"Okay, OK, don't be excited for now." Lin Feng saw that the atmosphere between the fat man and the man in black suddenly became tense, so he quickly came out to persuade him.

Because Lin Feng could see that the man in black really didn't care about the threat to the fat man. If the fat man was impulsive and cut this guy, it would not only not make the man in black compromise, but would lose the clues he had finally encountered.

Lin Feng just suppressed the fat man's anger, and the man in black behind him said dyingly.

"I can tell you very clearly that death is a slight threat to me, do you believe it?"

The man in black sneered and continued, "I want to kill me, and I will accompany you at any time, without blinking."

"Hold!"

When the fat man who had just been held down by Lin Feng heard this, his heart was filled with a fire again, and he was about to fight and kick.

"Fatty! Calm down!"

Lin Feng tried hard on his hand, and then he firmly held the fat man's grace in place.

"Don't always die. Everyone says they want to kill you. We are negotiating terms, not torture confessions." Lin Feng held down the fat man and said to the man in black with a stinky face.

The man in black looked down on Lin Feng's words, and still closed his eyes and sneered.

Seeing him like this, Lin Feng suddenly felt a sense in his heart, that this guy was really not afraid of death at all. Even if Lin Feng stabbed him into the stomach, this guy probably wouldn't have frowned.

"There is nothing to discuss in terms of conditions, but that's the other one, just bring Lin Zhaozhi. Otherwise, everything will be free, and it will be useless if you keep trapping me here."

The man in black said coldly.

Lin Feng was worried now. He could see that the man in black was not a joke, and he definitely did what he said. However, although Lin Zhaozhi was the nominal man in Lin Feng, even if Lin Feng searched all the memories in his mind, there was no information about Lin Zhaozhi.

Since this body was born, I have never seen Lin Zhaozhi.

Moreover, it is said that Lin Zhaozhi was also hit by this curse. If the man in black was Lin Zhaozhi's friend, he knew that there was no reason to lift the curse and would not help Lin Zhaozhi lift it.

From this point of view, this guy must be Lin Zhaozhi's enemy.

In this way, Lin Feng will not be able to reveal his identity, otherwise he will only achieve worse results.

"What's the matter with Lin Zhaozhi? To be honest, I'm looking for him too, but there's no news yet."

Lin Feng tried to figure out the purpose of the man in black looking for Lin Zhaozhi.

However, what answered him was a cold face.

At this moment, the fat man, who was beaten by Lin Feng, suddenly took out a secret small drawer from the stone wall next to him.

"Huh!? This guy is actually still making secrets here!"

The fat man was slightly surprised and then pulled out the small drawer and took out a small wooden box from it.

As he said that, the fat man opened the box and sent it to his eyes to take a look.

"hiss……"

Lin Feng heard the fat man scream in a low voice, and then there was a chilling sound.

Moreover, Lin Feng also saw that the fat man looked at the box with a very strange look, his face was confused, horrified and unbelievable, and he didn't know what he saw from it.

"Fatty? What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Seeing that the fat man was in a bad condition, Lin Feng asked.

But the fat man did not answer Lin Feng, but turned his gaze to the man in black who was still closed. It was not until he stared at the other person's face for a long time before he showed a complicated look and said, "I'm very curious now, who are you."

As soon as these words were said, Lin Feng's heart suddenly broke out.

Because he could hear that the fat man's tone was no longer the anger he had before, nor did he question it. There was only a complicated and unspeakable emotion.

This is not a normal fat man. This thought suddenly arose in Lin Feng's mind.

"What's wrong with Fatty? What's the content on that thing?"

Lin Feng knew that it was the box that changed the fat man's attitude, so he asked.

"I don't know what this damn thing is." The fat man shook his head, handed the box towards Lin Feng, and then said, "You'll understand if you look."

Lin Feng took the box in confusion and held it in his hand.

I saw that it was a wooden box with a very simple workmanship. In the wooden box, there was a white brocade silk that was a little bigger than a palm. However, due to the erosion of time, the brocade silk had begun to turn yellow and became a little fragile.

"This box and the things inside look like they are from the same era, and they both belong to the Qin Dynasty two thousand years ago." The fat man was stunned when he saw Lin Feng holding the wooden box.

"Two thousand years ago!? It's really old enough, but isn't the medicine cauldron over there from that era? It seems nothing strange, but this guy actually has so many good things, it's really awesome."

Lin Feng didn't understand why, but just exclaimed about the issue of the year that Fatty said.

"No, Lao Lin, this is not the point of the problem, the point is the thing in the box."

The fat man shook his head and added in time.

"What is this thing?"

When Lin Feng heard the fat man say this, he immediately turned his attention to the yellowed brocade in the box.

"You open it and you'll know."

The fat man took a deep breath and said to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng glanced at the fat man in surprise, then Shen slowly pulled away the neatly folded brocade silk that was as big as a palm.

When Lin Feng saw the things above clearly, his reaction was almost the same as that of the fat man. He instantly widened his eyes, and then unconsciously took a breath of cold air.

"This... what's the fuck?"

Lin Feng was shocked and his eyes turned back and forth between the fat man, the man in black and Jinbo several times.

It turned out that the content on the brocade was a portrait of a person, just like the portraits of emperors of the Qing Dynasty, which were painted by a person sitting upright on a chair.

Although the paint on it faded greatly, the painter who painted this painting should be a master at the time. He had a lot of skills in lines other than coloring. Although the color was already very dim, Lin Feng could still see the face of the person on the painting between those lines.

However, after Lin Feng saw the man's face clearly, he felt very familiar with him first, and then his scalp was numb.

Because the person in the painting is nothing but someone else, the man in black who is tied to death by them!

What the hell is going on!?

Lin Feng's first reaction was that he had read it wrong, so he quickly asked the fat man to shine the flashlight to make up some light, and then looked at the painting.

But what is terrible is that the more carefully Lin Feng looked at it, the more he felt that the person in the painting was undoubtedly a man in black!

Because some subtle features on both faces are almost exactly the same!

Damn it!
Chapter completed!