Zhang Feng's mansion soon found the lame man, a man with long nails and muddy faces. He only had one leg, and the other leg was born with a limp or something else. He walked limp and looked more like a beggar. However, in Shura Dao, how many people were better than beggars? He always had only one piece of clothes on his body, even if it was broken, he could not break again, unless he had the ability to show off his skills on the ground list, or entered the twelve temples, or robbed the ten palaces of the Yama. There were still many ways out, but not everyone could win the way out. Therefore, Zhang Feng's mansion felt that living in Shura Dao was also a very rare temper for him.

When he found the lame man, he limped to the downtown city and then stared blankly next to the downtown city. Originally, the person released by the Shura Dao Mission Hall should be very busy, but the lame man looked extremely leisurely. There were a few ants crawling on the ground. He just watched the ants carry a few pieces of food that were several times larger than the ants themselves and were busy on the ground. The ants worked hard for a long time and still had no progress, because whenever they were about to find the way home, a deep gully was drawn by the man's nails on the soil and then filled it up, and this was repeated.

Zhang Feng's mansion had never seen such a strange person, so he followed this person until he was tired of playing and crushed several ants to death with his fingers and said: Do you have a deep hatred with these ants?

The man raised his head and revealed a face that was also covered with dirt, a pair of turbid eyes, and opened his mouth and whispered a foul smell, which made Zhang Fengfu feel the urge to cover his nose with his hands. After all, the mask had two nostrils.

Zhang Feng’s mansion did not do that, and he was asking for help. Too impolite would make it inconvenient for him to conduct the next question.

The man laughed and said: Because my legs were born with disabilities.

Zhang Fengfu said in confusion: What does it have to do with your leg with you killing these ants?

The man said: Then what does it have to do with you if I kill these ants?

Zhang Feng's mansion was choked and couldn't speak. He suddenly felt that the people he met in Shuradao this time were quite interesting, a swordsman who was originally arrogant but willing to roll away in front of everyone, a hunchbacked old man who came from nowhere and wanted to help him, and the man in front of him who killed a few ants.

But Zhang Feng's mansion was so smart that he understood after thinking about it for a moment and said with a smile: I probably guessed it.

The man said: What did you guess?

Zhang Fengfu said: Because your legs are inconvenient and ants have six legs, you feel uncomfortable and will kill them after getting tired of playing. Is that true?

The man said: You are right, it is true. I hate ants with straight legs and feet, and I also hate anyone with convenient legs, so you should not come to me.

Zhang Fengfu said: But I have something I have to ask you to find out.

The man said: There are many people who want to ask me about things, but I never answer. My task is only responsible for the daily task release and the ranking of the local list. You have found the wrong person.

Zhang Fengfu said: There are always exceptions in everything. You just hate others who have complete legs, not someone.

The man said: So you are willing to cut off your legs?

Zhang Fengfu said: Of course it is impossible, but if it is to make friends like you, then what's the point of trying to walk lamely as well?

After saying that, Zhang Feng's mansion really stood up and straightened one leg, bent one leg, limped.

The man suddenly became furious and said angrily: Are you laughing at me?

Zhang Fengfu said sincerely: Of course not, I just want to tell you a truth.

The man said: What's the reason?

Zhang Feng's mansion limped around the man and then said: Look, I walk like you, but no one noticed me or laughed at me. In their eyes, I am no different from them, so you think that your leg is just because you think so. In my opinion, the inconvenience of legs does not affect your view of a person.

The man laughed in anger.

Boy, you are very good at speaking, but do you think I will answer your question in this way? I thought too naively.

Zhang Feng's mansion also smiled.

That's not to mention, I just tell you first that it doesn't matter if the legs are inconvenient. There are too many strange people in this world, and there are too many people who have broken their arms and legs. This is not surprising. Maybe one day I will break my hands and feet, but I will never be angry because of this. Others have healthy legs.

The man was curious and said: Why? Aren’t you jealous of them walking around in front of you? Aren’t you envious of them walking like flying in front of you?

Zhang Fengfu said: Envy is naturally envy, but some things are not something that can be obtained by envy and jealousy. It is better to let go completely and let go of this matter completely. Instead of hating others, it is better to choose to make friends with others, because no matter how much you hate others, your legs cannot be cured. It is better to make more friends with straight legs. The legs of friends are equal to your legs. As long as you want, your friends can run errands for you. Isn’t this much better than resenting others?

Ye Baihe stood behind Zhang Feng's mansion, trying to stabilize her emotions and not laugh out loud, just because Zhang Feng's mansion was so funny that he pretended to be a cripple while fanning the flames and deeds. But this funny finally moved the man's face. He said coldly: No one has ever told me that he is willing to be friends with me, and no one has ever said that he is willing to be my legs.

Zhang Fengfu said: But now there is such a person, and you only need to answer one question for this person. I believe he is happy to be your leg.

The man pondered for a moment, suddenly lifted up his trouser legs, revealing a piece of prosthetic limb made of wood. It turned out that this leg was not born with disability, but was cut off from his thighs at the same root. The scars as thick as the mouth of the bowl were shocking.

If it's such a leg, can you do it?

Zhang Fengfu said in a deep voice: You have to try it before you know the result.

The man laughed: OK, I'll just say this to you. I'll answer your question, and I'm willing to make friends with you.

Zhang Feng's mansion was relieved and hurriedly said: I want to ask you about someone, a hunchbacked old man. He was supposed to be where you were, but suddenly disappeared. I was curious about his origin.

Suddenly, the man changed his face and was full of horror.

Are you talking about him? No, I don't know who he is, don't ask me, that's it.

The lame man stood up quickly, as if he was away from something terrible. Zhang Feng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. However, when he talked about the hunchbacked old man, the man was so frightened. Isn't that old man also has a great background. Isn't it too unusual for such a person to help him, an unknown man?

Zhang Feng's mansion blocked the lame man's way.

There is no room for negotiation? Who is the old man? Why does it make you feel so scared?

Don't ask me, I don't know, I'm just an unknown person who is responsible for posting statistics tasks by guarding the mission hall. Don't ask me.

The man became more frightened and uneasy, but the more he did this, the more Zhang Feng's mansion felt that there was something wrong with it and refused to let it go.

A man is a real man who has a good word, and since you have agreed to my conditions, how can you speak without trust?

The man said hysterically: I just don’t believe in it, so what? I have never seen the hunchbacked old man you mentioned, and I don’t know who he is, how can I tell you?

Zhang Fengfu said coldly: I'm afraid you won't believe this sentence yourself.

The man scolded: Get out of the way.

Zhang Fengfu said: I really don’t know what you are afraid of? Is that the hunchbacked old man is so terrible and will threaten your life? If so, with me protecting you, what are you still afraid of?

A trace of hesitation flashed in the man's eyes. Even if he only had half a breath, Zhang Feng's mansion could clearly see it. If hesitated, things would turn around.

The man said: You really found the wrong person. I don’t know any hunchbacked old man.

Zhang Fengfu said: You can see clearly that we have two people and two knives. If you tell the truth, maybe we can completely solve this problem for you.

The man paused, and finally felt a little moved. Then he gritted his teeth and lowered his voice and said: Even if you have four knives, no one can escape if he wants to die. If he doesn't want to die too unfairly, don't inquire about this person.

But the things I made up my mind will never change. If you don’t say it, I will keep guarding you until you are willing to speak. And if you answer my question, we will become friends. If your friends are in trouble, there is no reason to sit idly by, right?

Finally, the man finally compromised and said in a deep voice: Can you really protect me?

Zhang Fengfu said: With us here, as long as we are not the kind of guy who is outrageous, you should be worried about your life.

OK, I believe you, I tell you, the hunchbacked old man is actually

The next moment, the lame man suddenly widened his eyes and turned his eyes white, and he roared hysterically and roared, and his whole body lay down straight.

This is the first time that Zhang Fengfu was slapped in the face by just one sentence of his own.

There.

Ye Baihe had quick eyes and quick hands. As early as the lame man opened his eyes wide, he felt something was wrong. When he looked around, he found the shadow of the hunchbacked old man in the group of Shura Dao San Sanliang. He looked at this side in a sinister smile, which made people feel cold on his back.

Chase.

Zhang Feng's mansion shouted coldly, regardless of whether the lame man on the ground was dead or alive, and whether he was saved or not, he turned into a shadow and chased the hunchbacked old man. Ye Baihe was not nostalgic and followed closely behind.

Although the hunchbacked old man had a hunched back, his speed was not slow at all. Although Ye Baihe and the others in Zhang Feng's mansion tried their best, they could only keep a distance of less than ten feet from the hunchbacked old man. This distance was everywhere in the forks, and it was possible that they could be too long in the Shura path at any time.

If I missed this time, I probably wouldn't have the chance to figure out what the hunchbacked old man actually came from.

Suddenly, the hunchbacked old man slowed down, then stopped steadily, turned around, still had the same face, and a sneer on his face.

Suspecting that there was an ambush, Ye Baihe and Zhang Feng's mansion stopped together, staring at each other at a distance of five feet.

Good kung fu,

The hunchbacked old man exclaimed.

But I don't know if you can take my move.

Zhang Feng's pupils shrank, and the hunchbacked old man suddenly threw a huge ball of objects from the side of the passage. Zhang Feng's sword was very fast and he was ready to fight. Unexpectedly, the murderous knife in his hand was like chopping on a pile of meat without any obstacles.
Chapter completed!