Chen Feng looked at the unconscious Zhu Yinxiang, found a seat and sat down, quietly waiting for him to wake up.
Time passed minute by minute, and Hu Shan on the ground opened his eyes in a daze.
Looking at the somewhat familiar room in front of him, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and it took him a while to recover.
"Am I still alive?" He touched his body, feeling lucky to be alive after a disaster.
Before he could be happy for a few seconds, Chen Feng's words were like a basin of cold water poured on his head: "Now that you're awake, let's get to work."
Hearing Chen Feng's voice, Hu Shan suddenly turned his head and looked over. When he looked over, he also saw the unconscious Zhu Yinxiang on the ground.
He looked at Chen Feng, then at Zhu Yinxiang, his lips trembled, and his words were a bit awkward: "He...he is dead...dead?"
Hu Shan only felt sad in his heart, as if Zhu Yinxiang was really dead, how could he return to his own body?
Although Han Hao's body was better and it could bring him more benefits, he really didn't dare.
If nothing else, even Chen Feng would not let him go.
"Still alive."
In one sentence, the stone hanging in Hu Shan's heart completely fell to the ground.
"It's good that I'm not dead, it's good that I'm not dead." He patted his chest, looking like he was still frightened.
"Clean up this time."
"Yes." Hu Shan got up from the ground on his hands and knees, went outside to get cleaning tools, and started cleaning quickly.
Chen Feng looked at Zhu Yinxiang on the ground, thinking about where he might have placed Han Hao's soul.
He had used his spiritual energy to search the room carefully no less than five times, inside and out, but could not find any clues.
Now if we want to know the news about Han Hao, we can only wait until Zhu Yinxiang wakes up.
After Hu Shan cleaned the room, Chen Feng looked at Zhu Yinxiang on the ground: "Wake him up."
Hu Shan nodded in agreement, looked at Zhu Yinxiang on the ground, and finally took a basin of cold water and poured it on his head without hesitation.
He wanted to give Zhu Yinxiang a kick, but he was afraid of making Chen Feng unhappy. Besides, if someone was kicked to death, he would also be killed.
"Ahem."
"Who!"
Zhu Yinxiang suddenly sat up from the ground, wiped the water from his face, and looked around fiercely.
When he saw Chen Feng, he couldn't help but tremble and his face turned pale.
"It turns out...it's you." Zhu Yinxiang smiled a little stiffly, but he felt awkward no matter how he looked at it.
"I think you know what to do." Chen Feng just looked at Zhu Yinxiang, his indifferent eyes like the unmelting ice at the bottom of the sea.
"I know, I know." Zhu Yinxiang wanted to refuse forcefully, but the horrific memories brought to him by Han Xuan Bingyan prevented him from saying such words.
"I'll take you there now." Zhu Yinxiang stood up with great effort, looking at his uninjured arm, but he didn't dare to touch it.
Because only he knows that the meat and bones inside are just a puddle of water, which are all supported by the skin and spiritual energy outside.
If it is punctured, his arm will be completely unprotected.
Zhu Yinxiang led the two of them down from the top floor to the morgue below.
As the door of the morgue was opened, a cold breath swept in, making people shiver.
"It's right inside." Zhu Yinxiang was the first to go in.