Thomson patted Feng Sheng on the shoulder and said proudly: "You are all OK, I still know you."

"Mr. Thomson, do you say you know me, right?" Feng Sheng's face showed a puzzled look.

"Haha, yes, actually, a few years ago, I had arranged for someone to collect all the situations of Professor Feng Zhiyu and conduct a systematic analysis, including you, the butler," Thomson raised his eyebrows, "But

, What I didn't expect was that you didn't like him and even wanted to kill him, which was incredible."

"The professor is a stubborn mind. I don't want to die like him, so I chose to stand on Mr. Thomson's side." Feng Sheng said charmingly.

"Your intelligence and flexibility are beyond my imagination, I like it!" Thomson praised. He walked back to his backpack, opened the zipper, and took out a test tube wrapped in a silver metal cover, which contained ivory black liquid.

Thomson walked to Fengyin with the test tube in his hand and handed it to his hand.

"You demon, you actually have it?" Professor Feng roared, his hands trembling with anger.

Thomson ignored Professor Feng's reaction and continued:

"Wind sound, this is the 'Dark God'. It can quickly gather energy in the dark world--a kind of thing called 'Ink Energy'. When the 'Ink Energy' reaches a certain equivalent, it will shine brightly

The light of the present sun. The test tube in your hand is not an ordinary test tube, it is a divine liquid. Once we master it, we will master the future of the world. Do you understand?"

After hearing Thomson's words, Feng Sheng's hand shook, as if it was burned, almost falling down the test tube. He took it to his eyes and watched it repeatedly, as if he was holding a treasure.

Thomson took back the test tube and said, "Now, our top priority is to find the key and destroy it. Without this 'anchored needle', the world has entered an irreversible state, a

The climate accelerates to a state of collapse. After this earth is destroyed, we will assume the heavy responsibility of the earth's rebirth. It is a duty given by God, and there is no glorious cause." He drew a cross on his chest, showing a pious look on his face.

Thomson put away the test tube, opened the paper again, stretched it flat on his palm, and put it in his other hand, reached into his arms, and took out an instrument similar to a pocket watch. He looked at the roadmap on the paper and raised it again

The instrument is held high in the air, muttering words in his mouth, as if he is quickly calculating.

Then Thomson stared in a certain direction, then reached out and shouted: "It's here, walk forward from here, pass through an oak forest, waded through two kilometers of swamps, and then crossed the river.

In a small river, you will see a holy mountain hidden in the tropical rainforest. When you climb up the holy mountain, you will find the key. It's so OK."

After hearing this, Forrest Gump looked up at Thomson's eyes and nodded constantly, like a kowtow worm.

Thomson put away the drawings, waved his hand, "Go!"

The three of them carried their luggage, and under the guidance of Thomson, they took Professor Feng along the route indicated on the drawings, bypassed the woods and walked straight forward.

Professor Feng walked among the three of them, and the development of things exceeded his cognition. Until now, he still could not believe Feng Sheng's words. Although he had always had a slight doubt about Feng Sheng, as the only person he had to get along with and trust,

This suspicion flashed by. At this moment, disappointment and frustration almost defeated him. The wind just said that it was like sharp arrows, arrows piercing the heart, with sores and holes crying blood.

, let him feel the taste of betrayal.

Professor Feng remembered a day five years ago, a middle-aged man with a medium body, thin and gray hair, knocked on the door of his office in Berlin, Germany. He, like himself, also had brown skin and deep eyes.

With a helpless look on his face.

The person who came here said that he came from a small town in Bavaria - the place where Feng Zhiyu lived when he was a child. When he was a child, he played with Feng Zhiyu. They belonged to the Feng tribe of the same tribe, and maybe it was a long time.

Professor Feng may not have left any impression. As he said that, the eyes of the visitor turned red, and a few tears fell down. He continued, some time ago, the town was suddenly attacked by a plague, and most of the people were infected.

After the epidemic and losing his life, he was the only one in the Feng tribe. He heard that Feng Zhiyu was already a famous meteorologist, so he inquired from many ways, came from afar, and joined him. After that, he came.

The man covered his cheeks with his hands and kept sobbing, extremely desperate.

At that time, Feng Zhiyu's career was booming and became famous internationally. However, he never forgot his identity and the mission of finding and saving Fengmen and the canyon. Therefore, he did not form a family and put his energy into full force.

Devote to the career. Since the visitor is the only descendant of the Feng tribe who is left outside the canyon and has nowhere to invest, the Feng Zhiyu gave the visitor a new name----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It is the ability to find the information of hope for Feng Tribe. Since then, Feng Tribe, as his steward, has been following him, doing his best and working hard without any mistakes. As his only relative outside the canyon, he is his only relative

, He also has great trust in Fengshen and has almost never concealed any information from Fengshen, except for research results.

At this time, Professor Feng still had expectations, that is, Feng Sheng’s actions were all expedient measures and were forced to do it. He had no intention of hurting himself. He told lies and used them.

Those who came to deceive Thomson were still the same as before.

Professor Feng looked at Feng Sheng. He was talking to Thomson in a low voice, nodding, expressing his agreement, occasionally expressing his views softly, as if they had known each other for a long time.

About an hour later, blood blisters were grinding out of the soles of the four people's feet, and their clothes were tightly pressed against them. Forrest Gump leaned against a tree, kept crying and groaning. Professor Feng simply

Squat on the ground, no longer standing up, and stroked his swollen heels with both hands.

Seeing this scene, Thomson turned his head, walked to the tree, kicked Forrest Gump hard, and said, "Idiot, get up quickly, don't miss the big deal, otherwise, my gun is not a vegetarian."

Then, Thomson shouted to the wind: "Go quickly, help the professor up and continue walking forward. I have seen the light and hope. No one can stop me, hum." He snorted coldly twice.

He looked fierce and weighed the short gun in his hand.

Feng Sheng hurriedly walked to Professor Feng, squatted down, reached out to hold his arm, and tried to pull him up.

Professor Feng "cuts" and shook Feng Sheng's hand in disgust. He slowly got up, his eyes full of contempt.

Facing the wet and hot wind in the rainforest, four people continued to move forward along a muddy ditch.

I don't know how long I walked, but amid Thomson's shouts, they finally walked out of the ditch and stepped on the hillside full of thorns. The sounds of various animals kept coming from the surroundings, and the air was filled with a strong fishy smell.

The sky gradually turned white, and Thomson put away his flashlight, put his hands on his hips, and put his hands on his awning, looking into the distance.

With the help of the faint skylight, he placed the drawing on a stone, spread it out, stroked his fingers on it, and pointed down along the line, muttering quietly while looking at the drawings.

"This is a bit strange. Not far away is the swamp. You have to pass through it before you can continue moving forward. There is a road along the hillside next to the swamp. Why is the route marked on the drawing a path in the middle of the swamp?

Is this unscientific?" Thomson turned to look at Professor Feng leaning against the rock and shouted: "Old guy, tell me, why did you choose to go from the path in the middle of the swamp instead of the mountain road next to it, it is dangerous in the swamp

Many, this is not consistent with common sense.”

Professor Feng narrowed his eyes, and after hearing Thomson's words, he immediately opened his eyes wide, which was so big that it was scary, his mouth opened slightly, and then closed his eyes and tightened his mouth.

After Thomson's repeated questioning, Professor Feng replied indifferently: "I forgot everything." Then he kept silent, just like a wooden man.

Seeing Thomson mumbled and kept muttering, Feng Sheng ran over from a distance, his face looked a little nervous, he glanced at the drawing, and said, "Mr. Thomson, don't ask Professor Feng, he is like this

There must be his reason for the choice, and he will never tell you why. Can he know that you can get this drawing?"

After hearing this, Thomson nodded, "Well, the wind sound, what you said makes sense, let's follow the route on the drawings, OK!"

They crossed the hillside, followed the misty path, and walked between the weeds and shrubs.

After a while, they arrived at the edge of the swamp, which was muddy. Under the dim skylight, they could vaguely see the shallow water surface inside, with bubbles emitting from the water surface, and the rich mud fishy

The smell of rotten eggs floats into everyone's nostrils, making people sick. In the distance, there are many reed-like plants standing, like black spears, and occasionally water birds are frightened and flew away.

When you pass the water, you make a "rattle" sound.

Looking closely, there is indeed an insignificant path in this foggy swamp, which goes deep into the mud and hides in the distance, so narrow that only one person can walk, with weeds on both sides.

Thomson broke a branch, walked to the path, poked his hand, inserted the branch straight into the mud and water, and used a little force, but all the branches were in, which was really shocking.

Thomson walked back to the shore and glanced at the sound of the wind.
Chapter completed!