Douluo's Gourd

Both of them were soul masters with high levels of cultivation, even the heavy rain and the path almost covered by weeds could not slow down their progress.

Five minutes later, the village is within sight.

But as they got closer, Wang Xiaofeng and Ma Hongjun also discovered something strange about the village.

Although it is only three o'clock in the afternoon, due to the weather and the location in the deep mountains and old forests, the visibility of the light outside is no different from that at eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

However, in such a gloomy environment, the whole village has no light at all, which makes people feel puzzled and a little uneasy.

"Is this place already deserted?" Compared to Ma Hongjun, Wang Xiaofeng could see more clearly that the village in front of him was completely deserted, weeds were growing wildly on the passing road, and no one had walked by it for a long time.

The mud walls on both sides of the house closest to them were mottled, and the outer layer of waterproof wood was almost gone. You could see the lobby directly. Except for the slanted broken wooden table in the center of the lobby, there was no furniture.

"Forget it, we only need a place to shelter from the rain." Wang Xiaofeng looked at Ma Hongjun: "Just find a house that can shelter from the wind and rain, and we will leave after the storm passes."

"Okay." Faced with such a gloomy environment, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but flashed various supernatural stories in his mind, and felt a little scared, but in order not to lose face, he nodded bravely.

"Fatty, you won't be afraid."

"Who said that, I'm not afraid." Ma Hongjun seemed to want to prove himself, but he straightened his back and walked to the other side without looking back.

"Looks like Fatty has grown up too." This thought hadn't receded from Wang Xiaofeng's mind before Ma Hongjun's exclamation came from behind him: "Damn!"

As soon as Wang Xiaofeng turned his head, he saw a fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms flying towards him at a speed that didn't fit his body type, and he hid directly behind him and shivered.

"Feng, Brother Feng, there is something there!!"

Wang Xiaofeng patted him on the shoulder a little funny, the sound just now was obviously just the sound of old wooden boards being blown away by the storm.

"Fatty, that's all you have to offer."

Wang Xiaofeng took Ma Hongjun to start looking for a fairly complete house.

The whole village is not big, and soon, they found a barely complete wooden house in the middle of the village.

"That's it." Looking at the torrential rain that seemed to be getting worse, Wang Xiaofeng didn't bother to look for it, and directly led Ma Hongjun inside.

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Wang Xiaofeng looked at the mottled walls and the shabby house, and nodded, thinking that the old man might not have lied to them.

While thinking about it, Wang Xiaofeng and Ma Hongjun followed the old man out of this simple house, and came to the wooden house next to it that could barely be called a kitchen.

The old man deftly poured the collected rainwater into a few bamboo tubes in one corner, then packed the bamboo tubes and walked to the broken water tank in another corner, opened the bamboo weaving that covered it, and under the dull eyes of the two, they moved swiftly. climbed in.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaofeng hurried over, and as he expected, the broken water tank was really just a disguise, and there really was a passage below that could accommodate one person.

The old man stuck out his head from the broken water tank, "Oh, my son usually does these things, but unfortunately he was selected by that adult today, I hope he can come back safely."

The old man sighed, "Come with me." Saying that, the old man got into the broken water tank again.

Ma Hongjun raised his eyebrows at Wang Xiaofeng thoughtfully.

Knowing what he meant, Wang Xiaofeng shook his head lightly, expressing that there are too few clues at present, and it is impossible to easily judge that the three 'bandits' he met before have something to do with this old man.

The old man supported the ladder and went down slowly. Wang Xiaofeng went down the second time. His five senses, which were stronger than ordinary people, allowed him to maintain a certain fighting power even in a dark environment.

Ma Hongjun looked at the somewhat narrow tunnel for him, scratched his hair in distress, then, suddenly realized that he patted his head, the soul power in his body began to surge, and a purple soul ring suddenly rose from his feet.

The bright purple light flashed across the leaky kitchen, and after completing the transformation, Ma Hongjun blew the bangs on his forehead somewhat flirtatiously.

Then jumped into the dark passage, of course, he did not forget to put the lid on.

Wang Xiaofeng felt that this should be a tunnel, and felt the narrowness, darkness and dampness of the tunnel as soon as he went down.

The huge underground passage has long been blocked by silt, and there is no strange smell other than the damp smell.

Obviously this underground passage has been used for a long time, a few dilapidated and faded lamps hung at both ends, and the wicks soaked in a little sesame oil cast a faint yellow halo around, barely illuminating the passage that barely allowed two people to walk at the same time.First @@@

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