We waited at the beach all night, and early the next morning, several small wooden boats arrived here.
Everyone immediately got on the boat and set off back.
Less than half an hour after Xiao Feng and others left, a wooden boat arrived at Hell Island.
Two middle-aged men got off the wooden boat, one with a mustache and the other with a big head.
The two of them were wearing cloth clothes and shoes, holding Taoist weapons in their hands, and carrying wooden swords on their backs. At first glance, they were charlatan warlocks.
The two of them were talking and laughing along the way, but when they reached the foot of the mountain, they were completely dumbfounded.
Corpses were strewn across the fields, rivers of blood flowed, and the scene was too horrific to behold.
"What happened?"
The bearded man was startled and hurried over to check.
The two of them searched around and saw the two corpses on the ground, which were the tall and thin man and the short and fat man from before.
The big head squatted down and took a look, frowning.
"The two of them were killed by swords. It seems they met a martial arts master."
"Martial arts master?"
Balihu narrowed his eyes: "You bastard, who is so bold as to kill someone from my Immortal Sect?"
"Can't you just ask and find out?"
The big head immediately took out two yellow talismans and attached them to the two corpses respectively.
I saw him talking plausibly and starting to do it.
"Yin Yang Taoism, the soul returns to its place, rise!"
Suddenly, a gust of evil wind blew, and the foot of the mountain became dark.
Half a minute later, the tall and thin body suddenly opened its eyes.
It's just that his eyes turned white and looked extremely strange.
Balihu asked hurriedly: "What's going on? Who killed you?"
The tall and thin man had dull eyes and a hoarse voice.
"Two masters, a group of people suddenly landed on the island, broke into the forbidden area, and killed the centuries-old blood corpses."
"They are all members of the Northern Martial Arts League. One is Du Zhengqun, the president of the Baishan Martial Arts Association."
"There was also a hall master named Xiao Feng who killed two of my brothers."
"Du Zhengqun? He is so courageous."
"What's the other one's name?"
The two of them didn't hear clearly.
"His name...is...Xiao Feng..."
The tall and thin man looked extremely painful. After struggling for a moment, he finally uttered these two words.
I saw that his white eyes turned black again in an instant, becoming like a dead person.
"Tell me clearly, what is the wind called?"
Balihu shook him vigorously, but there was no reaction at all.
"Damn it, please let him talk again?"
The big head was speechless: "Do you think I'm a god? This is a forbidden soul-calling technique. I can only use it this time. If I use it again, my life will not be saved."
Balihu had a gloomy face: "The martial arts world and our magic world have always been in harmony with each other, but I didn't expect them to dare to do it secretly."
The big head narrowed his eyes: "Du Zhengqun of Baishan Martial Arts Association, please remember this name first."
"If you find him, you will naturally find the person named Xiaofeng."
Since the two of them didn't hear clearly, they turned Xiao Feng into Xiao Feng. Anyway, they knew he was from the Martial Alliance.
The two immediately left Hell Island, returned to the Dingxian Sect, and reported the matter to the leader.
…
Xiao Feng spent the night on a fishing boat and returned to Jinmen early the next morning.
From departure to return, six days and five nights passed.
Xiao Feng returned to the villa immediately, planning to take a good rest for a day and recuperate his energy.
"I'm back!"
Opening the door and entering the house, Xiao Feng called out, but no one answered.
"Xiaobing, Xueru, I'm back."
He shouted again, but still no one answered.
"Huh? Strange, where have you been this early in the morning?"
Normally, Tang Xueru would be making breakfast.
Bing Ling and Mad Dog will clean up the house, but today is strange, there is no one in the whole villa.
Xiao Feng looked lazy, lay down on the sofa, and fell asleep.
He didn't know how long it took, but the ringing of his cell phone woke him up. He picked it up and saw that it was Tang Xueru calling.
"Brother Feng, are you back?"
"Yeah! You came back this morning, where did you go?"
"The three of us got into trouble on Antique Street. Can you come over?"
Tang Xueru looked very anxious.
"Trouble? What's wrong?"
Xiao Feng asked.
"Oh, Brother Feng, come on, they are too bullying."
"So serious? I'll be there soon."
When Xiao Feng heard this, he didn't dare to delay, put on his coat and set off quickly.
Antique Street is a relatively prosperous area north of the city center, with a daily passenger flow of hundreds of thousands.
In about half an hour, Xiao Feng arrived by taxi.
"Brother Feng, you are finally here."
Tang Xueru was waiting for him at the intersection and ran over quickly.
Xiao Feng smiled and asked: "What's wrong? Who dares to bully you?"
"Someone is blackmailing us, saying that if we don't lose money, we will sell Xiaobing to a sauna."
Tang Xueru said angrily.
Xiao Feng was stunned: "Ah? Is there still this matter? Let's talk about it."
As the two walked, Tang Xueru told the story.
The Martial Arts Conference was on holiday these days, and there was nothing going on, so the three of them got up early to go shopping.
Bing Ling knew that Xiao Feng liked antiques, so she wanted to add a few small things to the villa.
The three of them came to this antique street. It was a very happy thing, and they also fell in love with a famous painting from the Qing Dynasty.
After some haggling, Bing Ling felt it was still too expensive and didn’t want to buy it.
The three of them planned to leave, but suddenly the display cabinet next to them collapsed, and all the antiques inside were shattered.
This time the clerk stopped working. It was because they broke it and made them pay for it.
How could Bing Ling bear such anger? If Tang Xueru hadn't stopped her, someone would have been killed.
"Brother Feng, we really didn't break that display cabinet."
Tang Xueru explained.
Xiao Feng nodded: "I believe you, if there is something going on here, go and take a look first."
Soon, Xiao Feng followed her and came to an antique shop called 'Chunbao Pavilion'.
There were many people watching the fun outside, so the two of them pushed through the crowd and squeezed in.
I saw Bing Ling and Mad Dog surrounded by a group of people, and there was a piece of broken antique on the ground.
One of them, a fat old man with a slovenly beard and a pipe in his hand, was gesticulating there.
"You stinky girl, if you break something, you have to pay for it."
"I'm telling you, you can't leave without getting money."
Bing Ling had a cold face: "I'll say it again, I didn't break the things. Don't do this with me."
"Hey! You stinky girl, you have a tough mouth, right?"
The fat man glared: "I'm telling you, if you don't get paid today, I will sell it to you in the sauna to pick up guests."
"Would you like to try it?"
"Xiaobing!"
Just when Bing Ling couldn't help but take action, Xiao Feng walked over with a smile.
"Brother Feng? Are you back?"
A smile appeared on Bing Ling's face. Just as she was about to explain, she was interrupted by Xiao Feng.
"No need to say anything, leave it to me."
Xiao Feng turned around and asked with a smile: "Sir, how much do you want?"
"Huh? Are you here to give me money? I guess you are wise."
The fat man looked arrogant: "Boy, these smashed antiques are from the official kilns of the Ming and Qing dynasties, and they are priceless."
"Looking at how young you are, I don't want to embarrass you."
"Let's do this, I'll suffer a little loss and I'll be compensated 10 million yuan."