Chapter 843 (1/2)

”We have explored the general orientation of the immortal ancient building. Miss didn't dare to act rashly. We plan to take the next step after you arrive.”

”It's rare for her to respect other people's opinions so much.” Li Qing pulled the corners of her mouth and shouted carelessly.

After walking a short and rugged mountain road, Li Qing finally saw a little light in front of him.

”Electricity?” Li Qing blinked, with a trace of surprise in her voice.

”We brought a generator,” Hu Feng replied. ”After all, the subsequent excavation also needs electricity. We are fully prepared.”

Hu Feng said, holding the strong light flashlight, shook it in the dark woods beside the path, and shouted, ”it's me. I just brought someone back! I'm in!”

Immediately after, a loud whistle sounded in the woods.

”Let's go.” Hu Feng waved to Li Qing and said with a smile.

Nodding gently, Li Qing followed Hu Feng and his party into the decadent village gate.

Hu Feng stretched out his hand and pointed to both sides: ”this is not a small stockade. It was originally estimated that there were nearly 1000 people and more than 300 families. We only sorted out this fairly good place for temporary residence. In this ghost weather in Longxi, we can only live in the stockade of guest people to keep away from moisture. If we set up a wild tent, the rain can diffuse into the quilt when we sleep. We really can't live.”

With a long introduction, Hu Feng suddenly stretched out his hand and said hello: ”ouch, old gun, haven't slept yet.”

Li Qing looked at it in his voice. He saw a thin man in his fifties leaning against the door smoking. He was naked, with coarse cloth pants under his knees. His waxy cheeks seemed to be covered with a thick layer of mud ash, and he could smell a smell of mud from a long distance.

”This is...” Li Qing sniffed, turned his head and looked at Gu Yue.

Hearing Hu Feng's greeting, the man called old gun also raised his eyelids and looked at Li Qing. He grinned and showed a row of big yellow teeth. He sneered: ”there are some young people who haven't lost their hair...”

The latter half of the sentence did not come out, but the strong contempt between the words was felt by anyone. Obviously, in the eyes of the old gun, these later people came here simply to give away their heads.

Hu Feng's face changed and waved at the old gun: ”your brain is rusty. These two are not mortals. Master Li, Miss Gu, told you.”