Lu Feng glanced at the old man walking towards him. He saw that the old man was slightly stooped. He was wearing coarse linen clothes and a windproof gauze. He had slightly messy white hair on his head and his forehead was full of wrinkles.
A state of vicissitudes accumulated over time.
The old man's eyes glanced at Lu Feng inadvertently.
Eyes facing each other.
Lu Feng felt that the old man's gaze was indescribably firm and sharp, like a dust-covered sword unsheathed, as if he wanted the whole world to see his cold light.
After Jinghong looked at each other, the old man's eyes quickly returned to Miao Qiuping.
Feeling Miao Qiuping's restrained and vigorous aura, the old man's sad face showed a hint of joyful joy.
As he stepped closer, every step the old man took seemed very heavy, giving people a sense of gratuitous depression.
"Uncle Fan," Miao Qiuping looked around behind the old man, "Where is my father?"
Uncle Fan approached and suddenly knelt down towards Miao Qiuping.
Kneel this time.
Miao Qiuping and Miao Qiuyun's expressions suddenly changed, and a strong uneasiness surged in their hearts.
Miao Qiuyun even choked up and said: "Uncle Fan, where is my father? You are talking."
"Master of the family, master of the family..." Uncle Fan clenched his fists, veins appeared on his wrinkled face, and said sadly: "Master of the family... is dead."
The heavy sound was like a giant hammer hitting Miao Qiuping and Miao Qiuyun in the heart.
Miao Qiuping instantly collapsed on the ground, feeling weak all over as despair spread.
Miao Qiuyun couldn't help but shed tears, her eyes filled with disbelief and unwillingness to accept.
Miao Qiuping punched the ground with grief and anger, gritted his teeth and asked sternly: "Father
How did you die! Who killed him!?"
Uncle Fan glanced at Xiao Shu's body that was thrown to one side, gritted his teeth and said three words: "Bitter dust sand!"
Miao Qiuyun was startled. Although she had been away from home for many years, she still knew this person from the letters. He was the Sha doctor who had been very popular in recent times, and he was also Xiao Shu's closest loser!
Miao Qiuping suddenly thought of something, and said in a trembling voice: "Is it the poisonous tarsal bone of the strange poison?"
"But Master Ye is not called..."
Uncle Fan sighed heavily: "Master Ye is the master who told me this, so don't blame him for deceiving you."
Miao Qiuping looked moved, "Is it because my father's poison was too deep? Master Ye couldn't save his father?"
Uncle Fan looked a little ashamed, shook his head and said, "The master's poison is not serious."
"Why is that?" Miao Qiuping looked a little colder.
"I am ashamed of myself, I am ashamed of myself," Uncle Fan knelt on the ground and blamed himself bitterly, clutching his heart guiltily, looking as if he was about to suffocate.
"Uncle Fan, don't be like this..." Miao Qiuyun couldn't bear to squat down, "You are my father's closest and dearest friend. We know that you will suffer more than anyone else when my father dies."
Uncle Fan's eyes instantly turned redder when he heard the word 'the dearest', and he was so painful that he almost couldn't breathe.
Tang Yuan packed away Xiao Shu's belongings and interjected: "Well... should we talk in another place?"
"It doesn't matter, I used the poisonous sand ban to force the group back. They won't be able to get back in a short time."
Uncle Fan responded, and then said to Miao Qiuping: "The master of the family should not have died. He gave up the chance to live."
"Although Master Ye has great skills, he still can't solve the strange tarsal bone drama."
To poison, the stems and leaves of the seven-star sand kite are also needed to be used as medicine. Such a rare medicinal material has only appeared once in hundreds of years."
Miao Qiuyun was startled: "I heard my father mention this. I found it when my grandfather was still alive, and it is hidden in my father's medicine storehouse."
Miao Qiuping realized something and said, "So... Master Ye just refined an antidote in the end, right?"
Uncle Fan nodded sadly and blamed himself: "This old slave didn't know about this at first.
Master Ye went to the head of the family first, and they whispered for a while, and jointly lied that they had a sufficient amount of antidote and had successfully cured the poison for the head of the family. The old slave just then..."
At the end of the sentence, I got stuck in my throat because of the discomfort and self-blame.
"Uncle Fan, I can't blame you," Miao Qiuping couldn't calm down for a long time, but he still said with relief: "Father has always valued friendship, and knowing that there is only one antidote, it is absolutely impossible for him to take it himself."
"Young Master..." Uncle Fan lowered his head in shame.
Miao Qiuping said solemnly: "Uncle Fan, the Miao family is gone. I am no longer the young head of the family. Don't call me that again. My father is gone, and the Miao family is gone. Uncle Fan can go wherever he wants to go from now on."
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"As long as the young master is here, the Miao family will be there!" Uncle Fan's eyes were firm, and he exuded a transcendent and majestic aura. "Old slave has been gifted by the master, and his strength has increased significantly. Looking at the entire Nangu Town, it is rare.
Rival, from now on, this old slave’s life belongs to the Miao family and to you, the young master of the family. As long as you give the order, the old slave will work with you to take back the power of the Miao family!”
Lu Feng and the others felt Uncle Fan's terrifying aura that was almost at the eighth breath level of the Heavenly Soul Realm, and couldn't help but feel it.
They were all startled, and the sense of danger in their hearts was much lessened. With such strength, if they were willing to help, those who were chasing the forces would be nothing more than chickens and dogs, and could be wiped out with just a few hands.
Even if the old man next to Wuyi Meiji is still unbeatable, it will definitely not be a problem to resist for a while.
Miao Qiuyun asked curiously: "Father's gift?"
Uncle Fan said bluntly: "The master of the house should have been able to sustain it for a while, but he rushed to burn the spiritual energy around his body before the poison took effect, helping the old slave break through the shackles of strength for many years. This kind of kindness will be remembered by the old slave for the rest of his life.
"
Seeing that Miao Qiuping's fighting spirit was mediocre, his face was filled with hesitation.
Uncle Fan sighed secretly in his heart and changed his words: "If the young master does not want to fight for power and wants to live an ordinary life, the old slave will also be willing to protect him by his side for the rest of his life."
"The family business that my father has worked so hard to manage must be taken back!" Miao Qiuping's eyes were firm, but his voice was a little hesitant, and he said fearfully: "But the Jun family is supporting the Miao family now. With Uncle Fan's strength,
, it is not difficult to deal with Miao Yongcai, but the Jun family..."
Uncle Fan's face froze for a moment, and he couldn't help but look solemn as he thought of the terrifying aura that vaguely appeared among the group of people when he took action earlier.
Miao Qiuping said solemnly: "There is no rush to deal with Miao Yongcai. Uncle Fan, I would like to ask you to protect Xiaoyun and leave first..."
"Brother!" Miao Qiuyun suddenly frowned and said unhappily: "I'm not a child anymore, don't drive me away! I can help you share the burden."
Uncle Fan nodded in agreement, but seeing Miao Qiuyun's decisive attitude, he couldn't bear it.
At this time.
Suddenly, I felt a sense of heart palpitations for no reason.
Uncle Fan's face changed, and then he spurted out a mouthful of blood, unable to
Looking towards the direction of the ruins with confidence, he said in a trembling voice: "There's actually more than one person!"
"Quick, get out of here!"
Uncle Fan coughed up a large mouthful of blood. The backlash of the poisonous sand restriction being broken caused him to suffer quite a lot of injuries. Previously, he still had some determination and confidence to dare to fight against behemoths like the Jun family, but now he no longer has any confidence.
Mental effort.
The moment the restraint was broken, he clearly sensed two completely different and powerful auras, each of which was countless beyond his realm.
Let alone the two of them working together, any one of them alone would be enough to kill him.
Uncle Fan never expected that so many powerful people who were rare in the world would appear in a small remote town at the same time.
Everyone walked quickly and soon arrived at the entrance to the city wall.
Uncle Fan suppressed the injuries caused by the backlash, easily stunned the guards, and opened the door to Fusha Luodu.
The wind and sand, which were hundreds of times more violent than those in the city, roared in instantly. Under the dim night, it was like countless ferocious beasts roaring in the invisible distance, making people unconsciously fearful.
Get out of the city gate.
As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but dust and sand, rising high up like a long mountain range. There is no building, no human beings, animals, vegetation, etc.
Needless to say, it is as desolate as a land of the dead.
"We can't go any further."
When he was about to officially break into Fushaluo City, Uncle Fan stopped and looked at Lu Feng and the others: "Since you are Master Ye's friends, I should have done my best, but there are dangers ahead, and I can't
I am not absolutely sure how to deal with it, and I cannot allow the young master to be involved in danger, so please forgive me."
"Thank you, senior," Lu Feng cupped his hands, "That's it for now.
Bar."
Miao Qiuping looked at Lu Feng and others seriously: "Have you really thought about it? In the past few decades, soul masters below the Heavenly Soul Realm have basically not been able to come back alive from the floating sand and snail city ahead, even if
A Heavenly Soul Realm soul master is also an existence that will never return after nine out of ten."
Lu Feng nodded seriously without any hesitation.
Not to mention that Lao Ye was now forced to go deep into this dead place. Just for Ruoshui, he had to make a breakthrough, and he still had to break through this area to go to the real purgatory-Wuyuan Underworld Sea.
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Miao Qiuping took out a roll of terrain map from his bag and said with concern: "This is a record of the information sent back by the soul masters who have been to Fusha Luodu for hundreds of years before they died or by the few who survived. I hope it can be useful to you.
My help; if I can find Master Ye later, please express my gratitude again."
Without being too polite, Lu Feng took the terrain map and walked towards the endless yellow sand.
Miao Qiuyun was about to speak but stopped, a look of hesitation flashed in her eyes.
At this time, an urgent voice suddenly came from behind.
"Brother Lu, please wait for me."
Zhu Yizhong stepped on the thick yellow sand and rushed over, chasing after Lu Feng and his party who had already left not far away.
Miao Qiuyun looked back to see the visitor, and then looked at the knocked down guards on the city wall. Her eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the traces of wild beasts breaking into the city left on the city wall over the years, and the hesitation in her eyes turned to determination.
"Brother, Uncle Fan," Miao Qiuyun said decisively with a cold expression, "I want to go with them."
"Nonsense!" Miao Qiuping's eyebrows suddenly stood up nervously and his eyes widened: "Don't you know where the snails are? Why are you just joining in the fun?"
Miao Qiuyun looked at Lu Feng with emotion.
The retreating figure still has determination in his eyes:
"Brother, please allow me to do this for the last time in my life."