In the underground crack station, a building with gray walls and a flat roof that looked like a temple, Tang Jiuyi was leaning on a Taishi chair made of ice silk nan, his right fingers gently tapping the armrest, making a soft sound. ring.
There was a flying talisman letter on the table next to him.
The book only contained a few simple words: "Kill Qiu Zhifeng."
The letter was sent from the Shenlong Guild Elder's House, and the condition given was that he would be allowed to return to the Shenlong Guild after the matter was completed.
It must have been more than two years since I went back to the Shenlong Club.
Tang Jiuyi closed his eyes slightly and exhaled softly.
He was really fed up with this place where spiritual energy was lacking and birds didn't lay eggs.
He had been demoted to this damn place for violating the rules of the society.
With his tenacious fighting spirit, he became the longest living person in the underground crack station, and naturally became the number one person in the station.
Living with evil spirits every day and seeing people around him being devoured by evil spirits every day, he was really about to collapse.
He vowed that as long as there was a little hope of going back, he would not give up.
This time, the opportunity finally came.
"Qiu Zhifeng."
Tang Jiuyi muttered silently, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
This time, Lin Feng and the others were not harassed.
After two days of trekking, they finally reached the underground fissure area.
Along the way, Lin Feng noticed a detail.
The more chaotic and underground cracks he walked, the fewer monsters he saw.
At first, Lin Feng didn't understand what was going on.
Finally, he discovered the amount of spiritual energy in the air.
It gets lower and lower, and by the time it reaches the underground crack area, the aura of the air is close to zero.
"It's really a place with poor spiritual energy."
Lin Feng was very helpless.
People who entered this place could hardly practice, and they had to face demons that broke through the restrictions every day.
No wonder no one wanted to come to the underground cracks.
The land of chaos is the place where the imperial dynasty is exiled, and the underground cracks are the place where the land of chaos is exiled.
Because they are not blessed by spiritual energy, the plants in the underground crack area look less lush than other places.
It is not winter yet, and the leaves are almost gone.
The whole sky looks yellow, as if covered with a layer of yellow gauze.
The air was filled with an aura of desolation and decadence.
From a distance, I saw many buildings standing on the desert plains.
These buildings were very special.
They all had gray walls and flat roofs and looked like temples.
But Lin Feng's feeling is that it is more like coffins placed on the desert plain, coffins containing living people.
There are thirty buildings in total, one of which is the largest, twice as big as the others.
They form a standard circle in the desert, and there is a small crack in the open space in front of each house.
These cracks seem very small, and it seems that you can fill them with some sand.
But when you actually fill them, you will find that no matter how much sand you put in, you can't fill the small cracks.
If you put a big stone in a crack, you will wake up the next day and find that the huge stone has disappeared.
When he arrived at the station, Lin Feng found a person who explained his identity, and then asked where to report.
The man pointed expressionlessly at the tall building in his heart that looked like a temple and a coffin, and then went about his business.
"It's so inhumane.
I walked all this way and went through all kinds of hardships to get here, and you have this kind of attitude.
It's okay if you don't express welcome.
You have to lead the way and help introduce me.
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I'm also a colleague in the future.
I'll do it again in the future.
We have to fight side by side," Tai Lung complained as he walked.
"No one here cares about other people's life or death."
Luo Hai said calmly.
He always gave people the impression of being calm and few words.
"Their bodies are full of the smell of decadence."
Gou Dehuan raised his right hand and rubbed his nose with the back of his index finger, "The smell is very unpleasant."
"Maybe they can't see hope."
Lin Feng looked at the tall building with gray walls and flat roof, which looked particularly abrupt against the contrast of those small buildings.
Passing through the gravel path, we soon arrived in front of the tall building.
The door was open, and there were several small windows in the wall that were very inconsistent with the house.
Some simple line patterns were carved on the flat eaves.
The four corners are carved with four evil beasts.
The seven people did not dare to rush in.
Lin Feng clasped his fists and shouted at the door, "Dragon Fight, Dragon Hall disciple Qiu Zhifeng and the other seven people are here to report."
No one answered inside, so Lin Feng raised his voice a little more, "Seven people including Lin Feng, a disciple of the Shenlong Battle Dragon Hall, are here to report."
Still no answer inside.
"Let me go in and take a look."
Tai Long was impatient.
He raised his legs and was about to enter when a voice came from behind, "You are new here."
Lin Feng and the others looked over and saw a man in his late twenties and late twenties walking over.
This man was wearing a blue shirt and had a handsome appearance, with a sharp look between his brows.
Lin Feng and the others hurriedly clasped their fists and said, "Shenlong will fight against the wind of revenge in Longtang."
"Tyrone" "Luo Hai" "Gou Dehuan" "Tu'erling" "Sun Cheng" "Zhao Ruoxi" "Come and report."
"Qiu Zhifeng."
The man in blue shirt swept Lin Feng's body, then nodded, put his hands behind his back and stepped into the hall.
He sat down on the ice silk Nan Taishi chair and said, "Come in."
"Humph, you're so arrogant."
Tai Long muttered softly.
Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder, and the seven people walked into the door.
"Have you brought your books?"
Tang Jiuyi said calmly.
Lin Feng handed the book that Zhan Longtang had given them.
Tang Jiuyi looked at it and put the book on the table, "When we come to the station, I need to explain something clearly to you.
Everyone who comes here has the same purpose.
That is In order to protect the restrictions here from being destroyed by evil spirits, there is no longer any distinction between forces here.
Whether it is the Dragon Society, the Holy Cao Hall, the Blood Shadow Sect or the Buyi Gang, you have been temporarily separated from the original forces since you arrived here.
You can only hear one voice, and that is my voice.
What you want is absolute obedience, do you understand?"
"Understood."
Lin Feng and the others responded.
Tang Jiu nodded, obviously very satisfied with their answers.
He walked into the east room, took out seven wooden plaques, and handed them to Lin Feng and the others, "You can find the answer according to the numbers on these wooden plaques."
The house is where you will live from now on.
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Lin Feng and the others took the wooden plaques, and a chill spread from the wooden plaques to their whole bodies through their fingers.
These wooden plaques were all made of ice silk nanmu, with different numbers written on each surface.
Lin Feng looked at his own and saw "Eleven" written on it.
Tailong is "eight", Luo Hai is "nine", Sun Cheng is "twenty", Gou Dehuan is "sixteen", Tu'erling is "twenty-nine", and Zhao Ruoxi is "fourteen".
"Okay, nothing happens.
You can go down."
Tang Jiuyi closed his eyes and gave the order to expel the guests.
The seven people resigned and looked for their respective houses according to the numbers on the wooden signs.
Although there are thirty rooms in the house, each room is separated by a certain distance, and the number of rooms is not determined according to rules.
Lin Feng found room "11" after asking several times.
Room No. 11 is exactly twice the size of the big house in No. 1, but the structure of the house is the same.
The flat eaves are engraved with the same lines, and there are also four evil-suppressing beasts on the four corners.
Small windows, square doors, no matter how you look at it, you will think of a smaller coffin.
Lin Feng didn't understand how the house here could be like this.
Entering the house, there was no one inside.
There were two rooms in the house.
The east room had a bed and the west room had two beds.
One of the beds was empty and there was no bedding on it.
Thinking about it, it should be me.
When he was asleep, he took out the bedding and made the bed.
Looking at the sky, it was only after noon and still early before dark.
Lin Feng walked out of the room and came to the door of No. 11.
A crack as wide as a finger seemed to extend from the horizon, and the end was facing the main line of the door, as if it was about to split the house in half.
And the crack passed through the threshold and ended abruptly in the center of the house.
Lin Feng squatted down and put his hand on the crack.
He just inserted his palm sideways.
The crack was dark.
When he put his palm in, he felt a cold air coming out.
He didn't feel anything at first, but he let it go.
After a long time, there was a biting cold.
Lin Feng experimented for a while and suddenly felt an illusion.
The crack seemed to be widening, like a mouth slowly opening.
"What are you doing?"
A voice came from behind, and at the same time a black hand slapped his hand stretched out in the crack, and slapped his hand out.
He saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy standing next to him.
He had dark skin, short, loose hair, but sharp and clear eyes.
He was gnawing on a steamed bun in his left hand.
"Hey, you're new here."
The young man raised his jaw slightly, and his words were a bit slurred from chewing the steamed buns.
Lin Feng pressed his hands on his knees, stood up, and smiled at the young man with his fists clasped in his hands, "Shenlong meets Longtang, Qiu Zhifeng."
The young man nodded without announcing his name.
He looked inside the room and said, "Both bastards Chen Fang and Qian Liu are not here."
Lin Feng guessed that the young man might be talking about the other two people living in Room 11, so he shook his head.
The young man said a vague "Oh" and turned around.
After walking a few steps, he looked back at Lin Feng and said, "If you don't want to die so early, don't touch that crack."
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After saying that, he scratched his short, disheveled hair with his right hand.
Suddenly a gray mist floated up.
He held the steamed bun in his left hand and shook it in the air to drive away the gray mist.
He then put the steamed bun into his mouth, took a bite and left.
Seeing the young man's domineering and arrogant way of eating steamed buns, Lin Feng thought that he might be able to save a dinner tonight.
The young man didn't walk for long, but he turned back and looked at the winged lion next to Lin Feng who was wearing a circle of makeup and said, "Besides, your lion is pretty good."
Then, he really left.
I also think it's pretty good.
Lin Feng looked at the listless sad heart and smiled.
His "sweetheart" had already hid in the God King's Ring, and Lin Feng couldn't even call her out.
Then the lion kept drawing circles on the ground obediently.
There was no one in the room, and the other houses were far away.
Lin Feng felt really bored, so he patted the Winged Lion and said, "Get up, let's go out and play for a while." aa2705221: