Countryside Magic Doctor

"Do you think you have any choice but to cooperate with me in this situation?"

For a moment, he Feng was stunned there.

Poor Qi's rhetorical question just caught his life at once. Yes, now what's the way out except cooperating with him?

But he still didn't give up and said to poor Qi, "don't be wordy. We will find a way out. Don't pay attention to him, old man. Let's go inside and maybe find a way out!"

"Don't worry!" misty son said suddenly.

He moved forward slowly, as if to test poor Qi's patience, approached his body to a place that poor Qi couldn't touch, and then carefully observed the poor Qi in front of him, and suddenly burst out laughing: "I really overestimate you. I've been in a place with so much aura for so many years. Instead of improving my strength, I've declined to this point. I don't know what you've been doing these years?"

"Do you mean he is very weak now?" He Feng opened his mouth and asked. Misty son nodded. He stretched out his finger and pointed to the poor Qi in front of him and said, "so it is the four fierce beasts in ancient times, but the word beast in his name means that we can judge his strength with some experience of observing wild animals."

"Can you do that?" He Feng was surprised.

"Why not?" said piaomizi. "One is all. In my opinion, these are the same. If you look at his fur carefully, you will find something unusual."

After listening to Misty son's words, he Feng also looked up. Sure enough, he only saw the poor man. His thick hair looked messy, dry and dry without any oily light. It formed wisps by wisps, and the color was not very bright, just like the hair of malnourished people or animals.

Moreover, he noticed that poor Qi seemed very thin, and his exposed skin was dry and cracked, just like a mummy buried in the sand. All this was not consistent with his reputation as an ancient divine beast.

"I see!" He Feng suddenly realized and said. He glanced around and walked to a skeleton. He stepped on the skeleton's bones. The sound of crackling bones came out, but he saw that among the scattered bones that had been stepped on were dried bone marrow.

Obviously, the owner of these bones has been dead for a long time.

Thousands of years!

Looking at poor Qi's weak appearance in front of him, he Feng roughly guessed the result. With such abundant aura, poor Qi can't be a lazy guy. After all, laziness also needs cost. If you have no worries about food and clothing, you can be lazy and make your life a little more comfortable.

But if life hangs on the line, you may die at any time. I'm afraid no one will continue to be lazy? Unless this person has broken the pot and doesn't intend to live!

So there is only one result. Poor Qi can't practice through the aura between heaven and earth!

Thinking of the situation when they went in, poor Qi wanted to swallow them. The place he bit was his own skull. He Feng suddenly realized it. He laughed and said to the misty son: "old man, you should be right. You haven't been supplemented for thousands of years. I'm afraid even he can't support it?"

"Yes, for thousands of years!" misty nodded.

"What nonsense, the four great beasts in ancient times, after so many years of erosion, you are now just a body that looks more powerful. As for strength, I think there is little left except those who can scare people, or your coercion many years ago!" He Feng laughed and said.

He suddenly pulled out the Xuanyuan sword and walked slowly towards poor Qi. He saw the trembling of poor Qi's Xuanyuan sword, as if he had seen his friends for many years excited, or the blood thirsty cells in his body were activated. The whole body was shining with golden light, which shone around. He Feng looked around with this light, but he saw that it was distributed in eight directions according to the eight trigrams There is an iron chain hanging on the wall of the cave.

The statues of the four sacred animals, the green dragon, the white tiger and the basaltic rosefinch, are located in the four directions respectively. Under the statues, there is a thick chain with a bowl mouth, which extends here to bind the poverty and suppress it to the town. The sculptures of the four sacred statues have been covered with dust, but they still firmly imprison the poverty and wonder.

At this time, he Feng had another question.

Instead of directly shooting at the poor stranger, he raised his sword and asked, "I'm very surprised. Why are fierce beasts like you suppressed instead of killed?"

"I tell you, can you let me go?" poor Qi asked.

He Feng shook his head and joked about letting poor Qi go. How could he do such a stupid thing? Even if today's poor Qi is extremely weak, he Feng is not sure that he can get rid of him if he loses his shackles. If he is allowed to return to the world, the disaster to the world will be huge. This is also he Feng Feng can't afford the responsibility.

He would never choose to do so.

"Since I'm not going to release it, I want to ask something from my mouth. Do you think it's possible? Do you think it's fair? Do you think I'm easy to bully? I think I'm the four fierce beasts in ancient times. I finally fell under your sword and have to accept your questions and humiliation before I die?" Poor Qi crawled on the ground and said in an extremely lazy tone. He seemed tired and looked at life and death. He stretched out his neck and waited for the butcher's knife to cut down and end his evil life.

"I don't think so!" He Feng shook his head and said, "I just wonder why, like all kinds of myths and legends, bad guys are often sealed rather than directly killed in fairy Xia stories. What's the matter? Let's take you as an analogy. You're poor and strange and do less evil in your life? In the end, it's just a life imprisonment. Is this fair compared with those who die?"

"Of course it's not fair!" misty son sighed.

"When dealing with his Xuanwu rosefinch, he did as much bad things as he did. They were all the same kind of people. Maybe they were still friends. Naturally, they would not be so heavy. Even if the other party was the worst, it would be the seal at most." piaomizi said.

"Oh, like those rescued goblins in journey to the West!" He Feng suddenly realized.

The misty son next to him nodded heavily and then said, "yes, that's right. It's been thousands of years. No matter what the world is like, it's still like this in the end. Anyway, I've seen a lot and I'm a little tired!"

"What does this mean?" He Feng was a little confused. He looked more and tired. How could he be like a dying old man explaining his afterlife?