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Chapter 63 The boy in room 414

The distance of one kilometer can be reached in less than a minute at Huang Feng's speed.

But Huang Feng did not run or fly, but slowly walked towards the building step by step.

Even so, within five minutes, the entire building was revealed before Huang Feng's eyes.

It is a nine-story building. Like other buildings in the city, the outer skin of the building has long since fallen off, and some places have even collapsed, exposing the dilapidated rooms inside.

This building has a very special feature, that is, the entire floor on the west side of the building is covered by a green plant.

The leaves of the plant are very large, and the rhizomes are very strong, climbing and tightly attached to the floor.

"So yin!"

When he walked to the entrance of the building, a very strong strangeness spread from the inside of the building, making the hairs on Huang Feng's body stand up one by one.

It seems that the weirdness inside is not simple.

Huang Feng thought silently, and when he summoned [Ink] and held it in his hand, he could feel the strangeness inside the building, which was a bit high.

The golden halo spread out under his feet, and the spiritual core in his body rotated rapidly. Huang Feng took a deep breath and walked in.

As soon as you enter the building, the first thing you see is a messy ground.

Clothes, shoes, bottles...all kinds of garbage were scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with an unbearable smell.

Holding his breath, Huang Feng quickly crossed the hall to the ground of the stairs.

Soon, Huang Feng came to the stairs.

He raised his head and looked upward, turning once, twice... The stairs were an old-fashioned structure, stretching up in twists and turns.

"From this staircase, you can go to every floor of the building."

There were obviously many collapsed areas in the building outside, and there was very little light in the entire staircase, making it look very dark.

Looking up, you can see the stairs on the third and fourth floors. Going up further is pitch black. Even if Huang Feng's eyes are filled with aura, he can't see clearly.

A darkness, like the mouth of a giant beast, trying to swallow people up.

Huang Feng calmed down and let out a breath.

Then he stepped onto the stairs.

Boom!

Obviously he didn't use much force, but after Huang Feng landed on the stairs, there was a very loud muffled sound.

Surprised, Huang Feng knelt down and tapped on the steps a few times.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several hollow sounds immediately sounded.

Wiping off the dust on the steps, Huang Feng couldn't help but hold his breath: "What talented architect uses wooden materials to make the steps of a building!"

After complaining, Huang Feng stood up and continued walking upstairs.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!



Every time I take a step, there will be a muffled sound under my feet.

Ta da! Ta da...

Suddenly, a special sound made Huang Feng stop.

The entire staircase was very quiet, and as he stopped, the extra soft sound seemed particularly abrupt.

"Like the sound of marbles."

Huang Feng listened to the sound coming from above and had a guess in his mind. The sound of "ta-da" was like the sound of marbles rolling on the ground.

Just a few stairs up!

The spiritual energy in Huang Feng's body surged, and his steps started instantly, rushing upward at an extremely fast speed.

A few seconds later, looking at the dusty stairs, Huang Feng had doubts in his eyes.

The sound he heard just now came from here. In just a few seconds, when he turned the corner and came to the stairs, the sound of marbles stopped suddenly.

It was as if a certain existence was trying to attract him.

"interesting."

With a smile on his face, Huang Feng looked at the half-open fire door with a crooked sign hanging on it.

There is a dark number engraved on the sign: 4.

Is it the fourth floor again?

Since ancient times, Huang Feng has become accustomed to strange things appearing on the fourth floor.

"Hee hee hee……"

Suddenly, a burst of children's laughter came from behind the half-open door.

Being a brave man, Huang Feng pushed open the fire door.

The laughter, like the sound of marbles, disappeared without a trace the moment Huang Feng entered the corridor.

"It's just a trick." Looking at the dark corridor, an inspiration suddenly appeared on the [ink] in Huang Feng's hand, and the passage was suddenly illuminated by the inspiration.

Looking at the dilapidated passage, Huang Feng frowned slightly. The ground was exactly the same as the floor of the hall, covered with scattered garbage.

Slightly different, Huang Feng saw some fresh blood on the ground.

blood?

Squatting down, Huang Feng touched a little with his hand: "It's still warm, the blood just fell out not long ago."

Someone!

Huang Feng made a judgment immediately. Using the aura on [Ink] and following the blood on the ground, Huang Feng came to the door of a room.

Head up: 414.

Well!

Huang Feng couldn't help but complained in his heart: "It's a room number like this again, can't we do some fresh work?"

I thought so, but I actually acted very cautiously.

Huang Feng held [Mo] tightly with one hand and grabbed the doorknob with the other.

The cold touch made Huang Feng's expression freeze slightly. He could feel the breath of a living person and a strange atmosphere inside.

How can living people and evil spirits coexist in the same room?

In Huang Feng's opinion, this is an abnormal situation.

Kaka!

When the door handle is turned, the rusty lock cylinder makes a friction sound when it has not been used for many years.

The door can't be pulled open?

Huang Feng stared at the door: "It turns out it was done backwards."

Pushing the door open, before he could see the scene in the room clearly, a golden ray of light struck Huang Feng.

Whoosh!

Huang Feng's body, which was always on alert, reacted immediately. The [Ink] held in his right hand slashed towards the incoming light.

Clang, clang, clang...

In just a few breaths, Huang Feng exchanged blows with the light more than a dozen times.

"Who are you?"

During the exchange of moves, Huang Feng discovered that the guy attacking him was a young man.

The young man is also a gold-level fifth-dan man. When he fought Huang Feng, he used a slender sword. On his back, there was a long sword with a gorgeous patterned scabbard. From the appearance, it looked like an Oriental sword.

knife.

"Is it a human?"

After discovering Huang Feng's identity, the young man suddenly staggered the knife and jumped to the edge of the window.

He looked at Huang Feng and asked in a cold tone: "Are you also taking the imperial examination?"

"Um."

Nodding, Huang Feng lowered [Ink] to show that he had no hostility: "Why are you attacking me?"

"I thought it was weird."

The young man also put away the thin sword in his hand and said: "I am trapped here by a strange thing. It is very scary. I am no match."

Through the aura on [Ink], Huang Feng could see the young man's appearance.

A tight-fitting night uniform, very suitable for the frontline battlefield environment.

"You are hurt."

Seeing the young man's right arm, Huang Feng showed a clear expression. The blood stains in the corridor were left by the young man.

But just now, the young man used his left arm alone to fight him to a draw, which showed his strength.

Putting away the [ink], Huang Feng took out a candle from the space and lit it.

Suddenly the room became brighter.

"Huang Feng."

Taking out the dressing materials from the space, Huang Feng walked over and said, "Let me help you treat the wound."

"Thanks."

The young man was not pretentious and said: "My name is Long Feiyu."

"Your wound is a bit serious."

Looking at Long Feiyu's wound, Huang Feng was very surprised. The wound was caused by a sharp claw. The wound was so deep that the bones could be seen.

Moreover, there is a layer of black strange energy on the wound, which is also the fundamental reason why the wound cannot heal itself.

"You're lucky to have met me."

Smiling softly, Huang Feng took out another set of tools from the space: "It hurts a bit, please bear with it."

Long Feiyu didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

The next second, Huang Feng poured the antidote directly onto the wound, and a stream of foul-smelling green smoke emerged from the wound.

Long Feiyu's arms tightened instantly, his fists were clenched tightly, and his veins bulged high.

But he didn't say a word, and there was no trace of emotion on his face.

Real man!

Huang Feng secretly admired that when this antidote dispelled the evil spirit, the pain of the bite would be unbearable for most people.

But Long Feiyu didn't even make a fool of himself, which shows how firm his will is.

Taking out scissors, tweezers and other items from the tools, Huang Feng moved quickly in his hands, creating afterimages and cleaning up all the bad meat from the wounds.

Five minutes later, Huang Feng stopped and wrapped the wound with gauze.

"Hey! Okay, wait for a while and you can use spiritual energy to completely cure it."

"Well, thank you."

Long Feiyu thanked him again and put down the sleeves of his clothes.

"Okay, now can you tell me about the weird one chasing you?" Huang Feng asked, sitting on a makeshift wooden stool.

"That one is weird."

Long Feiyu also sat down and recalled: "Not long ago..."


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