Evolve from a vicious dog

Qi Jianlin was much more silent than before, he used to slander Zhou Feng, but now he pretended to be dumb, his eyes seemed to have something on his mind.

Zhou Feng observed the surrounding situation, it seemed that the danger had passed.

Tonight, they could only sleep in the forest. Zhou Feng brought as dry branches as possible from other places to make a fire. There must be a heat source in the cold night.

The golden flames were particularly dazzling in the dark. Zhou Fengqiang braced himself and lay beside him, while Qi Jianlin added firewood to the fire from time to time.

Drowsiness struck, but Zhou Feng didn't dare to sleep, he was afraid that if he fell asleep, he wouldn't be able to react immediately when the beast attacked.

His eyelids seemed to be tied with lead weights, and it took a lot of effort to lift them up. Zhou Feng's brain didn't want to do anything, and now he just wanted to sleep well.

"Sleep, get up tomorrow morning and find your way back."

Qi Jianlin's words made Zhou Feng give up struggling completely, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes, only hearing the intermittent sounds of animals beside him.

For some reason, Zhou Feng slept soundly this time. Although it was in the wild, he didn't wake up for a second, and he didn't even have a dream.

When he opened his eyes, the scene in front of him made him pale with shock.

There were bloodstains everywhere, except for the place close to him, it looked like a fierce battle had taken place last night.

Qi Jianlin was missing, but Zhou Feng was covered by his clothes.

Zhou Feng sniffed the smell on his clothes, then moved his nose to catch the same smell in the air, and found that Qi Jianlin was not far away.

He kept running towards the place where he found it. When he arrived, Zhou Feng found Qi Jianlin lying on the ground with blood all over his body, holding a small dagger in his hand, and beside him, there was a wolf.

Zhou Feng put his paw next to Qi Jianlin's nose to see if he was still breathing. Fortunately, he was fine and his breathing was fairly stable.

Looking at the mess around him, Zhou Feng remembered that when he woke up, Qi Jianlin's clothes were keeping him warm. Speaking of which, Qi Jianlin didn't seem to be the kind of person who treats dogs like his own son.

With some doubts, Zhou Feng heard Xiaoyun calling "Uncle Lin Zi" in the distance. She must have discovered that Qi Jianlin hadn't gone back for too long, so she knew that there was an accident, so she took people out to look for it.

"Woof!" Zhou Feng jumped up and shouted twice, leading the forest ranger to Qi Jianlin's side. Everyone was surprised when they saw him.

"God, Uncle Lin was attacked like this by a mere wolf. His nickname is Wu Song. How could he not be able to defeat a wolf?"

"It seems that there must be some accident, or a situation that made it difficult for him to deal with it easily, otherwise Lin Zishu would not have been injured."

Xiaoyun nodded and said, "Go back first, and ask Uncle Lin Zishu when he wakes up."

Several people rushed to lift Qi Jianlin to the forest ranger camp, Zhou Feng turned around, picked up Qi Jianlin's coat and followed.

No one knew what happened last night, even Zhou Feng who was sleeping next to him didn't wake up, which shows Qi Jianlin's carelessness.

Fortunately, Qi Jianlin didn't have many wounds, and he didn't have any major problems. He could recover after a few days of rest, and Zhou Feng's sense of guilt eased a lot.

Back at the camp, Xiaoyun stayed by Qi Jianlin's side every step of the way, Zhou Feng also received preferential treatment, and could sleep in the main house at night.

One yard counts for one yard. Although Qi Jianlin was kind to him, what should be investigated still needs to be investigated. Zhou Feng wanted to find out what was hidden under the carpet.

Because the four corners were pressed by the table, it would definitely not be able to be lifted, Zhou Feng simply used the sharp dog claw to cut the carpet from the middle, neatly, without any scratches, as if it had been cut.

Lifting up the carpets on both sides, Zhou Feng's guess was correct, it was indeed a secret door to a cellar, and the ring on it was the different part he felt.

Picking up the ring with his mouth, he slightly raised a gap, then Zhou Feng stretched his claws under the wooden board, and with a sudden upward force, the wooden board was opened with a bang. Fortunately, there was a carpet attached to it, otherwise the sound of hitting the ground would have been loud.

A musty smell emanated from the cellar. Zhou Feng frowned. He hadn't smelled such a natural smell for a long time.

What appeared in front of his eyes was a staircase, and it was unknown where it led.

The gloomy tide was the first impression. Zhou Feng felt the temperature drop suddenly and the humidity rise rapidly at the first step. Just like the south in winter, no matter how much you wear, you can't resist the cold.

Every breath was a puff of white smoke, thanks to Zhou Feng's good eyes, he didn't need to light up the lights to see the road ahead.

The stairs are not long, much shorter than the morgue of the Sacred Heart Hospital.

Zhou Feng stepped on the ground under the stairs and found that there was a layer of floor tiles here. It seems that Qi Jianlin is quite concerned about the decoration here, which also means that it is not a place to store things randomly.

After entering the cellar completely, the darkness engulfed Zhou Feng, and he couldn't see the surrounding layout clearly without a ray of light.

But the cellar was much smaller than Zhou Feng imagined. There were only two rooms, one large and one small. There was a small oil lamp in the outer room, and the lighting range was limited to the tabletop it placed on.

A table and a chair are all the furniture, and the countless pens and papers on it are the most eye-popping. The densely packed text looks like a desk for a senior high school student preparing for an exam.

There are all kinds of tools in the old cloth bag next to the secret.

A magnifying glass and the like, at first glance, are things only used by archaeologists.

Zhou Feng jumped on the chair, wanting to glance at what was written on the paper.

There were so many hieroglyphs that Zhou Feng couldn't understand, so he focused his attention on the leather record scroll nailed to the wall.

Zhou Feng didn't know anything about metaphysics of the four big characters Yangbu and Yinxiang, and the Tai Chi pattern painted in red and blue, but he had heard of the word Yangbu.

When Qingshan met the skeleton body for the first time, it once called him the fire seed of the genital part. Because it sounded like fantasy, Zhou Feng remembered it quite deeply.

Looking to the right, Zhou Feng's scalp suddenly went numb, and a bright blue butterfly was drawn on it, which was exactly the same as the logo on the back of his neck.

Qi Jianlin knew about Ghost Butterfly, no wonder he behaved strangely when he saw the mark on his body.

Zhou Feng frowned. Not many people knew about the ghost butterfly, and being able to control creatures was mostly used to do bad things. Why did Qi Jianlin study this?

In order to get more valuable clues, Zhou Feng jumped off the chair and walked towards the inner room.

This room was not so big at 01:30, the items inside made Zhou Feng at a loss.

No furnishings of any kind, just one thing, stone.

Big and small, soft and hard, all kinds of colors filled the whole room. Those who didn't know it thought that the owner of this room had a special hobby for collecting.

It was less valuable than the hut investigation just now. Zhou Feng retreated, thinking that he didn't have any important information, so he planned to go back above the ground.

Zhou Feng's body is relatively large, especially the tail, and the room is small, so he must be careful when walking, otherwise he will knock things off the table.

Just as he was about to leave, a tail as big as a feather duster swept a piece of paper from the table and caught his attention.