Chen Feng put away his hands and looked at the male corpse standing among the ruins.
Although this male corpse looks disgusting, it can be said to be a good magic weapon for defense.
After all, Chen Feng's cultivation level, coupled with the scorching heat of Hanxuan Bingyan, could not break through his defense for so long.
If Jin Xiliang's soul wasn't compatible enough with the male corpse, it wouldn't be so easy to deal with them.
"It's a good time to study what kind of skills this male corpse practiced."
Thinking in his mind, Chen Feng directly concealed the male corpse, and after this period of time passed, he would study it carefully.
After putting away the man's body, Chen Feng looked around and checked the place to make sure there was nothing missing before he went to He Zhijin's hiding place.
At the same time, He Zhijin, who was hiding not far away, heard the sound of fighting and knew that the battle was over.
She held her hands nervously and stretched her neck to see what the result would be.
She was afraid that Chen Feng would lose, but in her heart she hoped that she would definitely win.
In this tangled emotion, He Zhijin felt a pain in his heart and couldn't help but frown.
The symptoms did not get any relief, but became more and more uncomfortable. The pain made He Zhijin cover his chest and squat on the ground.
"Why does it hurt so suddenly?" He Zhijin covered her chest and her whole face wrinkled up. The severe pain made her breathe heavily, and her eyes went black.
"Help...help..." She stretched out her hands feebly. Before she fell into coma, she seemed to vaguely remember what Jin Xiliang had said to her.
He seemed to say that the two of them would live and die together.
"Is he dead too?" He Zhijin's mouth showed a happy and relaxed smile, and then fell into darkness.
When Chen Feng came over, he saw He Zhijin lying limply on the ground.
Chen Feng walked over quickly, and the moment he got closer, he knew that He Zhijin was already dead.
Looking at her body, Chen Feng pursed his lips and had a gloomy face.
He was negligent in this matter. He didn't expect that Jin Xiliang would give He Zhijin the Tongsheng Gu.
As the name suggests, this kind of poison ties the lives of two people together. If one of them lives, they will live, and if one of them dies, they will die.
Looking at her body, Chen Feng bent down and picked her up. He Zhijin died because of him.
If he had been more careful before, he wouldn't be like this.
Chen Feng took He Zhijin's body back home. After setting up the formation, he went out again to find someone.
Looking at the door of Zhengshan Hall, Chen Feng directly asked the front desk to call out the waiter who had previously sent him a message for He Zhijin.
When the waiter saw Chen Feng, he was a little puzzled and a little cautious: "Guest, are you dissatisfied with my previous service?"
He looked at Chen Feng nervously, his hands stirring uneasily.
They have a lot of rules here. Once a customer complains, his work for half a month will be in vain, and there will be punishment.
"I want to know about her."
"What about her?" The waiter was confused, and then suddenly realized: "This guest, do you mean Sister He?"
Seeing that Chen Feng had no objection, the waiter continued: "Sorry, I can't help you with this matter."
No matter what Chen Feng's purpose was, he did not intend to tell anyone anything about He Zhijin.
Chen Feng ignored his words and turned towards the front desk not far away: "How much does it cost for half a day?"
"Guest, what do you mean?" The waiter was stunned by Chen Feng's operation: "I am a serious person, I..."