A morning glow rose in the east, the sound of the water on the lake murmured, and the misty mist still did not disperse.

The thirteen black coffins continued to drift, the raft followed, and the sword tiger and the emperor crocodile temporarily forbould, and did not follow.

Yanfei stood on the raft and saw that Feng Chen was fine, so she returned to her lively and playful cute appearance.

She would hand Feng Chen water to drink, and then use her sleeve to wipe the sweat off Feng Chen's head and face.

I was busy back and forth for several minutes, and I was almost concerned about Feng Chen.

After this period of time, Feng Chen was also flattered, and felt that he had become a lazy young master.

But what made him a little incomprehensible was why Yanfei didn't have a special reaction after he killed someone?

And looking at Yanfei's playful appearance now, she is used to it for a long time, and even her face no longer changes.

After thinking about it, Feng Chen didn't bother to pay attention to this, and subconsciously raised his head and looked at the white belly of the fish in the sky.

The old man had said that he had to get to the field of the god of agriculture before dawn, and as it seemed that he was about to reach his destination.

His gaze moved slightly, falling on the slightly rickety body, and Feng Chen found that this old man was really not simple.

Not long ago, the old man directly grabbed a chain and whipped the emperor crocodile away, how many people can do this?

Besides, this is still an old man, the kind that can't help but be weak on the surface, which is simply appalling.

However, the identity of this old man is indeed too mysterious, and I really can't believe that he is just ferrying dead bodies.

And in order to have a general understanding of the field of the god of agriculture, Feng Chen pondered for a long time, or humbly asked:

"Old man, I heard you talk about the resurrection earlier, can the field of Saturnalia really resurrect the dead?"

The fog drenched the old man, especially the few white hairs like withered grass, as if they were about to be blown away by the wind.

After hearing Feng Chen's question, he shook the black robe on his body, smacked his lips, and said in a deep voice:

"In this world, there are some people who should have died, but they are still alive, and some people who should not have died have died. ”

"And the field of the god of agriculture that we are going to is to give those who should not have died a chance to live again. ”

"When you get to the field of the god of agriculture, you will go to the Enlightenment Festival to have a look, and you will naturally understand, don't ask too much about this. ”

Yan Fei and Feng Chen glanced at each other, their eyes like jewels rolled slightly, smiled playfully, and said:

"Grandpa, I see that you speak in a consistent manner, it turns out that you are a cultural person, I really can't see it. ”

"Oh, is it?" the old man sighed as he wiped his wet face, and with a little more sparkle in his eyes:

"I worked as a teacher when I was younger, and it turned out to be ...... The private school was bombed by an airplane, and the students were gone. ”

"I'm sorry!" poked the old man's sore spot, and Yanfei quickly covered her red lips, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Heha, it's okay, it's been all these years. The old man could see it too, and laughed at it.

"Are you going to the Saturnalia to find someone?" he asked with a quick glance at Yan Fei.

Hearing this, Yan Fei's heart tightened, and she immediately said "um", there is nothing to hide at this time.

And in order to get a clue from her sister Yanxi, she bit her lower lip and paused, and added in a respectful tone:

"Grandpa, have you ever seen a girl who looks like me? ”

"Your sister?" the old man groaned, tapping his knees lightly with his fingers, "I was about to talk about it. ”

"Oh?" Feng Chen and Yan Fei glanced at each other, looking a little excited, finally there was a clue from Han Yanxi.

The old man did not answer immediately, but stood up and took out a firefly from the jade bottle on his cane.

As if spiritual, the firefly flapped its tiny wings and kept circling left and right in the thick fog.

And the old man immediately changed the direction of the black coffin drifting, and followed the fireflies through the dense fog.

Feng Chen was really panicked by Yanxi's clues, and when his eyes flickered, he faintly found a few black shadows underwater.

Driven by curiosity, he crouched on the raft and looked closely with the pupil of judgment, also taken aback.

Those black shadows were all savages, and they were just lurking underwater, observing the movement of the lake.

And as the black coffin and raft continued to advance, the more wild people lurked underwater, and all of them were armed with weapons.

"Take out the bone tooth collar. On the black coffin, the old man reminded him.

Feng Chen took a cool breath, immediately took out the bone and tooth collar, and shook it vigorously against the surface of the lake several times.

It is conceivable that if you break into here directly, without the bone tooth collar in your hand, the end will be absolutely miserable.

"Your sister...... He was hunted down. After drifting for a long distance, the old man finally spoke.

But such an answer undoubtedly made Defeng Chen and Yanfei extremely nervous and uneasy like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

"Old man, what the hell is going on? Can you elaborate?" Feng Chen was anxious and couldn't help but ask.

He never expected this to be the case, could it be because of the Dead Soul Box? Or was there something else going on?

Yan Fei grabbed the corner of Feng Chen's clothes, her pretty face also looked a little haggard, and all kinds of bad thoughts flashed in her mind.

He couldn't figure out why his sister had something to hide from him, and how much suffering she had suffered during this time?

"Don't worry, that little girl, it's fine. The old man added without hesitation.

As soon as they heard this, Feng Chen and Yan Fei glanced at each other, and their hanging hearts let go a lot, but their expressions were still solemn.

In Feng Chen's opinion, if it was really because of the Dead Soul Box that he was hunted down, it must be the hand of the Imperial Glory again.

At the Tianhai Hotel in Xihe City, after separating from Han Yanxi, Han Yanxi may have been targeted.

However, Feng Chen felt that things were not as simple as they seemed, and he had to ask Han Yanxi about everything.

After all, Han Yanxi's backing is enough to ensure Han Yanxi's safety, so why bother to come to the field of the god of agriculture?

Before you know it, the fog has cleared, and the view finally becomes clear under the warm sun.

Feng Chen came back to his senses and found that he had entered a wide body of water, and the scene in front of him shocked him.

This body of water is surrounded by mountains, the wind and waves are calm, and the water waves are traceless, presenting a beautiful artistic conception of beautiful mountains and clear waters.

The clouds on the mountain cover the mist, the pavilions and pavilions under the mountain, the birds and beasts play in it, as if incarnated into a fairyland outside the world.

With the warm sunshine, the thirty black coffins and rafts continued to move forward, and Feng Chen's pupils suddenly dilated.

As far as the eye can see, in the waters of the field of the god of agriculture, there are thousands of black coffins floating in Haoran, and they are black and oppressive.

These black coffins, centered on the field of the god of agriculture, are generally fan-shaped and distributed on the water surface, shocking the eyeballs.

"Could it be that in every black coffin, there is a dead body?" Seeing this scene, Feng Chen was stunned.

He secretly let the Demon Eye scan it, but the specific data he got was that there were a total of 3,717 black coffins.

When he arrived at his destination, the old man locked the thirty black coffins he had just ferried in this large "fan-shaped area".

After that, he leaned on crutches, turned to look at Feng Chen and Yan Fei, squinted his eyes and smiled:

"Don't leave it at that, go find whoever you want, and be just as careful in such places. ”

"Thank you!" Feng Chen nodded slightly, and the way to the field of the god of agriculture was also thanks to the old man's help.

Seeing that the old man was sitting in a black coffin and was about to leave, he hurriedly waved his hand again, took out a bottle of two pots and threw it at the old man:

"Old man, what should I call you, and the next time we meet, I'll treat you to a big meal, okay?"

The old man's black robe shook, easily took the second pot head in his hand, unscrewed the lid and poured a mouthful, and sighed:

"I am dead, but I am alive again, I am alive and dead, life and death, and the name has long been forgotten. ”

"But...... I always remember the name of a man who I lived for three years just to find him. ”

"Who is that person?" Feng Chen wondered.

"He is called annihilation!"