.

This bowl of instant noodles is also topped with hot dogs, ham, bacon, and braised eggs...... It's like a noodle bowl in instant noodles.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten something so delicious. The old man sighed, his eyes blazing, ready to move.

But instead of gobbling it up, he put it in his mouth with chopsticks, chewed it slowly, and was polite in his every move.

Seeing that the old man was eating happily, Feng Chen was inconvenient to disturb, so he roasted a fire there to dispel the chill on his body.

In order to avoid poisonous insects, snakes and ants, Feng Chen went back to the tent to take a look, and saw that Yanfei was sleeping soundly, and he was also relieved.

Otherwise, in the middle of the night, Yan Fei would definitely be frightened when she saw an old man, plus the thirty black coffins.

The night was deep, the bright moon in the sky was obscured by dark clouds, and the sky was a little darker, and even the wind stopped blowing.

Feng Chen sat back by the bonfire, and when he saw that the old man had eaten all the instant noodles, he said with a smile:

"Old man, it's so late, I see you dragging thirty black coffins, are you going somewhere?"

The old man put the instant noodle bucket aside, looked up at the thirty black coffins on the shore of the lake, and sighed:

"I've been a ferryman all my life, going out day and night, traveling among famous mountains and rivers to collect dead bodies. ”

"And every full moon night, I will return to Shennongyuan and sacrifice the corpses I have collected......"

Speaking of this, the old man deliberately glanced at Feng Chen and continued:

"As for where the dedication goes, young man, you still don't want to know. ”

"Forehead......" Hearing the old man's last words, Feng Chen couldn't help but get the words stuck in his throat.

Although he didn't get the answer he wanted, he could guess that the place of worship had something to do with the wild people.

It's just that the place must be so secret or dangerous that the old man doesn't want to mention it.

"Old man, you also said that I was bold, so you can tell me about it. Feng Chen looked forward to it.

And in order to pry some favorable information out of the old man's mouth, he must also use some means at this time.

It's not ...... Cigarettes, beer, and eight-treasure porridge were all taken out, and I asked you if you could withstand the temptation of food?

Sure enough, after the old man saw the bag of Great China, his eyes instantly became hot, and he reached out directly to take it.

In the past, when he traveled among famous mountains and rivers, he always looked for cigarettes from dead corpses, but he may not be able to find them.

And when the old man reached out to take away Great China, Feng Chen was quick and snatched the cigarette.

"Old man, tell me about it, I'll give you a cigarette, what do you think?" Feng Chen used smoke as bait.

The old man licked his mouth, his eyes still fell on the bag of Great China, and said in a deep voice:

"Young man, you're threatening me, old man, that's it...... I'll just tell you a little bit about it. ”

"I collect dead bodies among famous mountains and rivers, just to bring them to the field of agriculture in Shennongyuan. ”

"Saturnalia's wilderness?" Feng Chen chewed on the word.

The old man tore open the packet of Great China, took out a cigarette, lit it through the bonfire in front of him, and swallowed the clouds and mist:

"When you came to Shennongyuan, you must have heard the legend ......of the savages, right?

“...... Actually, it's where the wild people live, and of course, you can be joking with me. ”

"No, what you said must be true. Feng Chen grinned, now he could be regarded as finding a breakthrough.

Next, as long as you follow this old man, you can easily reach the "Saturnalia no Wild", the living area of the savages.

So, how do you follow this old man? You can't be sneaky and be a thief, right?

After thinking about it for a while, Feng Chen patted his chest and said very tactfully:

"Old man, it's really not easy for you to sleep in the open every day at your age. ”

"And I don't have much to do lately, or ...... I'll help you check in the black coffin, really. ”

"I'm an honest person, I don't dare to think too much, but your spirit is worth learning from. ”

Hearing Feng Chen's impassioned and praise-like words, the old man's smiling eyes narrowed into a line.

But when he opened his eyes and looked at Feng Chen again, his face changed, and he spit out the words "flamboyant tongue".

"Forehead ......" Feng Chen was stunned and shook his head, a little embarrassed.

He forgot that the person sitting next to him was an old man who was 100 years old, and this kind of person could be said to have read countless people.

No...... It's not that you read countless people, it's that you read countless dead people, and you can't escape those vicious eyes with a smile.

"Okay...... I just wanted to go there. Feng Chen simply confessed directly, and asked you if you agreed.

"Are you going to the wilderness of the god of agriculture?" the old man smiled to himself, and while looking at Feng Chen, he shook his head helplessly.

But seeing that Feng Chen was silent, he threw the remaining cigarette butts into the bonfire, and said in a tone of regret:

"It's good for young people to have ideas, but there is an idea called a dream, and another idea is called ambitious. ”

"Young man, do you think this is a dream, or is it too ambitious......?"

"So ambitious?" Hearing this word, Feng Chen was speechless, this old man is still a cultural person.

But isn't this so-called lofty and ambitious to mean that I am unrealistic and unself-sufficient?

"Why can't I go to the Saturnalia Wilderness?" Feng Chen hit the nail on the head this time and had something to say.

The old man took out another cigarette, lit it through the bonfire, spit a puff of smoke on Feng Chen's face, and said in a deep voice:

"I'll tell you the truth, if you want to go to the wilderness of the god of agriculture, you need a token, and ordinary people can't get it at all. ”

"I remember an expedition that tried to get a token and died in this forest. ”

Speaking of this, the old man deliberately stared at Feng Chen for a while, and added in a regretful tone:

"Look at your bones, ten lives are not enough, so don't think about it, go home. ”

"Token? are you talking about this?" Feng Chen didn't talk nonsense, took out the bone and tooth collar, and sent it to the old man.