Chapter 954: The Past of Mr. Feng

"What's going on? The memory is vague? Didn't you remember so much at the beginning?" Zhao Chen asked curiously with a frown.

Mr. Feng nodded without any concealment and replied: "Well, every time I think of the undead coffin, I will have a headache. It seems that a strange force is stopping me. I finally recalled part of it in the past few days, but it is still incomplete..."

Mr. Feng was also puzzled by this situation, thinking that maybe it was because of the power of that ancient book.

"In this way, there is no way to distinguish the mother-child coffin. Moreover, the function of this child coffin is to control the mother-child coffin, so it cannot be changed?" Zhao Chen couldn't help but feel a headache. The trouble caused to him by this undead coffin is really a lot.

"In theory, this is the case, so I asked you to open the Dead Coffin to see if I can recall something."

Zhao Chen nodded, finally understood Mr. Feng's consciousness, and began to use his spiritual power to open the undead coffin. "Old Feng, there are some ghost fireworms here, you must be careful later."

"Ghost Firefly? Where did you get these things?" Even when Mr. Feng's strength heard the three words "Ghost Firefly", he couldn't help but frown, and a look of fear flashed deep in his eyes.

"I got it by chance, so... do I still have to open the undead coffin now?" Zhao Chen saw that Mr. Feng was unable to understand, and hesitated for a while, and his hand stopped slowly.

"Open! Why don't you open?" Mr. Feng swallowed and said firmly.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chen didn't think much about it. He immediately moved all his spiritual power to the extreme again and devoted himself to the undead coffin. Under this huge spiritual power, the undead coffin gradually made a series of strange sounds, opened a small hole, and the death aura around him became more and more intense.

Mr. Feng felt this dead aura, and his heart was raised to his throat, staring at the undead coffin intently, and was ready to take action to deal with the ghost fireflies at any time.

"Squeak! Squeak!" The strange sounds became louder and louder, and Zhao Chen's face became paler. The sweat dripped as big as beans dripped down his forehead and fell to the ground, obviously consuming a lot of spiritual power.

"It's open..." Old Feng held his breath and did not dare to breathe. His expression became more and more nervous. Facing an ominous thing like the Dead Coffin, Old Feng couldn't be careful.

After a moment, the undead coffin was opened about one tenth. Zhao Chen was gasping for breath and said helplessly: "I have used all my strength and can only open so much."

However, no ghost fireflies appeared at this time. Zhao Chen found that the ghost fireflies seemed to be able to obey his orders. When he opened the undead coffin just now, Zhao Chen kept thinking that the ghost fireflies must not come out, but it really didn't come out.

When Mr. Feng saw that no ghost fireflies appeared, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He carefully went up to take a look, but found that the undead coffin was dark, and there was nothing else except the thick dead energy.

"This is impossible to find any valuable information, damn it! How can I forget those things?" Mr. Feng did not feel any changes in his memory and couldn't help but say a little dejectedly.

"Old Feng, hurry up, I'm almost unable to hold on!" Zhao Chen felt the feeling of exhaustion in his body becoming more and more serious, and he couldn't help but urge him.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Feng subconsciously reached into the undead coffin, trying to touch something inside, but when his hand reached in, a dangerous aura rushed towards him. The undead coffin seemed to have turned into an endless black hole at this moment, trying to suck his whole body in.

Feng Lao's already pale cheeks became even older at this moment, and vitality was passing rapidly from his body.

Mr. Feng wanted to pull his hand out of the undead coffin, but found that there was no way. After the attempt failed, Mr. Feng couldn't help but urged: "My friend Zhao Chen, close the undead coffin quickly!"

Zhao Chen also found something wrong at this moment and quickly wanted to lock the Dead Coffin. Fortunately, the Dead Coffin was within his control area at this moment. Just retracting the spiritual power, the Dead Coffin gradually locked up.

At this moment, the rich dead aura around was constantly dissipating. Old Feng also felt the strange force on his arm suddenly sending out, and immediately pulled his hand out of the dead coffin, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Chen had already taken the undead coffin back into his body, and immediately helped Mr. Feng up from the ground with concern, and said with great guilt: "Old Feng, I'm really embarrassed. I didn't expect this to happen."

Just now, half of the vitality in Mr. Feng's body has been consumed, so Mr. Feng now looks like an old man in his late age, as if he may die at any time.

After a while, Mr. Feng recovered and said with lingering fear, "You don't have to feel embarrassed. I'm very satisfied if I can save my life this time. Anyway, I'm going to enter the Black Dragon Purgatory soon, and I never thought of getting out of it."

"Old Feng..." Zhao Chen really didn't understand why Old Feng was trying so hard to help him.

"Don't worry, I won't die yet, and my strength has not been affected, but this time I remembered some things." Old Feng didn't care about the passing of life just now, nor did he want to help Zhao Chen, but this ancient book also puzzled him for a long time. It was because of that ancient book that he ended up in this situation. He naturally wanted to unlock the secrets.

Zhao Chen looked at Mr. Feng's weak appearance and felt guilty, so he could not have any thoughts.

"My friend Zhao Chen, do you know why I want to enter the Black Dragon Purgatory?" Feng Lao knew that Zhao Chen was feeling uncomfortable now, so he didn't care so much, but said to himself.

"I committed a huge killing karma at my hands. All fifty people in our family were killed at my hands. That night I killed them with my own hands. I was like a butcher, losing my mind and losing my humanity..."

"The reason for all this is because of an ancient book. You can say it's ridiculous. My strength has increased greatly because of that book, and I have committed endless murders because of that book." Old Feng smiled and tears flowed out along the corners of his eyes, looking very sad.

"I found something related to ancient books on you, so I naturally want to understand..." Old Feng's eyes were red, and a look of fatigue appeared on his old face.
Chapter completed!