Song Zhe was startled, and then he felt someone blowing on his neck from behind.

"Fuck!"

Just as Song Zhe was about to fight back, his body suddenly froze.

Opening his eyes in disbelief, he slowly lowered his head and saw a hand stretched out from his chest.

"Who sent you here?"

Lin Feng asked.

The voice was cold and bone-chilling, without a hint of human flavor.

It seemed like it came from hell.

"Professional ethics, I will not betray my employer."

Song Zhe smiled.

"Then die!"

Lin Feng pulled his hand out of Song Zhe's body.

Song Zhe's body fell forward, blood flowing out, melting the snow around his body.

"Wife!"

Lin Feng looked at the place where Yang Chengzhen disappeared and ran wildly, but he hadn't even taken a few steps out.

His legs went weak and he fell into the snow.

When Lin Feng woke up, he found himself in a ward.

"Master, you are awake."

Fuwang stood beside the bed and asked with concern on his face.

"What if it comes true?"

Lin Feng asked.

"Still looking."

"Dozens of professional search and rescue teams were dispatched," Fuwang said.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

Lin Feng asked.

"Three days."

Fuwang said with worry on his face: "Master, your current body uses the ghost hand soul-breaking technique, but you must be careful. Fortunately, my people discovered it in time, otherwise the master will be in danger."

"Three days?"

Lin Feng sat up suddenly and suddenly felt dizzy.

Then I felt as if my body had been drained of energy and there was no energy left in it.

At the most critical moment, he forcibly used the forbidden martial arts technique Ghost Hand to break the soul and kill Song Zhe and Niu Guo.

But it was also because my body couldn't bear it, and it was repelled!

"Master, you forced me to use ghost hands to break my soul. My true energy was damaged and I need to recuperate!"

Fuwang said quickly.

"Three days in that icy and snowy place!"

Lin Feng said: "Isn't it more dangerous than bad!"
Chapter completed!