It has been almost half a year since the book was published, and the second book has not been released for a long time. One is because of some trivial matters, and the other is that the new book needs to be prepared.

Yin Yue has extremely passion and desire for creation. "The Ring of Reincarnation" has been brilliant and trough, but it has become a past tense. The new book "Why is the Right Way" has a more compact plot and a more rigorous foreshadowing based on reincarnation, which will definitely bring you a better reading feeling.

Without further ado, "What is the Right Way" has officially begun.

The mountains and steep suns are hanging high, and the dense trees are green at a glance, which is very beautiful, but this beauty is also deterrent, because there are only birds passing by and beasts deep in the jungle that confirm the existence of life.

"Wow..." The water flowed rapidly.

A river that cannot be seen from the source is like a winding young dragon lying across the mountains. Half-meter-long dead branches fell to the water surface. In the blink of an eye, it was washed away without a trace, as if it was swallowed by a flood beast.

"ah......."

A strenuous roar broke the original monotonous melody of the mountains and frightened the nearby birds.

Looking along the sound, a young man was desperately rushing upstream, his wet hair covering almost all his face, but there was no trace of giving up in his blood-red eyes. Not only did he not give up, but he also had a hideous feeling of not accepting his fate.

The boy slid his hands and feet desperately, splashing water layers. Unfortunately, the splash was taken away by the torrent in an instant, and he could not stop him from slowly drifting back with the strength of his breasts. The waterfall behind him was getting closer, as if something in the river was pulling the boy to the cliff of death bit by bit.

Knowing that it could not resist this torrent, the boy adjusted his direction, squeezed out his last bit of strength, and tried to swim towards the shore, because there were many thick branches hanging from the river.

Finally, less than ten meters away from the cliff, the boy hugged a tree pole that penetrated deep into the river.

Her hands were tightly clasped on the life-saving straw, and her body was washed horizontally by the torrent. The boy's heart, which was beating wildly on the verge of life and death, finally calmed down a little.

After a few breaths, the boy did not dare to stay and pulled himself hard with both hands to try to pull himself to the shore.

"Click!"

The crisp crackling sound seemed like a bolt from the blue. The boy looked up in fear and saw the branches as thick as thighs breaking little by little, and after a moment, it completely broke in his infinitely enlarged pupils.

The broken wood was instantly washed off the cliff, and the boy was washed down with it...

"ah......."

The scream of fear broke the tranquility of the night. The moonlight passed through the crack of the window, and a 17 or 18-year-old boy suddenly sat up from the bed.

The boy's eyes were dull, his chest was fluctuating violently, and cold sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped on his chin.

At this time, the room next door lit up, and the light was getting closer and closer to the crack of the door. When the door was gently pushed open, an old man in his fifties walked in.

"Wu Feng!" The old man lit up the kerosene lamp in the room and blew out his own. While lifting his coat that was about to be washed into white on his shoulders, he quickly walked to the edge of the bed. When his old eyes drooped, he saw the terrified boy, his worry was even stronger.

Wu Feng looked slightly sideways and saw that the person coming was an old man, the fright on his face was slightly relieved.

"Uncle Zhang Long!" Wu Feng took a deep breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and raised a smile on his lips.

Sitting at the head of the bed, Zhang Long reached out and stroked Wu Feng's head, trying to calm him down. Although the skin on the back of his hand could not withstand the erosion of time, if you look closely, you will find that it was a hand full of strength, because the joints of the five fingers were covered with frictional cocoon skin.

"Have you had a nightmare again?" Zhang Long asked with concern.

As the captain of the hunting team and the oldest captain of the Li family, Zhang Long is serious in his daily life. Even if he meets the venerables in the family, he is neither humble nor arrogant. Perhaps only Wu Feng can arouse this tough guy's tenderness.

Nodding, Wu Feng smiled helplessly. In this small town on the border, in this Li family, Zhang Long was his only relative, and Zhang Long picked him up from the wilderness. As for where he came from and what he experienced, Wu Feng's memory was blank, and the only information that his mind could provide was the nightmare that repeated over and over again.

"Dreams are born from the heart, don't think too much, everything has its fate." Looking at the handsome face reflected by the kerosene lamp, Zhang Long nodded helplessly. He couldn't understand why Wu Feng often had nightmares.

My heartbeat calmed a lot, and Wu Feng nodded with a smile, "Don't worry, Uncle Zhang Long, I'm fine!"

"Well, just rest if you have nothing to do. Tomorrow is the day to receive the hunting mission. In the morning, you will take those guys to practice, and I will take the mission." Zhang Long stood up and saw Wu Feng's pale face gradually recovering from blood. His frowning brows then stretched out. It has been more than three years since he rescued Wu Feng back. The latter did not disappoint him and has become the deputy captain of this hunting team.

Wu Feng nodded, until Zhang Long's slightly bent back disappeared from the door, and the slightly raised corner of his mouth turned back to a serious look.

A gust of evening wind squeezed through the crack in the window, and the weak kerosene lamp jumped back and forth.

Dreams are not something strange, everyone will dream, but Wu Feng has nightmares, and the worst thing is the same nightmares.

Wu Feng walked out of bed and sat at the table. His two dark pupils reflected the fire core and fell into deep thought.

"This month is already the sixth time!" After a moment, Wu Feng said solemnly, picked up the water cup and drank it all. His thirsty throat was drought for a long time, which made the pressure in his heart slightly relieved.

The stiff body suddenly moved, and Wu Feng rushed to the head of the bed and took out an iron tool from under the pillow. The reason why it was called an iron tool was not easy to classify it. It was rusty, as big as a dagger, but it looked like a knife. Although it looked like a knife, it did not have a sharp blade, so it was difficult to cut watermelon.

Sitting back to the table quickly, Wu Feng carefully observed the iron tool under the kerosene lamp. Of course, this is not the first time.

After a long time, a slight bitter smile evoked from the corner of his mouth. Wu Feng threw the iron weapon on the table and shook his head to laugh at himself, "The first repeated dream made me find you. Now this second dream requires me to seek death?"

I knew nothing in my past and present, and Wu Feng's memory seemed to start only when Zhang Long rescued him. A year ago, Wu Feng often dreamed of a dark cave. At first, he was a little confused and curious. Until he really discovered the cave during a hunting trip. This iron tool was found there. At first he thought it was God who guided him to find the treasure, but after several research, it was a pile of scrap iron.

After that, Wu Feng knew that his dream was a little strange, as if he could guide him in the dark. Although Wu Feng was a little disappointed with the first dream, he had no worries about his life. Now, a year later, the second dream appeared, but he asked him to seek death. This...

"Damn, whoever loves to go?" Wu Feng glared at the "innocent" iron weapon, and he couldn't help but swear. Not to mention where the place in the dream is, even if he finds it, wouldn't he be seeking death?

No longer entangled in the dream, Wu Feng felt much more comfortable and turned around to sleep. However, after hesitating for a while, he put the iron tool on the table back under the pillow.

......

The dream did not appear again. The first ray of sunlight shone through the crack of the window on his handsome face. Wu Feng slowly opened his eyes and stretched comfortably. After three years, he had become accustomed to this rule.

After washing up, Wu Feng walked out of the room. He and Zhang Long lived in the same room, but the room was different. At this time, only the remaining warmth was left on Zhang Long's bed, and it was obvious that he had already gone to collect the hunting mission.

Pushing open the door, the fragrant air made Wu Feng take a few deep breaths. However, when he saw that the small mud yard in front of him was empty except for the fallen leaves and the guys who were practicing, his brows frowned slightly.

"This group of lazy guys!" Wu Feng cursed inwardly.

The Li family is the biggest rich man in He'an Town, mainly selling animal fur herbs. In addition to the family's leadership, the backbone is more than a dozen hunting teams, and the teams where Wu Feng and Zhang Long are located are one of them.

Although He'an Town is located in the border area, the world will not disappear due to these objective reasons. There are worlds where there are people. More than a dozen hunting teams are already familiar with the intrigues, and Wu Feng's team is far from the sunset. If the leadership had not taken into account the face of Zhang Long, the old man, he would have been forced to disband or be annexed by other teams. In addition to Zhang Long's old age, the reason for the decline was that the team members could not be supported by the mud.

The sound of other hunting teams practicing had already sounded in his ears. Wu Feng walked to the center of the yard and looked at the closed doors, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he was not angry.

"Get out within ten breaths!"

The breeze blew and swung his clothes. Although it was a little worn, it was very clean. Wu Feng stood in the middle of the yard, and his innate aura was quite powerful. Before the rebuke of the iron-lost iron was completely gone, more than a dozen figures rushed out of their respective rooms in disheveled clothes.

The two people running in the front were one tall and one short. The tall one was Li Da, and the short one was buttoned up with his shirt while running, and the short one was He Kui. Because his pants were not yet worn neatly, they were half a step slower than Li Da. These two were considered the backbone of the hunting team.

"Deputy Captain, my brothers got drunk last night and got up a little late!" Finally tidied up their clothes, Li Da smiled at Wu Feng with a serious face.

Wu Feng didn't pay attention to it, and turned around and walked towards a dirt platform in the center of the yard. It was only half a meter high, but it was a symbol of identity. Zhang Long stood on it during his daily practice.

"Each person pushes the five hundred jin stone pier one hundred times." Wu Feng pointed at the base of the wall, where there were five or six large stones covered with moss. Because they were too heavy, the bottom was already trapped in the mud ground.

This is a bitter cry. Judging from the location of the stone piers and the moss on the surface, these guys are rarely used. In addition, they are hungover, and their legs are still weak until now. Not to mention a hundred times, they can't lift them up even ten times.

"Deputy Captain, where is Captain Zhang Long?" He Kui was not only short but also fat, but his small eyes were particularly clever. They were all old team members who had been living and dying with Zhang Long. They wanted to seek shelter at this time, but then they changed their subjects and said, "Oh, look at my memory. Today is the day to receive the mission. Where else can Captain Zhang Long go! Deputy Captain, should we keep our energy and accumulate strength?"

"That's right, I heard that this mission is extraordinary. The young master will soon perform an adult ceremony. He needs the spiritual deer blood to activate his soul power. At that time, even the blood leader of Luofeng City will send people to come. Once the young master successfully activates his soul power, he will be recruited into the blood leader on the spot. Hey..." Li Da took over the topic and talked endlessly. He looked even excited. It's a pity that a basin of cold water fell from the sky.

"What do you mean is that one person can achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven? Is it related to you to activate the soul power? Whether he joins the Blood Master has something related to you? Five hundred jin of stone pier, come first!" Wu Feng said angrily.

Soul power is the only admiration in this continent. Once the soul power is activated, you can become a soul master. The level of the soul master is the soul master and the soul king, the soul emperor, and each level is divided into five small levels.

Although soul power is the pursuit of everyone throughout their lives, not everyone is qualified to be a soul maker. In a barbaric land like He'anzhen, a soul maker is an invincible existence. A person like Zhang Long is just a martial artist. Of course, Wu Feng is also among them.

Li Da glanced at his mouth, knowing that Wu Feng was more serious, it seemed that today's flesh and blood was inevitable. He sighed and walked slowly towards the stone pier.
Chapter completed!