Mu Feng is no stranger to the masked man, and now that he sees him again here, he doesn’t know if the masked man himself has come here, or if the evil ghost mask is not just one person.
From this point of view, the masked man's status in Wutian is not just a red robe.
Mu Feng thought silently in his heart.
Qianlongyuan is a dangerous place in the demon world. It is very dangerous. Even many demon warriors keep it secret and dare not enter.
But it happened to be here that the Wutian monks built a branch hall. With the danger here, they could avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.
There is a tribe dozens of miles outside Qianlongyuan, called the Iron Rock Tribe. The tribe is not big, with only two to three hundred people, men, women, old and young.
Moreover, living outside Qianlongyuan, the living environment is also very harsh, but because this is their ancestral land, they have lived here for generations and are unwilling to move.
Mu Feng took the lead in bringing Achim and others to the Black Rock Tribe by virtue of exploring his memory.
As soon as he entered the tribe, the leader and priests of the tribe hurriedly greeted him with smiles on their faces. ??
"My Lord Count, why are you here? If anything happens, just tell me."
The leader was smiling all over his face at this time, and he seemed to have known Achim for a long time. Although there was a huge difference in status, there was not much sense of separation.
Other people in the tribe also ran out one after another, whether they were men, women, or even children, they all greeted him warmly.
Before this, Achim had funded the Black Rock Tribe a lot, allowing them to survive in such a dangerous place.
"Jie Ding, don't worry, we are just here to do something."
Achim responded with a smile, then moved closer to Mu Feng and asked in a low voice: "Boy, why did you bring me here? Why don't you tell me in advance."
Mu Feng smiled slightly: "Of course there are people from the Wutian Organization hiding here."
"oh?"
Achim couldn't help but be shocked: "Who is it? Find out quickly, I will kill him with my own hands!"
Mu Feng shook his head: "Let's reminisce about the past, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it at all."
Although Achim was doubtful, he didn't say anything and continued chatting with the leader Jieding. Soon they arrived in front of the leader's house, and at this time almost everyone in the village was surrounding him.
There were smiles on their faces. Although everyone looked very rough and their clothes were made of coarse linen, everyone seemed to be very happy.
Mu Feng sighed deeply. He was the only one who knew what these people were.
Achim thought that someone in the tribe had fallen into Wutian's minions, but in fact, the entire Iron Rock tribe had fallen into the devil's path!
They stayed in the tribe and pretended that nothing happened, but in fact they just wanted to be the eyes and ears of the Wutianfen Hall in Qianlongyuan. If anyone came here, they would pass the news to the branch hall in advance.
Mu Feng scanned the crowd. On the surface, there was no flaw at all. This was the method that Wutian's people were best at using. As long as they didn't take the initiative to expose themselves, it was impossible to tell them apart from their appearance.
Several children were looking at Achim, their eyes full of admiration and adoration, as if they regarded Achim as their idol.
But deep in their eyes, there was a trace of malice that didn't belong to children.
Several members of the attack team spread out and stood Around him, Mu Feng sat on the steps of the house and waved to a child.
The child frowned, but still came to Mu Feng obediently.
"Uncle, are you also a member of the attack team? But you look so small."
Mu Feng was not angry at being laughed at by a child. After all, his size was indeed considered small among the demon clan.
"Hey, I'm not from the attack team. Do you like them very much?"
As he spoke, he pulled the child in front of him, placed his palm on the child's head without any trace, and instantly displayed the power of Waste!
Children are not very old, and their memories are very rare, so Mu Feng quickly found the memory he wanted.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" The child couldn't help but ask when he saw Mu Feng's melancholy look.
Mu Feng looked at him, shook his head and sighed: "They don't even let the children go. What a bunch of beasts. It's been too long, even the immortal stone has no effect at all."
There were bursts of surprise deep in the child's eyes: "Uncle, what are you talking about?"
Mu Feng pretended to hold the child in his arms and whispered: "Stop pretending, I know who you all are."
The child was stunned for a moment, and then laughed lowly in Mu Feng's ear: "So what if you know, do you dare to kill me? Achim is right here. If you dare to touch a finger on us, he will kill us."
Take your life."
"By the way, Black Moon Luolong!"
Mu Feng's heart sank to the bottom. He originally didn't want to believe that even children could fall into the devil's path, but now it seemed that things were going against his wishes.
Once they fall into the devil's path, they completely lose themselves, as if their souls have been replaced by others, cruel, bloodthirsty, and emotionless.
Mu Feng pushed the child away and smiled bitterly: "You are right, I can't do anything to you now."
"Haha, it seems that in front of the earl, you are just a coward. If you have the ability, just say it and see if the earl believes you or us."
The child showed a cruel sneer, looking confident.
As long as they don't take the initiative to expose their flaws, even if they are killed, they will still look completely normal, so they don't worry at all that Mu Feng will expose them.
Mu Feng stood up, ignored the child, and walked aside.
At this time, the child told the story about Mu Feng's discovery of them. Several warriors from the Iron Salt Tribe immediately focused on Mu Feng. They followed Mu Feng away from the place and walked to the side.
Mu Feng seemed to be walking around the village at will, but in fact he was observing silently. Soon, he saw a house with herbs and the shriveled organs of unknown gods and demons hanging in front of the door.
There was also a strange smell coming from the house.
Mu Feng was very familiar with this smell. This was a house belonging to a priest. When he was in the Black Moon tribe, he often consulted the priest because he was already familiar with this smell.
He wanted to step forward, but several demon warriors suddenly rushed over and blocked him.
"This is the priest's room, you can't enter!"
Mu Feng smiled: "Are you afraid of revealing your secret? Your priest is in the room, delivering news to the branch hall of Wutian Organization."
In the house, the priest stood on the spot, holding a crutch. In front of him was a basin of water. The water was covered with a layer of green mist, and on the water, a face that did not belong to the priest appeared! Mu Feng was not satisfied with the masked man.
It's not unfamiliar, but now I see it here again. I don't know if the masked man himself has come here, or if the evil ghost mask is not just one person.
From this point of view, the masked man's status in Wutian is not just a red robe.
Mu Feng thought silently in his heart.
Qianlongyuan is a dangerous place in the demon world. It is very dangerous. Even many demon warriors keep it secret and dare not enter.
But it happened to be here that the Wutian monks built a branch hall. With the danger here, they could avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.
There is a tribe dozens of miles outside Qianlongyuan, called the Iron Rock Tribe. The tribe is not big, with only two to three hundred people, men, women, old and young.
Moreover, living outside Qianlongyuan, the living environment is also very harsh, but because this is their ancestral land, they have lived here for generations and are unwilling to move.
Mu Feng took the lead in bringing Achim and others to the Black Rock Tribe by virtue of exploring his memory.
As soon as he entered the tribe, the leader and priests of the tribe hurriedly greeted him with smiles on their faces.
"My Lord Earl, why are you here? If you need anything, just say it." ??
The leader was smiling all over his face at this time, and he seemed to have known Achim for a long time. Although there was a huge difference in status, there was not much sense of separation.
Other people in the tribe also ran out one after another, whether they were men, women, or even children, they all greeted him warmly.
Before this, Achim had funded the Black Rock Tribe a lot, allowing them to survive in such a dangerous place.
"Jie Ding, don't worry, we are just here to do something."
Achim responded with a smile, then moved closer to Mu Feng and asked in a low voice: "Boy, why did you bring me here? Why don't you tell me in advance."
Mu Feng smiled slightly: "Of course there are people from the Wutian Organization hiding here."
"oh?"
Achim couldn't help but be shocked: "Who is it? Find out quickly, I will kill him with my own hands!"
Mu Feng shook his head: "Let's reminisce about the past, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it at all."
Although Achim was doubtful, he didn't say anything and continued chatting with the leader Jieding. Soon they arrived in front of the leader's house, and at this time almost everyone in the village was surrounding him.
There were smiles on their faces. Although everyone looked very rough and their clothes were made of coarse linen, everyone seemed to be very happy.
Mu Feng sighed deeply. He was the only one who knew what these people were.
Achim thought that someone in the tribe had fallen into Wutian's minions, but in fact, the entire Iron Rock tribe had fallen into the devil's path!
They stayed in the tribe and pretended that nothing happened, but in fact they just wanted to be the eyes and ears of the Wutianfen Hall in Qianlongyuan. If anyone came here, they would pass the news to the branch hall in advance.
Mu Feng scanned the crowd. On the surface, there was no flaw at all. This was the method that Wutian's people were best at using. As long as they didn't take the initiative to expose themselves, it was impossible to tell them apart from their appearance.
Several children were looking at Achim, their eyes full of admiration and adoration, as if they regarded Achim as their idol.
But deep in their eyes, there was a trace of malice that didn't belong to children.
Several members of the attack team spread out and stood Around him, Mu Feng sat on the steps of the house and waved to a child.
The child frowned, but still came to Mu Feng obediently.
"Uncle, are you also a member of the attack team? But you look so small."
Mu Feng was not angry at being laughed at by a child. After all, his size was indeed considered small among the demon clan.
"Hey, I'm not from the attack team. Do you like them very much?"
As he spoke, he pulled the child in front of him, placed his palm on the child's head without any trace, and instantly displayed the power of Waste!
Children are not very old, and their memories are very rare, so Mu Feng quickly found the memory he wanted.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" The child couldn't help but ask when he saw Mu Feng's melancholy look.
Mu Feng looked at him, shook his head and sighed: "They don't even let the children go. What a bunch of beasts. It's been too long, even the immortal stone has no effect at all."
There were bursts of surprise deep in the child's eyes: "Uncle, what are you talking about?"
Mu Feng pretended to hold the child in his arms and whispered: "Stop pretending, I know who you all are."
The child was stunned for a moment, and then laughed lowly in Mu Feng's ear: "So what if you know, do you dare to kill me? Achim is right here. If you dare to touch a finger on us, he will kill us."
Take your life."
"By the way, Black Moon Luolong!"
Mu Feng's heart sank to the bottom. He originally didn't want to believe that even children could fall into the devil's path, but now it seemed that things were going against his wishes.
Once they fall into the devil's path, they completely lose themselves, as if their souls have been replaced by others, cruel, bloodthirsty, and emotionless.
Mu Feng pushed the child away and smiled bitterly: "You are right, I can't do anything to you now."
"Haha, it seems that in front of the earl, you are just a coward. If you have the ability, just say it and see if the earl believes you or us."
The child showed a cruel sneer, looking confident.
As long as they don't take the initiative to expose their flaws, even if they are killed, they will still look completely normal, so they don't worry at all that Mu Feng will expose them.
Mu Feng stood up, ignored the child, and walked aside.
At this time, the child told the story about Mu Feng's discovery of them. Several warriors from the Iron Salt Tribe immediately focused on Mu Feng. They followed Mu Feng away from the place and walked to the side.
Mu Feng seemed to be walking around the village at will, but in fact he was observing silently. Soon, he saw a house with herbs and the shriveled organs of unknown gods and demons hanging in front of the door.
There was also a strange smell coming from the house.
Mu Feng was very familiar with this smell. This was a house belonging to a priest. When he was in the Black Moon tribe, he often consulted the priest because he was already familiar with this smell.
He wanted to step forward, but several demon warriors suddenly rushed over and blocked him.
"This is the priest's room, you can't enter!"
Mu Feng smiled: "Are you afraid of revealing your secret? Your priest is in the room, delivering news to the branch hall of Wutian Organization."
In the house, the priest stood on the spot, holding a crutch. In front of him was a basin of water. The water was covered with a layer of green mist, and on the water, a human face that did not belong to the priest appeared!