Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 738 Su Wuming 37

A huge iron cage fell from the sky, and Lu Lingfeng was unable to dodge it. Seeing more arrows coming, at the critical moment of life and death, he made a quick decision and pushed Guo Zhuang beside him, pushing him out of the range of the iron cage.

The heavy iron fence fell down with a bang, trapping Lu Lingfeng inside. Guo Zhuang fell to the ground, looking at the trapped Lu Lingfeng in horror, and roared, "General Zhonglang!"

"Don't worry about me! Get out first!" Lu Lingfeng roared, waving his long sword to block all the arrows.

Guo Zhuang gritted his teeth, knowing that this was not the time to hesitate, he got up, turned around and ran outside.

The rain of arrows became more intense. Lu Lingfeng was trapped in a cage, his movements were restricted, and the space for dodging became smaller.

The dense rain of arrows poured down like a violent storm. Lu Lingfeng waved his long sword, struggling left and right, but felt his strength gradually running out. He closed his eyes in despair, thinking that he would die here today.

At the critical moment, there was a sudden movement on the ground beneath his feet. An inconspicuous stone slab was lifted up from the bottom, and a panting old man climbed out of the cave.

The old man came out of the tunnel and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he suddenly ran into this Shura scene and was almost scared to death.

Men in black, rain of arrows, iron cages... and a bloody man wielding a knife. This is not the human world, it's clearly the Hall of Yama!

The old man stared in horror, held his head with his hands, curled up in the corner of the iron cage, and trembled.

He was like a frightened rabbit, wishing he could hide himself in the cracks of the ground to escape from this hellish scene on earth.

Chu Huan chased out of the cave and saw the hellish scene at first sight. The men in black were surging like a tide, and the arrows were as dense as locusts. Lu Lingfeng was trapped in an iron cage, waving a long knife, his body covered in blood, like a trapped beast.

The old man who came out of the tunnel huddled in a corner, shivering and muttering to himself, as if he was praying for God's blessing.

"Oh my god! What's going on?" Chu Hua exclaimed, almost frightened by this sudden scene.

"Why are you here?" Lu Lingfeng widened his eyes in disbelief.

Su Wuming just stuck his head out, and when he saw this scene, he wanted to pull Chu Hua back: "General! Follow me and run out of the cave!"

"Shoot, don't let them run away!" the man in white wearing a Fang Xiang mask shouted sternly.

Su Wuming felt like he had heard this voice somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where it was. However, the situation was urgent and he couldn't think about it. He grabbed Chu Hua's wrist and said anxiously, "Hurry, follow me!"

He pulled her back into the tunnel.

The rain of arrows became more and more violent. Lu Lingfeng was caught in a dilemma and had to distract himself to pull the frightened old man.

It was unclear whether the old man was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. He just huddled in a corner with his head in his hands, shivering, muttering some nonsense that no one could hear, and refused to move.

"Go!" Lu Lingfeng shouted at the old man while blocking the arrows, but the old man acted as if he didn't hear him and still huddled in the corner like a quail.

In desperation, he could only hold the knife in one hand and pull the old man with the other.

He was not paying attention for a moment, and an arrow hit him in the left shoulder. He groaned, staggered back, and the long sword in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

Lu Lingfeng exerted force and threw the old man into the hole, then jumped in himself.

The old man led them through twists and turns in the tunnel. The blood on Lu Lingfeng's shoulder was still gushing out. He clenched his teeth, his face was pale, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Lu Lingfeng, you have this..." Su Wuming pointed at the wound on Lu Lingfeng's shoulder, frowning, his tone full of worry. The blood was still gushing out, looking shocking.

"It's just a minor injury. I won't die." Lu Lingfeng waved his hand nonchalantly, enduring the pain and smiling with a relaxed look.

He glanced at Su Wuming and Chu Hua and said, "What are you two doing here, a scholar and a woman without any martial arts skills?"

Seeing that they were still chatting, the old man became anxious and angry, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Three people, this is not safe, follow me!"

The old man led the three people, stumbling through the tunnel, sometimes turning left, sometimes turning right. The tunnel was narrow and deep, as if there was no end.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man stopped in a secluded corner and fumbled to push open a heavy stone door.

The stone door slowly opened, revealing a pitch-black hole. The old man went in first, followed by the three of them, and entered a secret room.

The old man walked to the wall and fumbled for a tinder. The flame flickered and lit an oil lamp on the wall. The dim light flickered and illuminated this rather spacious secret room.

"Okay, now you can speak louder and no one can hear you!" The old man let out a long sigh and sat down on the ground, like a dehydrated fish.

"No, those who were shot by the arrow stay, but you! must leave!" The old man pointed at Su Wuming, but his tone was unexpectedly tough.

"He is just a scholar. He will die if he goes out." Lu Lingfeng glanced at Su Wuming.

"But he left me scared. Didn't you see I was trembling?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"He is not a human, but a ghost!" The old man pulled Lu Lingfeng aside in a mysterious tone.

"But is it because of the smell on me?" Su Wuming chuckled.

"Look, he admitted it, didn't he?"

"Where did ghosts come from in this world?" Lu Lingfeng sneered while enduring the pain.

"I didn't believe in ghosts before, but I can't help but believe in him because he smells like the soul-returning fragrance!" The old man lowered his voice and leaned close to Lu Lingfeng's ear mysteriously, as if he was telling him some earth-shattering secret.

"Is this what you are talking about?" Su Wuming took out the red cloth.

"Is this the red cloth that wrapped the bride's body?" Lu Lingfeng recognized it at the first sight.

"That's right. I have been looking for this incense. That's why I met General Zhonglang in the Ghost Market."

"I am Su Wuming, the lieutenant of Chang'an County. Nice to meet you, sir. May I ask your name?" Su Wuming bowed, and his gentle voice echoed in the secret room, as if carrying a trace of soothing power.

The old man finally came to his senses, brushed the dust off his butt, and stood up, the fear on his face still not completely dissipated.

"My surname is Fei, I don't have a given name, but I love eating chicken all my life, so people in the ghost market call me Chicken Master Fei. If you don't think it sounds bad, just call me that!"

Chu Hua's gaze fell on the wound on Lu Lingfeng's shoulder. Around the originally bright red bloodstain, a strange black color was now spreading, like ink smudges, which was shocking.

"Hey, are you poisoned?"

The relaxed attitude that Lu Lingfeng had been trying to maintain collapsed in an instant. He looked down at the wound on his shoulder. The strange black circle had spread to the size of a copper coin, like a cancer attached to the bone, cold and terrifying.