The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng carried Lao Huang in one hand and the young man in the other, running all the way, avoiding possible dangers along the way.

If he waited until the monsters approached before running, it would be too late, but Qin Feng relied on his keen perception and immediately changed direction before the danger approached.

In the heavy rain, Qin Feng's steps were firm, without any hesitation, he pulled the two people to avoid the crisis behind him and found an uninhabited cave.

Du Huaijiang said that there are many such caves in Shijian Mountain, some of which are naturally formed, and some are dug out by people as a place to live.

The cave they are in now should be artificially dug. There is a fire in the cave that has been extinguished for a long time. It seems that it has been there for some time.

When the boy saw the fire, he hesitated for a while, but Qin Feng had already entered first.

"It's raining heavily outside. The heavy rain will temporarily wash away our breath. Those 'natives' are not conscious and will only act according to instinct. They will not come to us on purpose."

"The fire here has spider webs. Even if the owner of the cave is still alive, he will not come back for a while."

"Hide here for a while."

This is the first time the boy and Qin Feng have met. He should be more cautious about strangers, but if Qin Feng hadn't pulled him before, he would have been crushed by the monsters.

Qin Feng didn't care whether he came in or not. After confirming that the surroundings were temporarily safe, he entered the cave first and put Lao Huang on the ground.

"Wow!"

Lao Huang just landed and vomited when he opened his mouth.

Seeing that he was in pain, Qin Feng didn't care about him for the time being, and lit the bonfire in the cave.

Although these bonfires had been damp for a long time, Qin Feng rubbed his fingers, and a flame flew to the already damp firewood, and the next moment the cave became bright.

It turned out that the sunny weather in Shijian Mountain yesterday was just a coincidence. Here, overcast clouds are the norm. It is gloomy most of the time, and thunderstorms fall from time to time.

It is still raining heavily outside. Qin Feng took off his outer robe and top and put them next to the fire to dry.

He looked at Old Huang who was vomiting and asked, "Are you okay?"

Old Huang finally recovered at this time. He leaned against the wall of the cave to relax, breathing heavily, and stared at Qin Feng with his eyeballs almost popping out.

"How dare you ask! I am an old man. I am almost broken after fighting with you for a day. If you ask me, you might as well leave me there and give me a quick death!"

Old Huang seemed to be very angry. He stared and cursed, and he seemed to be almost fainted.

When the young man saw Old Huang cursing like this, he shrank his head and dared not speak.

He could see that this old man had no skills, but this white-haired young man was very special.

If it weren't for him, they would have been caught up by the group of lunatics.

With this man's sharp perception, he didn't dare to determine how good this man's cultivation was.

This old man cursed as soon as he opened his mouth, isn't he afraid...

"Have you finished cursing?"

The boy was still thinking about it, Qin Feng had stood up and walked to Lao Huang.

The boy's pupils shrank, struggling in his heart whether to persuade him or not.

But before he could speak, he saw Qin Feng took out a porcelain bottle and threw it to Lao Huang: "You will feel better if you take the elixir in it. Also, your clothes are all wet, are you sure you don't want to take them off and bake them?"

Qin Feng himself was fine, but Lao Huang was so old, and he didn't have spiritual bones and spiritual power to rely on. After such a heavy rain, I'm afraid he will inevitably get sick.

But Old Huang poured out several pills from the porcelain bottle with an unhappy look on his face, and stuffed them all into his mouth without waiting for Qin Feng to stop him, muttering: "I'm in good health, don't worry about me!"

Qin Feng saw that he was unwilling to take off his clothes, so he didn't care and sat back in front of the fire.

At the last moment, he seemed to remember that there was someone here, and looked up at the boy: "What about you, don't you need to be roasted?"

Suddenly being called by Qin Feng, the boy was a little nervous and hurriedly said: "Me? OK, OK!"

After saying that, he quickly took off his clothes and put them next to the fire to roast.

It's always uncomfortable to wear wet clothes.

The three of them sat in front of the fire, and the boy hesitated for a while, but still said: "This brother, thank you so much just now!"

Qin Feng raised his eyes and glanced at the boy in front of him.

The boy looked only about 17 or 18 years old. Although in this era, 17 or 18 years old was already old enough to be the head of a family, the boy deliberately acted like an old man, which still made Qin Feng curl his lips slightly.

"Brother? I see that you are also a cultivator,I'm afraid you're not younger than me now, right?"

Realizing that Qin Feng was an ordinary person, the young man immediately explained: "No, no!"

He solemnly clasped his hands towards Qin Feng and introduced himself: "My name is Zhong Jiamu, I just turned seventeen this year, may I ask your surname?"

"Qin Feng." Qin Feng said lightly.

"It turns out to be Brother Qin!" Zhong Jiamu knew Qin Feng's name and thanked him again: "Brother Qin, it was a close call just now. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have died there!"

At this time, Qin Feng was interested in the young man in front of him, looking at him and said: "You are seventeen years old this year. I heard you say that you seem to have been here for a long time?"

"Yes, I came here five years ago." Facing his savior, Zhong Jiamu did not hide: "I was twelve years old that year, and my father brought me here, but he didn't get in in the end. "

When he said the last sentence, Zhong Jiamu's eyes did not show any sadness, but some happiness.

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows: "So you don't want your father to come in?"

Zhong Jiamu bit his lip and nodded heavily: "No, I don't want to go out either... No, at least I won't go out from here until I have the real ability to get rid of their control. "

It's easy to tell that this young man must have a difficult family.

Otherwise, how could a person who truly loves his child throw a twelve-year-old child to such a dangerous place?

But this is someone else's family affair, Qin Feng can't ask too much.

The two of them chatted for a while, and Qin Feng wanted to ask Zhong Jiamu how much he knew about the things on the mountain.

But at this time, a pungent odor penetrated his nose, and the smell was like a bucket of horse urine left in the sun for several days, rushing straight to his brain.

Qin Feng himself was fine, but Zhong Jiamu next to him was almost unable to open his eyes because of the sudden smell: "What is this smell?"

Qin Feng subconsciously turned his head: "Old Huang!"