On the Dingshui turbine, the wreckage of the ship and gold and silver jewels are scattered, and the green patina highlights the ancient atmosphere.

Liu Sheng Feixu looked at Feng Chen's back, frowning slightly, not knowing what he meant by what he said just now.

But obviously, the result of the matter was unexpected, otherwise Feng Chen would not have had such a big reaction.

Driven by curiosity, she trotted to Feng Chen's side, but in the end, she was also stunned.

She saw a middle-aged man lying on the ground, covered in blood, and now dying.

Look at the appearance of this middle-aged man, skinny, with small eyes and a mustache......

Isn't this the storyteller in the farmhouse? I really didn't expect him to be swept up in the whirlpool on the water turbine.

"Why are you doing this?" was silent for a long time, and Feng Chen finally spoke indifferently.

He would never forget the thrilling scene at the bottom of the lake, and look at the black fur coat on Mr. Storyteller.

The truth of the matter is already in front of us, that is, Mr. Storyteller dives to the bottom of the lake and pretends to be a water ghost to hurt people's lives.

However, Feng Chen really couldn't figure it out, how did the storyteller, who has always been honest, become an executioner?

Could it be that the identity of Mr. Storyteller and his honest character are all for better disguise?

Seeing that Mr. Storyteller was about to die, Feng Chen did not regret the ferocious forty knives under the waters of the Old Man's Temple.

Otherwise, he would have been blood-stained with Boyang Water and died in the Old Man Temple, and it would never be possible for him to stand here in a good manner.

"Did you kill those three people in the bronze cabinet yesterday, and what did you do to my brother?"

Liu Shengfei's eyes were sharp, and his words were full of coldness, such a result was completely unexpected by her.

Mr. Storyteller hides too deeply, giving people an honest image, who will suspect him?

"Whoever fights the idea of these gold, silver, and jewels will die. The storyteller shuddered and spoke.

His crazy appearance at the moment can be regarded as a tacit acquiescence that he is the real murderer of the bald man.

Seeing that Feng Chen and the two were silent, Mr. Storyteller forcibly endured the pain in various parts of his body, and said with a wry smile:

"You might think I'm crazy, right?"

"But do you ever know how many lives have been lost in the village in the gold, silver and jewels of the Kobe Maru?"

"From the day the Kobe Maru sank in Lake Hayang, disaster befell the villages around Lake Hakuyo. ”

"My grandfather, my father...... My son, they were all gunned to the head by those treasure hunters......"

“...... Naked into the waters of the Lao Ye Temple to explore, after ...... And they never came up again. ”

"Can you understand the pain in my heart?

"From that time on, I swore that whoever tried to fight the idea of the gold, silver and jewels of the Kobe Maru would die!"

After saying this, Mr. Storyteller's breath became even weaker, and it seemed that he was on the verge of death.

"So you're pretending to be a water ghost and murdering those treasure hunters underwater!" Feng Chen's expression darkened a little.

He had to admit that Mr. Storyteller's life was a tragedy, but he felt that this kind of person was quite scheming.

Yes, the storyteller first wandered around the farmhouse to tell tourists about the history of Boyang Lake.

After the tourists were attracted by the gold, silver and jewelry, the storyteller used the ghost legend to pour cold water on the tourists.

Doing so can undoubtedly sound the alarm bell for tourists and play a strong deterrent effect.

If there is still someone who daydreams of getting rich overnight, then he will pretend to be a water ghost and sneak into the bottom of the lake to kill people.

But after all, people cannot be resurrected after death, and this kind of extreme approach is harmful to others and oneself after all!

"What happened to your brother?" Liu Sheng frowned, and his pink fist was already clenched.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Did you kill him?"

"I don't know ......" the storyteller coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his breath became more and more sluggish.

Seeing that Liu Sheng Feixu was a little impulsive, Feng Chen hurriedly patted her shoulder and said solemnly:

"A man's words are good when he is dying, your brother...... Maybe it really has nothing to do with him, let's look elsewhere. ”

"Even if you find someone, don't try to get out of here alive. The storyteller suddenly reminded.

Feng Chen was stunned when he heard this: "What do you mean? It seems that this is not the first time you have come to this place." ”

"Yes!" said the storyteller with a bitter smile on his face:

"Three years ago, I originally wanted to commit suicide in the waters of the Old Man Temple, but I accidentally came to this ghost place. ”

"Then how did you get out?" asked Yanagi Fei, frowning.

The storyteller's chest rose and fell violently, and blood continued to flow, and he looked up and said:

"Didn't you find the hanging chain in the big hole at the bottom of the lake?"

"Chains?" Feng Chen and Liu Sheng suddenly realized.

The storyteller coughed up a mouthful of blood and smirked:

"It's a pity, that chain has already been broken, and you can't get out, so you can only wait here for death. ”

"I thought it was just this. Feng Chen breathed a sigh of relief, he was really hehe.

Even if the chain was intact, he didn't plan to use it, because he had already thought of a way out.

"You're dying, and you're still laughing. "Mr. Storyteller looked at Feng Chen like a madman.

"Really?" Feng Chen leaned in front of the storyteller and said strangely, "There is a sentence M~MP that I don't know whether to say or not." ”

Hearing the secret phrase "M~MP", Mr. Storyteller looked at Feng Chen with a puzzled expression, not knowing what to do at all.

But Liu Sheng Feixu on the side was stunned for a moment, poked Feng Chen's back with his finger, and exclaimed:

"What do you mean by M~MP in Huaxia Kingdom, can you explain it to me?"

"I don't understand, do you?" Feng Chen smiled at Liu Shengfei, "What do you mean by the AV of Dongying Kingdom?"

"You ......" Yanagi Feixu's originally haggard face turned red at the moment, turned his back, and stopped talking.

The other party is a little too ashamed to ask this question, why don't you continue to ask if there are seeds and resources?

"The warehouse is empty, the well is empty, the house is rotten, the vine is rotten, and the vine is rotten. ”

Feng Chen lewd a good poem, immediately looked at the storyteller who collapsed on the ground, and explained with a wicked smile:

"Actually, I want to tell you that M~MP is the person who secretly helped you out the siege the night before yesterday...... It's me. ”

"Is that you?" the storyteller was startled, as if he had been struck by lightning, and his bleeding body trembled violently.

Thinking back to the scene of the previous underwater fight with Feng Chen, he was completely sure that what Feng Chen said was true.

The other party rescues the siege for himself, but he wants to kill the other party, isn't this a brute behavior of revenge?

The storyteller was ashamed, and tilted his head back, like a frosted eggplant, unable to get up again.

He knew that today's fate was completely deserved, and after death, it could be regarded as complete liberation.

Feng Chen sighed, stopped paying attention to the storyteller, and returned to the center of the Dingshui Turbine with the Yanagi Flying Floc.

He believed that the power of the Dingshui Turbine came from the fragments of the Divine Stone, and now it was time to investigate.