Looking at the closed door, the wind did not say a word and fell into deep thought.

This is an adventure, and there should be a way to find a way to go to the destination.

Unexpectedly, he was suddenly surprised and forced him to rashly say his last trump card. The world is dangerous and now he regrets it very much. For him, he hopes that the buck-toothed man has not heard what he said.

It has been hundreds of years, and he is very worried that this place and this family have disappeared long ago. It is said that someone had visited here decades ago, but returned in vain.

I heard from the old man that all changes originated from that war - the Battle of Erhai Lake, which changed the fate of the country and the destiny of the family. The tragic war was beyond people's imagination, and the army of the Yu army was defeated.

The disaster was almost destroyed, and only a few people escaped.

Those who escaped are undoubtedly lucky, but their life goals have changed since then. For hundreds of years, this goal has not changed and has been buried deep in the heart of the wind.

At this time, the sound of the car outside stopping came vaguely, followed by the sound of low voices and gradually increasing footsteps.

The little man squatting in the corner of the wall obviously heard it. He stood up, leaned against the wall, looked at the door, looking forward to the turn of opportunity, or those guys found their conscience and let him go out.

Just as the two of them were staring at the door, they heard the sound of the door lock opening, and then the door opened. The two of them walked in, one in front and one behind.

Feng Sheng saw that in addition to the expressionless buck-toothed man, a middle-aged man walked in. He was thin and wearing a gray coat, with a firm look and sharp eyes.

The middle-aged man walked into the room and looked around, as if he had not seen the sound of the wind. He walked straight to the little man in the corner and asked, "What's your name?"

"Huang Fei." The little man replied timidly.

"The name is good! Where is the goods? Where is it hidden?"

"I'm really not here to get the goods." The little man's voice was crying, "I'll find an acquaintance and do business together."

"Is that so? Well, then why did you go to Shannan to meet the 'Blackhead'?"

"I, I..." The little man was speechless for a moment, his cheeks flushed.

"What does blackhead do? Don't think I don't know. If you don't say it, it's okay, be a man." The middle-aged man turned his head and said to the buck-toothed man:

"After a while, break the kid's left leg and throw it to the 100-mile wild wolf slope. Whether he can survive depends on his luck." His voice did not fluctuate at all, just like chatting easily.

"Give me your life, spare me your life! I said, I said everything, I've hidden the goods, the address is... "The little man was so scared that he knelt on the ground, kowtowing while explaining.

The middle-aged man looked at the sound of the wind, his hands behind his back, paced back and forth, and his heels touched the stones spread on the ground, making a gentle "slap" sound, and the atmosphere suddenly became even more tense.

For more than ten minutes, the middle-aged man did not speak, but just walked around next to the sound of the wind, his eyes seemed to want to pierce his body.

The middle-aged man suddenly stood in front of the wind, touched his chin, and asked, "Is this gentleman's name worthy of his name?"

Feng Sheng glanced at him, his eyes crossed his shoulders, looking in the direction of the door, without an answer.

"Old guy is tired of living?" The buck-toothed man came over and punched him in his chest.

The wind was beaten so hard that it took a few steps back. Standing there, there was still no words, as if nothing had happened.

"Feng'er, don't be so rude." The middle-aged man hurriedly stopped him. He walked forward two steps, staring at Feng Sheng's cheek, "Isn't it convenient to disclose?"

"The wind sound." The wind sound replied impatiently.

"Is that right?" the middle-aged man clapped his palms and smiled on his face, "Where is the goods?"

"I don't understand what you said. I'm here to find a friend." Feng Sheng replied.

The middle-aged man glanced at the little man squatting in the corner of the wall and trembling all over, and shouted sternly: "You have agreed! Can you change the reason?"

The middle-aged man continued, "Look at what you mean, just like him, go to the wild wolf slope and dance with the wolf?"

Feng Sheng felt nervous, but there was no better way for a while. He no longer dared to say the name of "Fengyang Inn" casually. He could only take one step at a time. Besides, he still knows some martial arts skills, and he can't fight once.

"Feng'er, take him out. I want to talk to Mr. Fengsheng alone." The middle-aged man pointed at the small man and said.

Fengsheng realized that the middle-aged man was scheming and his next step would definitely be unfavorable to him, and there might be more tricks.

The door was closed with a "clang" and only the middle-aged man and the wind were left in the room.
Chapter completed!