The old man was as thin as a withered tree in the wind and rain. From the outside, his skin was close to his bones, revealing strips of veins. In the sunken eye sockets on his face, his deep eyes shone with the vicissitudes of the world.

The sparse white hair was messily covering the top of his head, looking a little disheveled.

He curled up, his thin fingers trembling like sparrow claws, seemingly unable to bear the slightest weight.

Thin clothes hung loosely on his body, hanging feebly. Behind his haggard face, there was a perseverance and unyielding spirit, as if he had experienced countless setbacks and sufferings, but still clung to the last glimmer of hope in life.

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Under Zhang Feng's eyes, the old man sat tiredly in a dark and messy room.

I have to say that this room exudes a cold atmosphere.

The room is filled with all kinds of messy items, and the past has been blurred by the passage of time. Rusty photos are hung on the faded walls, and dust has accumulated in the corners that have not been cleaned for a long time.

The sight came to the center of the room, where a weak light barely illuminated the dark corner. An incomplete light bulb with a cover emitted a soft yellow light, but it could not illuminate the entire room.

This weak light outlines the old man's gray temples and deeply wrinkled face, as well as his exhaustion and helplessness.

It is worth noting.

The air was filled with the smell of dampness and long-term confinement, and the room emanated from a musty and stale smell.

Maybe it's because this place is underground, and the water-corroded false windows and the drawn curtains cut off the outside light and fresh air, leaving the room immersed in a dull atmosphere.

Although the environment is dark, messy and smelly, the old man is still living strong.

"Ah, that woman wants to create a demon. Her mind is even crazier than that man's. Well, it has nothing to do with me whatever it turns out to be."

The old man muttered to himself, not paying any attention to Zhang Feng's little actions.

"That brat, really, let that woman fool around..."

"Old man?"

"That brat, really, let..."

"Reply me, do you only know this sentence?"

"That stinks."

"Come here to Gotham City, because I've found the Joker!"

Whenever the old man wanted to speak, Zhang Feng would interrupt him, as if he really wanted to test whether the old man could only say this sentence.

After several attempts, the old man's face turned red.

He has lived as a ghost for so many years, and he has never seen such a beastly boy bullying a comrade who is hundreds of years old.

This person has no martial ethics!

"old--"

"Get out, get out quickly, the path you want to take is behind the door behind me, can you leave immediately!"

The old man pointed at the wall behind him angrily, and then, a wooden door slowly appeared in Zhang Feng's sight.

He nodded with satisfaction and made a gesture of thanks to the old man.

And the few people in his mind were also confused.

Is this okay?

"He didn't just want to be so old. Did he discover that there was a hidden passage here?" The fat lady looked at the wooden door that emerged in surprise, her eyes widening.

"I think... you think too highly of him. He might just want to torture the old man." Brother Wang said.

Li Ya: "..."

"Okay, I, the old grandson, will go too!"

Zhang Feng took his little feet and kicked open the closed wooden door. Like a charge warrior, he rushed into the darkness behind the door.

----Underground Corridor----

Underground corridor...

As Zhang Feng stepped in step by step, his feet stepped on the cold floor, causing his body to feel a biting chill.

The surroundings were dark and dim, with only the lantern in his hand barely illuminating the surroundings.

The dull air spread like the cold air in a tomb, making people feel as if they were trapped in a world of endless darkness.

The walls on both sides of the corridor were eroded by time and turned into a gray-brown color without any trace of life.

The old light bulb on the ceiling has long been extinguished, leaving only a lonely light, like a ghost suspended in the air, looming with a hint of haze.

It is almost impossible for people to tell whether it is day or night here. Although it is impossible to judge the passage of time, it seems that this place will always be immersed in an atmosphere without sunlight.

Tread——

The footsteps on the corridor floor echoed with an ethereal echo, like the wail echoing in a dead tomb.

The ceramic tiles that were once as smooth as mirrors are now covered with cracks and mottled scratches, silently telling the decay of time and the passage of time.

The spider web hanging straight down in the corner is like a trap, indicating that those who fall into it will become prisoners of this deep and dark world.

In the corner, sparse shadows crisscrossed each other, as if an uninvited guest was quietly patrolling.

The underground corridor in the middle of the night is like a maze. People who get lost in it will not be able to find the exit and will be endlessly swallowed by this eerie environment. In the vast darkness, there is a faint whisper from the corner, like a whisper in the wind, which is creepy.

It makes normal people's hearts full of uneasiness.

However, these are of little use to Zhang Feng.

He curled his toes and walked excitedly on the road without any timidity.

"Wow, this place is so wonderful. There are mountains, water and woods."

Where did you see the mountains, water, and woods!!!

Brother Wang looked at Zhang Feng's feet and shouted - "Don't you always look at your feet!!"

Show me the way! Bastard!!!

For you, your feet have become mountains and rivers, right?

in the screen.

His hazy vision could only outline a vague outline, and everything around him looked extremely strange under the light.

The long corridor seems to have no end, and every step forward is an exploration of the dark unknown.

Despair and fear spread from the bottom of my heart like vines, constantly plaguing that bored soul.

That's right, Zhang Feng was bored when he left.

Anyone can see that he is trapped in a loop.

"Tsk...why is it so troublesome?" Zhang Feng muttered.

Just when everyone thought he was about to be desperate and were about to question them, Zhang Feng made a bold decision.

Ten minutes had passed. Zhang Feng controlled Aya's body and stared straight ahead. Then, he took out an unbanned cigarette and lit one himself.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough." Aya's body had obviously not smoked before, and a strong itch spread from her throat, making Zhang Feng cough a few times.

"It's getting colder, so this place should be gone."

How do you look like a third-grade primary school student holding a cigarette butt in his mouth and telling the other person, "Let's have a fight!"

Don't use the face of a child to say such unworthy words!

Also! Minors are not allowed to smoke!!!!

"One ghost has extraordinary power!!"

Turning it on for the second time, Zhang Feng controlled Aya's body, danced the chainsaw with one hand, and ran and danced around crazily.

A small gear suddenly appeared in the pupil of his right eye, spinning crazily in his eye. At the same time, a strange black energy appeared in Zhang Feng's field of vision.

"Got you!!"

Zhang Feng used the rabbit to rise and the falcon to fall, stepped on the surrounding walls, and used the electric saw to attack the black shadow high up. The black shadow did not even think about him escaping.

Because, in its thinking, it was impossible for Zhang Feng to discover him.

How could a little girl see it? She is not God!

No...why is this little girl getting closer and closer to it? Why is she still wielding a chainsaw!!!

Buzz——!

After a buzzing sound, the chainsaw slashed the ghost's body, leaving a mark. Unfortunately, this blow did not kill it.

It was carried by the wind and ran away in despair.

Zhang Feng wanted to chase it, but as soon as he moved his feet, he found that his ankle seemed to be grabbed by something - a rotten hand.

"Tsk."

In just the blink of an eye, the black shadow ran away.

Zhang Feng had no choice but to angrily stamp off the rotten hand and continue walking forward.

Fortunately, after the ghost escaped, the place returned to normal. After a while, he walked out and walked through the corridor to a new space.

After passing through a gate, Zhang Feng stepped on a walkway.
Chapter completed!