It was motionless like a pillar. Wu Feng looked at the scroll on the wall, and the unpredictable dream appeared in the sea. When the two pictures gradually overlapped, shock completely occupied his face.

What was shocked was that Chen Cong accidentally found the true place of the dream; what was shocked was that Wu Feng was one step closer to the ending of seeking death.

Regardless of whether it is a blessing or a disaster, when Wu Feng comes to his senses, his first reaction is to remember the scroll on the wall without missing a trace, because there are not only dreams on the scroll, but also scenes around the river of death.

Wu Feng looked carefully from top to bottom, and refused to miss a piece of grass or tree. He looked at the half-meter-long scroll for half an hour. When his eyes finally fell on the small vertical characters in the lower right corner, his lips opened slightly.

"There is Longyuan to the southeast."

"Swallowing clouds and spitting mist like ascending to heaven,"

"The natural barriers cannot be blocked,"

"I only sigh that this life is shallow."

Wu Feng carefully pondered the meaning between the lines. Chen Cong should have come there unintentionally while traveling in his spare time. The so-called dragon should be a winding river, because the water vapor is lingering and at the bottom of the abyss, the footprints cannot be reached at all.

"Southeast..." Wu Feng frowned slightly and said to himself, "The black market is in the northwest corner of the jungle. Isn't the southeast the direction deep in the jungle!"

After searching for something without any effort, Wu Feng's mouth raised a familiar curve, 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?

Over the past three years, Wu Feng has already figured out the paths and dark paths outside the jungle and even the second surrounding area. There is only one reason why he did not discover the true nature of the dream, that is, the latter is in a deeper place.

"Fewed beasts are rampant in the depths of the jungle, and no one dares to get involved. How did Brother Chen find out there?!"

A stone caused a thousand waves, and a series of doubts emerged in Wu Feng's mind, and he was immediately overwhelmed.

"Damn it, why do I think so much? Could it be that I really want to die?!"

Wu Feng, who had been fully focused for nearly an hour, finally moved. A cold snorted disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth and turned to the inner room. He lie comfortably on the bed with his arms crossed his head. However, that night, his sword eyebrows were never stretched.

......

As soon as the sun shone out the first ray of light from the east, Wu Feng jumped out of bed. Tomorrow is the day to set off for hunting, and today we must bring our equipment and medicines back.

After washing up, Wu Feng was about to walk out of the room. However, as soon as he held the door handle with both hands, a rapid pace came into his ears with hostile anger.

The old saying of Ye Changmengduo seems to have its own truth. Wu Feng's heart sank and tried to guess where the disaster came from, but time does not allow it at all.

The door was kicked open, and more than a dozen bandits entered in a row, each with fierce looks on their faces. The person in charge was the man who was frustrated last night. In addition to being fierce, there was also a sense of revenge in his eyes, but the bruises on his face were still so obvious.

"Come on, tie this little turtle."

With a wave of the big knife, the scar man shouted a command. Several bandits immediately walked towards Wu Feng, who was still confused, with a hemp rope as thick as a wrist.

"Don't worry, I won't run away. You can't stop me if I really want to run away. Get out of here!"

After tidying up his clothes, Wu Feng sold the threshold in one step and passed by the scar man, a cold afterglow shot out, and the latter suddenly shuddered.

......

The black market square was overcrowded, surrounding the central site.

In the central venue, Huang Mang, covered with dark clouds, sat on the Grand Master's chair. In addition to Chen Cong, there were three people on the left and right. I think they were other leaders in the black market, and their faces were also extremely ugly.

"Take people here!"

As the loud shouts rang out, the crowd consciously gave way, and when Wu Feng came over, they all looked at each other.

The atmosphere of this scene was clearly different from last night, but Wu Feng didn't care at all. With hundreds of pairs of eyes glaring, he walked calmly to the center of the venue step by step, without doing bad things or being afraid of ghosts calling. He had nothing to be guilty of.

"Boy has met the boss!"

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

Huang Mang rebelled against his attitude last night and did not agree. He spoke coldly after a while.

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

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

"When did you arrive at the black market?"

"It's late at night when it's ugly, and it's just past the middle." Looking straight at Huang Mang, Wu Feng continued to reply.

Huang Mang stood up and walked two steps, his tone getting colder.

"It takes half a day to get from He'an Town to the black market at the fastest, and you have to pass through a messy grave. You said yes, right?"

From being kicked at the door to being glared at by everyone now, Wu Feng has never known the so-called. It was not until Huang Mang said this that he had some clues in his heart.

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

"Haha, it seems that I didn't wrong you." Huang Mang snorted coldly, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes. If Wu Feng hadn't left him a good impression last night, I'm afraid that this short question would have been spared.

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

"From the degree of stiffness of the corpses, the time they were killed was also the time when you passed by the chasing graves. Looking at the face of our fifth brother, I will give you a chance to explain now." Huang Mang sat back on the Grand Master's chair, and a faint soul power began to fluctuate on his clenched fists.

Ignoring the oppression of the soul, Wu Feng smiled slightly and said calmly: "Last night, I did go through the graves and heard the sound of fighting, but when I arrived in the sound, these people had no breath."

Without telling the truth, Wu Feng was worried about being charged with not saving his life.

"Haha, are you saying that our second brother didn't hold on for a few breaths? There is no such a strong man here in An Town, right? Could it be that the people in Luofeng City are idle and run to the wilderness ridge to dig graves in the middle of the night?" Huang Mang sneered, the soul power fluctuations in the fist became stronger and stronger, and it was about to explode, "Boy, if you dare to act, I can still consider keeping your entire body. Now, your explanation disappoints me."

"What the boy said is not false. They were killed by hidden weapons. If you don't believe it, you can check the corpse. Do you have a fatal scar in the shape of a plum blossom?" Wu Feng did not dare to neglect it. It would be too late if Huang Mang took action.

"Brother, wait a moment, let me check." Before Huang Mang's reply, Chen Cong rushed out step by step. When the corpse's shirt was torn apart, his complexion suddenly changed because the hearts of the five corpses had plum blossom-shaped scars.

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

"Brother, do you still remember a fight back then?" Chen Cong said seriously.

The soul power scattered and the fist was loosened, but a scar on the back of the hand that had been healed was revealed. It was also the shape of a plum blossom when it was carefully observed.

"Of course I remember." Huang Mang replied in a deep voice when his narrowed eyes could not suppress the trembling cold air.

"Even you have been attacked by this hidden weapon, second brother and others..." Chen Cong thought for a moment and continued to say.

Chen Cong originally intended to help Wu Feng, but unfortunately he was kind enough to do the wrong thing. Huang Mang nodded secretly, but the next second suddenly activated it, turning his palm into claws, and locked directly towards Wu Feng's throat.
Chapter completed!