When the footsteps of Feng Xi were far away, the old man opened his eyes, looked at the white bread that still had residual warmth in his arms, and ate it directly and walked out.

Anyway, he's lost everything, and everyone is the same.

Crunch –

"What do you want me to ask?"

Feng Xi looked at this man, except for being human, the rest of the place was simply a beast.

"Do you know Keze?"

This sentence made the white-haired old man shrink in pain, but it was not over, Feng Xi continued:

"Or maybe it's Sli."

"Who the hell are you!"

At this moment, the white-haired tattered old man was not calm, and hysterically covered his head and shouted loudly.

And this voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of some passers-by.

"This is not the place to talk, if you want to know about the massacre, come with me."

Seeing Feng Xi leave without hesitation, the white-haired old man followed directly.

Having said that, he had nothing to lose for a long time, and in that massacre, there was nothing left.

Coming to a relatively remote place, the white-haired old man stared at Feng Xi tightly, breathing rapidly.

"How do you know these two, who you are, and look at you, you can't possibly know."

He was confident that he hadn't told anyone by name, and that it had been 16 years!

"You don't need to know who I am, just understand that I grew up watching Keze and Sli, and that wolf named Dawei."

This sentence was like a depth charge, buzzing the white-haired old man's brain.

"You're, you're, Anemo?"

As he spoke, he knelt down and kept muttering:

"It's true, it's true, Keze didn't lie, there really is a god of wind."

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he knelt down to the feet of the wind god, grabbed his trouser leg and cried:

"Lord Anemo, please help those who have died, please."

"How did you know about the god of wind, and this wood carving, do you know?"

Showing a carved wooden carving of a beautiful face to the white-haired old man, his expression changed for a moment, followed by a deep sigh.

"It's Li, I remember her, that winter, after she gave birth to Sili, just... Alas. ”

"How much do you know about the god of wind?"

"Lord Anemo, we only learned of your existence from the mouth of Keze, and we know that you are an omnipresent and omniscient god."

These unnutritious praises, Feng Xi has heard too much, and he has long been immune, and his expression remains unchanged and says:

"How did you survive?"

When asked about the bloody world that day, the white-haired old man couldn't stop trembling.

16 young, his family was about to go to bed, suddenly there was a rapid neighing of horses, and he who had been hunting for many years instantly judged that someone was coming.

He took out his weapon and just wanted to fight back, but as soon as he went out, he was cut down with a knife, and then he fainted.

"I don't know how I survived, but when I woke up, there were already a lot of wolves eating people."

For this explanation, Feng Xi decided to judge it himself, and after squatting down, he took the pulse of the white-haired old man.

Half a minute later.

Feng Xi withdrew his hand and looked at the white-haired old man with surprise in his eyes.

The man's heart was on the right side.

No wonder it survived.

"I know who killed you, I will investigate this matter, you can live well, let the past things go away with the wind."

"Thank you, all-knowing Anemo.

For a person who has a blind worship of him, Feng Xi will not waste his tongue correcting whether there is a god in this world.

After learning some of the details, I knew that only 16 years had passed.

This will be easy, the earl, probably still experimenting.

Because of the news of the werewolf, in the last year, he can still see it.

"There are too many wolves, but they can't be managed, it's really a talent."

It has already become a wolf forest long before the Sissy Forest!

There are only wolves, and no other creatures exist.

Back to the Earl of Marlobeque, see that the two of them have finally woken up.

It's just that he still looks sleepy-eyed, which makes Feng Xi frown slightly.

"Count of Marlobeque, I went out to investigate, and there is no Birdbill Doctor in this territory."

To put it simply, this place is too dilapidated, the bird's beak doctor can't look at it, there is no place to ask for a place, there are no people, and the management is chaotic.

There are so many nameless cities nearby, it's a paradise for the chaotic.

It is very inconvenient to travel, and it is impossible to attract Dr. Birdbeak to conduct experiments here.

The Count of Marlobec was glad to hear that there was no Doctor with a beak.

As for whether the territory is dilapidated or not, it doesn't matter, now that the impostor is dead, things are much simpler.

After that, he only needs to develop slowly, and from time to time he asks for advice from the wind, and I believe that before long, his Earldom of Marlobec will definitely take on a new look.

However, the Earl of Marlobeque's natural dreams could not win over the wind. For him, everything is very dull now.

"Crowe, you sober up first, tomorrow we will leave."

"I see, Lord Fengxi."

"Duke Fengxi, why did you go so fast, continue to drink tomorrow."

"Count Marlobeque, you'd better deal with the territory first."

Feng Xi, who was just about to leave, said coldly:

"I've just been to that museum on your territory, and it's not bad."

As soon as these words came out, the Count of Malobic instantly sobered up.

"I forgot this place, come on, come with me and go out and burn down that museum!"

"Yes."

The high-spirited Earl of Malobic set off with the knights.

With a wave of his big hand, everything that carried hundreds of years, including free people, was burned.

"Hahaha, it's good."

On the side, the caretaker was trembling.

He did not understand why, as soon as the duke left, the Count of Malobic.

He also burned this, and he burned it, but he was unemployed!

In order not to eat dirt for the next few days, the caretaker boldly came to the Count of Marlobeque and asked:

"Lord Count of Marlobeque, I'm the caretaker of the museum, and now that this one has been burned, shouldn't I leave?"

"Yes, it's all burned, what are you doing here, go home quickly."

"But, but, Lord Earl, I have no home or job, and I am a foot merchant."

"Merchant?"

The Earl of Malobic glanced at the caretaker, but he was tall and thin, looking like a merchant.

"Since you are a merchant, I will give you a task, and next, you will sell the goods of the Earldom of Marlobec to other territories."

"Lord Earl, isn't this a little difficult?"

"It's not hard, I trust you."

Hit by the sudden trust, the caretaker shouted with a stirring in his heart:

"I promise to complete the mission!"