"We've finally dealt with this wave of people, let's get out of here quickly. Seeing this, the Dementor Bell, who had been paying attention to Feng Yutian's movements in the third space, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then called out urgently.

"There's no hurry. Compared to the roaring soul bell, Feng Yutian was not panicked at all.

I saw her pat the corner of her tattered clothes, and then swept around, and her eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man who had already died.

The rippling light just now made her quite concerned.

Thinking of this, Feng Yutian raised his steps and slowly walked to the place where the body of the middle-aged man in the lead was.

"What are you going to do? Whip the corpse? This leading thief is hateful, but now that he is dead, we are in a hurry, so let's not waste any more time on him. The sound of the soul bell appeared in Feng Yutian's divine consciousness.

"Quiet. Feng Yutian opened his mouth lowly.

When the Dementor Bell heard this, he immediately shut his mouth.

It wants to see what Feng Yutian is going to do.

Feng Yutian glanced down at the surrounding of the leading middle-aged man.

Although the surroundings were messy, there were no traces of the formation.

However, the one just now was obviously the formation.

Moreover, that rippling light was also seen with her own eyes, and it must not be a fake.

She remembered that a second before the rippling light appeared, the middle-aged man in the lead had a ten-finger clenching movement.

Feng Yutian picked up a branch from the side that was not stained with blood and looked fairly clean, and then picked away the clenched hands of the middle-aged man in the lead little by little with the branch.

As Feng Yutian picked up the hands of the middle-aged man in the lead, a whistle with an extremely ordinary appearance appeared in front of Feng Yutian's eyes.

Feng Yutian used a branch to pick the whistle away from the palm of the middle-aged man in the lead, and in the next second, the whistle landed on a fallen leaf impartially.

Feng Yutian raised his hand, picked up the whistle from the fallen leaves, and looked at it carefully.

However, she looked at it for a long time, but she was never able to figure out how this whistle was different from ordinary whistles.

Just when she was puzzled, the excited voice of the Dementor Bell came from her consciousness: "Oh my God, isn't this a Wanli whistle." ”

"Wanli Whistle?" Feng Yutian said with a little suspicion, she seemed to have heard this name before.

"Yes, this 10,000-mile whistle, although it is not comparable to the top ten ancient artifacts, is also a rare treasure. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Feng Yutian asked with interest.

"This Wanli Whistle, as its name suggests, can transmit sound for thousands of miles, hence the name Wanli Whistle. The Dementor Bell explained.

Feng Yutian looked at the front of him and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable." ”

"That's, don't look at who I am, I'm an ancient artifact, the Dementor Bell!" said the Dementor Bell proudly. You're the only one who dares to call me that.