When Uncle Leng who was passing by heard these words and looked at Zheng Yiqing who was full of confidence, he felt something was wrong and couldn't remember it for a while.
He simply didn't think much about it, since Zheng Yiqing had always been so uncertain.
...
After leaving the restaurant, Chen Feng changed his appearance and quickly approached Mokou Cliff.
Gu Hai's whereabouts have not been found yet, and he doesn't know where Li Jiajia fell from.
Wu Han also came to Mokou Cliff alone, and the matter in the secret realm was delayed for so long on the way. Chen Feng was afraid that something would happen to him.
There is still some distance from Mokou Cliff, and you can feel the evil energy rising from anywhere, rolling like the devil coming.
There is also a small town here, where people who come and go on adventures in Mokou Cliff come here to exchange whatever good things they get.
Even though Mokou Cliff is full of crises and narrow escapes, there are countless opportunities and treasures here. Faced with such temptation, some people will always take risks.
This town was built by people like this.
Entering the town, there are ruins everywhere, and the whole town is filled with a crazy and heavy sense of depression.
The air was filled with the strong smell of blood, and the blood on the ground dried and was covered with blood, turning into a black mass.
The people coming and going stared at each other vigilantly and fiercely, as if they were ready to fight if they were not careful.
There was no shouting on the street, which was in sharp contrast to the bustling Heishui Town.
The vendors on the roadside looked at the passers-by with a sullen face. Occasionally, they looked impatient when someone inquired about the price, for fear that someone would buy their goods.
Chen Feng was walking on the street. Passers-by were walking in a hurry. From time to time, people who were covered in blood were helping each other to stagger into the city.
Even though they were seriously injured, they still looked vigilant.
As Chen Feng continued to move forward, this situation was broken at the door of a small shop that was bustling with people.
Countless seriously injured people were standing, sitting, or being carried, and a huge group of people crowded at the door.
Their faces were filled with smiles of hope and hunting, and they no longer considered each other's status and talked loudly.
Facing such a scene, Chen Feng was a little surprised. This place and the lifeless town where people plotted against each other were two extremes.
"Get out, get out!" The sudden yelling attracted Chen Feng's attention.
The closed door was opened, and an old man with gray hair and a ruddy complexion pushed out a middle-aged man who was looking very embarrassed.
"Doctor Yan, please, please save him, he is still a child!" The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing and begging.
The old man known as Dr. Yan did not show any emotion at all: "Save him? What can I do to save him? If he can't be saved, he can't be saved. Where can I find the black jade unicorn flower?"
"You are sincerely trying to embarrass my old man and want to destroy my sign!"
"Doctor Yan, please save his life for the time being. I'll look for Moyu Qilinhua. I'll take people to look for her under Mokou Cliff right away!" The middle-aged man wiped the blood from his face and stared longingly.
Doctor Yan.
"The black jade unicorn flower has long since disappeared, and there may not even be one under Mokou Cliff."
Doctor Yan looked at the man on the ground and sighed for a while: "That's all, I'll help you just this time."