Motionless like a pillar, Wu Feng's eyes were looking at the picture scroll on the wall, and the unpredictable dream that appeared in the sea, and when the two pictures gradually overlapped, the astonishment completely occupied his face.

Shockingly, Chen Cong found the true location of the dream by mistake, and to his surprise, Wu Feng was one step closer to finding death.

Regardless of whether it is a blessing or a curse for the time being, when Wu Feng comes back to his senses, his first reaction is to remember the picture scroll on the wall in his mind without missing a bit, because there are not only dreams on the picture scroll, but also scenes around the river of death.

Wu Feng carefully inspected from top to bottom, not a single grass or tree was missing, the half-meter-long painting scroll looked at it for half an hour, and when his eyes finally fell on a few small words in the lower right corner, his lips opened slightly.

"There is Longyuan in the southeast,"

"Swallowing clouds and spitting fog like ascending to the sky,"

"The moat is blocked and cannot be entered,"

"I only sigh that this life is shallow. ”

Wu Feng carefully pondered the meaning between the lines, Chen Cong should have come there unintentionally when he was traveling in his spare time, the so-called dragon should be a meandering river, because the water vapor is swirling and it is at the bottom of the abyss, the footprints cannot reach it at all.

"Southeast ......" Wu Feng frowned lightly and said to himself, "The black market is in the northwest corner of the jungle, so isn't the southeast the direction of the depths of the jungle!"

There is nowhere to find it when he steps through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it, the corners of Wu Feng's mouth raised a familiar arc, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a bitterness.

Not to mention the dangers of dreams, even if it is heaven, how easy is it to get there?

In the past three years, Wu Feng has already explored the dark path of the jungle and even the second encirclement, and there is only one reason why he has not discovered the true location of the dream, that is, the latter is in a deeper place.

"Fierce beasts are rampant in the depths of the jungle, no one dares to set foot in it, how did Brother Chen find out there?!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and a series of doubts surfaced in Wu Feng's mind, and he was suddenly anxious.

"Damn, why am I thinking so much, could it be that I really want to die?!"

Wu Feng, who had been engrossed for nearly an hour, finally moved, a disdainful snort came out of the corner of his mouth, and he turned around and walked to the back room, lying comfortably on the bed with his head in his arms, but this night, his sword eyebrows never stretched.

......

As soon as the sun shot its first rays from the east, Wu Feng jumped out of bed. Tomorrow is the day of the hunt, and today you must bring back your equipment and medicine.

Wu Feng was about to walk out of the room after hastily washing, but as soon as he grasped the doorknob with both hands, a rush of footsteps accompanied by a hostile angry shout came into his ears.

The old saying that the night is long and dreams are too much seems to have its truth, Wu Feng's heart sank, trying to guess where the disaster came from, but time simply did not allow it.

The door was kicked open, and more than a dozen bandits rushed in, all with fierce faces, and the leader was the scarred man who was boring last night, in addition to the fierceness, there was a sense of revenge in his eyes, but the bruises on his face were still so obvious.

"Someone, tie up this little king's eight lambs. ”

With a wave of the big knife, the scar man shouted orders, and several bandits immediately grabbed the wrist-thick hemp rope and walked towards Wu Feng, who was still dazed.

"Don't worry, the master won't escape, if you really want to escape, you can't stop it. Get out of the way!"

After tidying up his shirt slightly, Wu Feng crossed the threshold in one step, and when he passed by the man with the scar, an indifferent afterglow shot out, and the latter suddenly snorted.

......

The Black Market Square was overcrowded, enclosing the central venue.

In the central venue, Huang Mang, whose face was covered by dark clouds, sat on the Taishi chair, and there were three people on the left and right in addition to Chen Cong, who thought that they were other members of the black market, and their faces were also extremely ugly.

"People bring!"

As the shouts sounded, the crowd consciously gave way to a way, and when Wu Feng walked over, they all looked at each other angrily.

This battle and this atmosphere are very different from last night, but Wu Feng didn't care at all, with hundreds of pairs of eyes glaring, he calmly walked to the center of the venue step by step, not afraid of ghosts calling the door, he had nothing to be ashamed of.

"The kid has seen the big boss!"

Wu Feng bowed his waist and saluted, trying to get clues in the brief eye contact with Chen Cong, but failed to do so.

Huang Mang didn't agree for a long time against last night's attitude, and only spoke indifferently after a while.

"Wu Feng, when did you leave for the black market?"

"Yesterday, the sun had not yet set. Wu Feng replied without thinking.

"And when did you arrive at the black market?"

"When the night is ugly, the hour is just after the hour. Looking directly at Huang Mang, Wu Feng continued to reply.

Huang Mang got up and took two steps, his tone becoming colder and colder.

"From He'an Town to the black market, it takes half a day's foot at the earliest, and you have to pass through a mass grave, do you say yes or no?"

From being kicked in the door to now being glared at by everyone, Wu Feng never knew what to do, until Huang Mang said this, and he had some clues in his heart.

"That's right!" Wu Feng replied bluntly.

"Hehe, it seems that I have not wronged you. Huang Mang snorted coldly, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, if it weren't for the good impression that Wu Feng left him last night, I am afraid that this brief questioning would be omitted.

As Huang Mang raised his hand, five corpses were carried out, one of which was officially the second master of the black market.

"Judging from the stiffness of the corpses, the time when they were killed coincided with the time when you passed by the mass grave, looking at the face of our fifth child, I will give you a chance to explain now. Huang Mang sat back on the Taishi chair, and a faint soul power had begun to fluctuate on his clenched fist.

Ignoring the oppression of the soul people, Wu Feng smiled slightly, and said calmly: "I did walk from the mass grave last night, and I also heard the sound of fighting, but when I arrived along the sound, these people had long lost their breath. ”

did not tell the truth, Wu Feng was worried that he would be charged with death.

"Hehe, are you saying that our second brother didn't even hold up for a few breaths? In a radius of 100 kilometers in He'an Town, it seems that such a strong person doesn't seem to have it? Could it be that the people of Luofeng City have nothing to do and go to the wilderness to dig graves in the middle of the night to play?" Huang Mang sneered, the soul power fluctuation on his fist became stronger and stronger, and he was about to explode, "Boy, if you dare to do it, I can still consider keeping your whole corpse, and now, your explanation disappoints me." ”

"What the kid said is not false, they were killed by a hidden weapon, I don't believe that you can check the corpse, whether there is a fatal wound in the shape of a plum blossom. Wu Feng didn't dare to slack off, in case Huang Mang made a move, it would be too late.

"Big brother, wait a minute, let me check. Without waiting for Huang Mang to reply, Chen Cong rushed out step by step, and when he tore off the back of the corpse's shirt, the color suddenly changed, because the heart of the five corpses had plum blossom-shaped scars.

Sensing Chen Cong's strange appearance, Huang Mang quickly came to the corpse, and the same expression soon appeared on his face.

"Big brother, do you remember a fight back then?" Chen Cong said solemnly.

The soul power dissipated, and the fist was released, but a scar on the back of the hand that had long healed was revealed, and it was also in the shape of a plum blossom when viewed closely.

"Of course I do. The narrowed eyes couldn't suppress the chilling air, and Huang Mang replied in a deep voice.

"This kind of hidden weapon has even been attacked by you, second brother, they ......" Looking at Huang Mang, whose face was extremely gloomy, Chen Cong thought for a moment and continued.

Chen Cong originally wanted to relieve Wu Feng, but unfortunately he did the wrong thing with good intentions. Huang Mang nodded secretly, but the next second he suddenly launched, turning his palm into a claw, and locked it directly at Wu Feng's throat.

"Boy, count the old and new hatreds together, go die!"