C999 Bewitchment

After an unknown period of time, Qing Feng, who had fallen to the ground, slowly opened his eyes. There was confusion in his eyes.

He remembered that the assassin was attacking him. At that time, he was having a splitting headache. He couldn't remember what happened after that. Now, he didn't know whether he was still alive or dead.

He sat up from the ground and found that he wasn't injured. The place where he was attacked by the assassin was miraculously cured. He didn't feel any damage.

"What is going on?" Qing Feng looked at his hands in confusion. Then he realized that he was still where he was before. At this moment, he suddenly woke up.

[I am still alive, and I am still at the same place. Where is the assassin?]

Qingfeng looked around and finally saw the man who was going to kill him under a big tree in front of him. The man was lying there with his eyes wide open, motionless.

"What happened?" Qing Feng stepped forward and touched the killer's nose. He was even more confused when he realized that the killer was really dead and was no longer breathing.

He clearly remembered that the assassin had tried to kill him before he had passed out, but when he woke up, nothing had happened to him. Instead, the assassin had died, and it seemed as if he had died with his eyes open.

Qing Feng couldn't understand what had happened after he passed out, but at least he was still alive. The assassin was also dead. Nobody would threaten his life anymore.

He looked at the sky and found that it was already the afternoon. He had lost consciousness only in the morning, which meant he hadn't been unconscious for a long time.

"Damn it! Zi Lan!" Qing Feng thought of Zi Lan. He had told Zi Lan to wait for him until dawn. This was originally a lie to protect Zi Lan, and he had never thought that he would be able to survive.

But now that he was really alive and the assassin was dead, he would have to go find Zi Lan. He didn't know if Zi Lan was still waiting for him.

Thinking about this, Qing Feng did not care too much about it and directly ran towards the place where he and Zi Lan were originally hiding.

When he arrived at the destination, he discovered that Zi Lan had disappeared.

"Zi Lan! I'm back. Where are you?" Qing Feng checked the place where he had been hiding earlier, and when he did not find Zi Lan, he started to shout out loud, thinking that Zi Lan was still nearby.

"Zi Lan!" However, no matter how much he shouted, he did not get a response from Zi Lan, which made him anxious.

He did not know where Zi Lan had gone to and he was worried about Zi Lan alone at all.

After Qing Feng looked around for a while, he finally understood that Zi Lan might have left by herself when she realized that he had not returned after dawn. She should be heading south now.

Because they had always been heading towards the south, their goal was to find Zi Lan's parents. Thinking of this, Qing Feng was about to chase after them towards the south.

However, just as he took a step forward, he stopped. He seemed to have thought of something, and the expression on his face changed.

He looked at the dead body of the assassin and made up his mind. He didn't run to the south. Instead, he went back to the dead body of the assassin.

In fact, Qing Feng's thought process was very simple. Before he came into contact with the cultivator, he did not feel anything. However, after what happened last night, Qing Feng knew the difference between a normal person and a cultivator.

To put it more bluntly, ordinary people like him were like ants to cultivators. They could be crushed to death if they wanted to.

It was precisely because of this that Qing Feng knew that he would probably meet other cultivators in the future, and no one could guarantee that he and Zi Lan would not meet good people in a state of vigilance. Qing Feng felt that the cultivator would definitely have some kind of cultivation method, although he did not remember his previous identity.

But he always felt that he could step onto the path of a cultivator, so he wanted to find some sort of cultivation method from the assassin, so that he could become a cultivator, so that he could protect himself and Zi Lan.

Soon Qing Feng was standing next to the killer's body. The killer's eyes were still wide with horror, as if he had seen something terrible.

Qing Feng didn't know what had happened to the killer. He didn't know what had happened after he lost consciousness, but he didn't think about it. He walked over to the killer's body and reached into his arms.

"Hmm?" He found the red gemstone in the killer's pocket and took it out.

He stared at the red gem. He hadn't been able to see it clearly at night, but now that he looked at it again, he could feel something special about it. He saw something like words in it, but he didn't know what they were, which was strange to Breeze.

Although he didn't know what the red gemstone was for, he knew that it must be very important, from the fact that the man had given it to him last night before he died, and that the assassin had been chasing him all night just for the red gemstone.

He didn't know what the stone would do, but he would find out later, and he put it away without thinking too much about it.

And then he kept searching the assassin's chest. He found some money, which was quite important to him, so he put it away.

Then he found a book and a dagger from the assassin's arms. There was nothing else.

This made Qing Feng feel that this person was too poor. Did the cultivator not bring anything good with him?

Qing Feng furrowed his eyebrows, hoping that this book was as he had thought it would be: a Secret Book for Cultivation. He did not check the dagger, but instead started to read the book.

On the cover of the book were the words Purple Sun Heaven Palm. When Qing Feng saw these four words, his face was filled with joy. He knew that he had made the right bet. This was a Secret Book for Cultivation, but strangely, he felt that he had heard the name of this Secret Book somewhere before and felt that it was somewhat familiar.

He started to search his mind. Where had he heard this name before? But the moment he thought about it, he felt a headache, causing him to not dare to think about it anymore. He did not open the Secret Book right now to contact the thing on the book, but carefully put the Secret Book in his arms, planning to contact it after he left here.

Now it was the only dagger left, and as Qing Feng examined it, he saw that there was nothing special about it. It seemed to be just an ordinary dagger.

He casually drew a few lines on the book with the dagger. Then, a strange scene appeared. He saw that the tree in front of him was torn apart by him.

"It's so sharp?" He exclaimed. He realized that the dagger was a good thing, so he quickly put it away.

Now that he had taken all the assassin's things, Qing Feng didn't leave directly. He turned his head around and looked at the assassin's body.

"Although you want to kill me, it's not right for you to expose yourself in the wild," Qingfeng said to himself, and then he dug a grave and buried the killer who had been chasing him all night.