Chapter 3327： Black beads

"We've already answered this question before, so I'll say it again." After that, Wang Feng took a deep breath, and then he moved out the sentence that the tortoise shell said earlier.

"I am your father!"

Speaking of this, Wang Feng shook his head again and again, saying: "No, I should be the father of your group."

"you……."

Hearing Wang Feng's words, the middle-aged man only felt a boundless sense of humiliation sweeping over his body, and then he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood, and directly spouted a mouthful of blood.

"I'll give you another chance to move out from here in half an hour. If not, all the people who remain will become corpses."

"This is our home, even if we die, we won't leave."

"Since I don't leave, it's easy to talk about." Wang Feng's cultivation erupted while he was speaking, and he immediately used his tyrannical strength to block the entire mansion.

"Come here for you."

The mansion has been sealed up. No matter what happens inside, there will be no discoveries outside, so how could Wang Feng hesitate? He immediately detained the middle-aged man in front of him and searched for his soul. The technique unfolds.

The old man Wang Feng had forgotten to search for his soul last time. Otherwise, why would he waste so much effort now, but now this middle-aged man does not want to have such a good opportunity.

If he is willing to cooperate with Wang Feng, it doesn't matter if Wang Feng keeps him alive, because a monk in the middle of the Blood Saint Realm is not threatening to him at all.

But since he chose not to cooperate, Wang Feng can only come in a tough way.

Under the soul search technique, the middle-aged man uttered a terrible scream, and he heard that all the people around him had back typhoid fever, as if there were bursts of cold coming from under their feet.

"The chance to survive has been given to you, but if you don't know how to cherish it, then don't blame me."

While talking, Wang Feng was looking at his soul memory over and over again, causing this person to scream constantly.

It's just that Wang Feng has long been immune to this kind of voice, and there is no mood swing at all, and he can't find the news he needs. Then this middle-aged man is of no use to him.

"Sure enough, it's useless."

Looking through the memories of this middle-aged man almost, Wang Feng found nothing useful.

And before this person came to this mansion, he didn't even know the old man, just the people who came from behind, the people who joined this power.

So how could this old man know what he has done before and where he has been.

"Wasting my time."

Holding the middle-aged man's head, Wang Feng directly threw him aside, allowing him to struggle and convulse.

Since there was no useful clue from the middle-aged man's memory, Wang Feng didn't need to waste any effort on him. At this moment, he walked toward the depths of the mansion.

He is going to look inside the old man's residence.

The influence of this old man is not a family style, but a master who has been snatched from everywhere, so in order to prevent outsiders from entering the old man's residence, the old man set up a powerful ban on his residence.

Except that he can enter and leave his residence, no one can even get close.

So even if he has fallen now, his subordinates cannot enter his house, which is convenient for Wang Feng and the turtle shell.

Because other people can't get into his house, it shows that everything in it is still very well preserved. If there are any clues in it, then Wang Feng's trip is not a waste of time.

"Turtle shell, shouldn't this prohibition be a challenge for you?" Wang Feng asked looking at the turtle shell.

"What do you think?" Hearing Wang Feng's words, a smile appeared on the tortoise shell's face, and then he raised his hand and pressed it against the restriction.

Under this palm, this prohibition was like paper, it was torn in an instant, completely unable to stop Wang Feng and the turtle shell.

"Look at what kind of hole cards this old guy has." Wang Feng said in his mouth, and then he took the lead in walking towards the old man's house.

Just when he opened the door, Wang Feng suddenly turned his head, and then an arrow galloped past his neck.

This old guy not only set a heavy ban on his residence, but also arranged a backhand in this room. If anyone comes in stupidly, I am afraid that he will be shot on the spot.

Wang Feng could see that there was a poisonous smear on that arrow. If anyone was hit, he would have to lose half his life if he didn't die.

The furnishings in this old guy's room are very simple. There is not even a bed, only a futon for meditation. The monks don't need to sleep, so it makes no difference whether there is a bed or not.

In addition to this bed, the others are also some bottles and cans, which are filled with some pills. After all, they are powerhouses at the late stage of the Blood Saint Realm, and he has many things that he should have.

"What is this?" Just when Wang Feng searched this room, he suddenly saw a pitch-black bead on a shelf, which looked very ordinary on the surface.

But since this old guy put this thing on the shelf, it will definitely not be anything ordinary, so Wang Feng walked towards this bead.

Just as he walked, Wang Feng suddenly felt that the scenery in front of him had become dazed, and the beads had actually begun to affect his mind.

Vaguely, Wang Feng seemed to see a cave appearing in front of his eyes. The cave revealed weirdness, emitting a fascinating purple light, and it looked very strange.

Wang Feng wanted to walk in and take a look.

Just before he walked in, he was suddenly caught by a hand and pulled him back and forth. Of course, this person was a tortoise shell.

This tortoise shell is so close to Wang Feng, now seeing Wang Feng walking forward in a daze, this tortoise shell naturally understands that Wang Feng must have fallen into a certain illusion, so he will drag Wang Feng back.

If the tortoise shell couldn't save Wang Feng from such a close distance, then he would really be sorry for his later cultivation of the Blood Saint Realm.

"What's wrong with you." Looking at Wang Feng, the turtle shell asked.

"I don't know, it seems that there is an illusion in front of me." Wang Feng said.

"Could it be because of the black bead?" Hearing Wang Feng's words, the tortoise shell showed a strange color. The black bead looked ordinary, but it could affect Wang Feng's mind. Surprised him.

"When I approached this black bead, I only felt that a mysterious door appeared in front of my eyes, and a purple light was revealed inside. I wanted to go in and take a look."

"What a ghost." Hearing Wang Feng's words, the tortoise shell was even more puzzling.

A bead is so weird, how can this old guy put the bead in this room?

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