Chapter 1002 is hidden in the wilderness

Looking at the village that was almost like a secluded mountain forest, Ye Feng felt a lot of emotion in his heart, this kind of life was what he had looked forward to the most.

Xue'er is very familiar with this place, as if she once had a peaceful life in this village, looking at the villagers passing by the road, and will greet them eagerly.

These villagers are no strangers to Xue'er, and the kindness on their faces clearly regards her as their own relatives, Ye Feng raised his eyebrows lightly, and felt a little surprised.

"Actually, I grew up here, and my father hid me in the village to avoid exposing me to things that were too dark. ”

Xue'er Lianbu moved slightly, and when Ye Feng was still hesitating, she suddenly turned around, and looked at Ye Feng with a little smile in her moving eyes, which made this young man dressed as a beggar feel a little intriguing.

"Why is it hidden?"

Ye Feng frowned slightly, he didn't understand Xue'er's remarks, and what Xue'er said just now was a little more aggravated by the pronunciation of Tibetan characters.

"Because I am the doom of the family, that is, the so-called disaster star, have you ever heard this sentence, the snow girl is now, the bad luck is now, and the world will be in chaos!"

Either she had a little affection for Ye Feng, and Xue'er completely revealed her life experience, or she thought that the beggar in front of her would not have much understanding of these mysterious and mysterious things.

But after Ye Feng heard this, his heart set off a turbulent wave, but he forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart and responded to Xue'er with a flat attitude.

"Oh, I haven't heard of it, and besides, I'm a beggar, and these things don't matter to me. ”

Although Ye Feng's expression was indifferent, he was already full of surprise at Xue'er, Snow Girl, this is an extremely rare physique in the Maple Forest Continent and even the entire Star Domain.

Wherever the Snow Girl goes, the cold aura on her body will burst out, completely destroying the living beings around her, and achieving a real lifelessness, and with the growth of cultivation, the Snow Girl's physique will be transformed dramatically, and she will even be able to reach the realm of transcendence.

"No, since she is a snow girl, how can she not exude the slightest cold aura, is there some magic weapon that has a great inhibitory effect on her physique?"

Ye Feng frowned slightly, his pupils showed a little doubt, he believed Xue'er's words, but the various phenomena revealed by it were full of doubts, if Xue'er was really a snow girl, if it was discovered by others, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Ye Feng's breathing was a little short, but he still followed behind Xue'er and gradually disappeared into the village.

The village is not big, you can see the head at a glance, and the houses are closely arranged, as if deliberately narrowing the scope of the village, when following Xue'er into a certain house, Ye Feng suddenly direction, the back of the village is a low grass shed, in front of this grass shed, there is an old man with gloomy eyes sitting.

When Ye Feng saw the old man, his eyes lit slightly, because he clearly felt that the old man's body exuded a faint fluctuation of Yuan power.

This feeling reminded Ye Feng of the scene when he met the old shopkeeper of the Mohuitou Inn, and this old man gave Ye Feng an extremely strange feeling.

The old man held a strangely shaped wooden figure in his hand, and he kept babbling something, and the strange smile raised at the corner of his mouth made Ye Feng feel a little mysterious.

Ye Feng's gaze couldn't help but look in the direction of the old man, and even the steps about to enter the door stopped, he understood that this old man was not a layman, and it was even very likely that he was a senior elder who lived in seclusion here.

"Mourning...... ...... Death"

Ye Feng did not follow Xue'er's steps into the door, but paced in the direction of the old man a little out of control, until he was less than three feet away from the old man, and only then did he hear the indistinct words.

In the Heavenly Tribulation, Ye Feng had heard this word, and he had a strong interest in it, and the doubts in the depths of his mind gradually increased, and he even relied on the meaning of the years contained in the word to deduce some secrets about the Heavenly Tribulation!

Ye Feng couldn't express these secrets in words, and because he didn't have any evidence, he was still on the verge of wandering, but the moment he saw this old man, those vague concepts became clearer and clearer.

Or, thousands of years ago, there was an unknown history, which was the origin of the Heavenly Dao, and it was the key to the Heavenly Tribulation and the advent of the apostles, but all this became a passing cloud, and with the passage of time, it was deeply hidden in the years.

Ye Feng was eager to open these secrets, and even more wanted to know if the hidden heavenly machine was as good as he thought.

"...... Death"

The old man muttered in a low voice, with a hoarse voice, but also containing a feeling of being weathered, and when he felt Ye Feng's coming, he raised his head gently, and his gloomy eyes froze quietly.

"You're here...... Finally...... Are you coming......"

The old man sighed softly, and then lifted the wooden figure tremblingly, as if he wanted to give it to Ye Feng in front of him, but on the way to lift it, he slowly put it down.

"The years fade and the face is scattered, the charm is lost, the soul returns, the old man loses the eternal light, just to wait for the unreliable prophecy to gradually come true......"

The old man grinned, his expression was haggard, and the sideburns in his ears changed color in an instant, as if in an instant, he had gone through spring, summer, autumn and winter, experienced birth, old age, sickness and decay, and completely became a twilight old man.

"The old man's purpose has been achieved......"

Either he had experienced too much, or he had waited too long, and when the old man lifted the wooden figure again, the little vitality left passed quickly in a moment, and the skin gradually dried up and sank, and dissipated invisibly with a wisp of fresh wind coming from nowhere.

From beginning to end, Ye Feng didn't say a word, and he didn't expect this situation to happen, he just looked at the wooden figure in his hand, his expression was slightly sluggish.

Two words were written on the body of this wooden man with bright red blood, Ye Feng.

"What's the matter, why haven't you come in yet?"

As if sensing Ye Feng's abnormality, Xue'er walked out of the house slowly with light steps, she came to Ye Feng's side, and a crisp voice came out faintly.

"Who is this thatched hut inhabited?"

Ye Feng frowned, the experience just now was like a dream, making him unable to distinguish between truth and reality, and subconsciously asked, not caring about his identity at the moment.