Zhang Feng looked at most of the people who were dejected and sowhat desperate and frightened, and knew that relying on them was not going to work.
But the two leading the group.
They were still relatively calm.
One of them was nad He, in his thirties, and true to his na, when he closed his mouth, he looked like a toad.
Along the way, he hadn’t spoken, instead seeming to be pondering sothing.
The other person, appearing to be around forty, was called ’Brother Zhou’ by most of the team.
He had a strong build, with a constitution of 37, and the calluses on his hands were very noticeable.
Zhang Feng could tell from his walking posture that he practiced hard qigong like Iron Sand Palm.
The last two people, wearing geological exploration team uniforms, were one in his forties and one in his fifties.
These two were the employers of everyone.
They seed to be from so large organization.
After three hours of circling in the maze, Zhang Feng, while practicing his skills, also figured out their relationships.
Overall, the two organizational mbers were the leaders.
Brother Zhou and He were the expedition experts of the team, suspected to be the kind of ’adventurers’ specifically looking for ancient relics.
The remaining eleven gunn were the security personnel of the organization.
Their backgrounds were very complex.
But from the information in the text, Zhang Feng could also determine that they were looking for sothing related to ’ancient creatures.’
"I estimate we’re screwed this trip."
It was also at this mont.
He suddenly spoke.
His words made everyone around look over.
"He, what do you an by that?"
"Don’t scare ..."
A few of the security personnel asked, while cautiously scanning the surrounding walls.
In the flickering gloom of the campfire, facing the dark corners all around.
They tightened their grip on their guns, always afraid that so monster might run out from those corners.
"Screwed?" Brother Zhou frowned, inquiring earnestly, "Did you discover sothing?"
"Yeah, tell us." The two organizational mbers also looked over.
Zhang Feng also looked over, curious to know what this person, who seed to have no spiritual Qi and had a constitution of only 14, could say.
After everyone looked at him, He pointed to a nearby stone wall, "Look over there."
"Look at what?"
"There’s clearly nothing there..."
Brother Zhou and the others looked over; in their eyes, it was just a solid stone wall.
However, He solemnly stated, "There is evil Qi emanating from there."
"Evil Qi? What’s that?" So of them felt a tightening in their hearts.
Brother Zhou and the two organizational mbers, however, frowned and asked, "You saw it? How should we deal with it?"
’Does this person... have a natural Yin Sha eye?’
Unlike Brother Zhou and the others, Zhang Feng also saw the evil Qi.
However, this was through the use of a talisman for viewing evil Qi with spiritual sense.
But since this evil Qi wasn’t being manipulated by anyone and had ford naturally, Zhang Feng didn’t intervene.
But at this mont.
Zhang Feng beca interested in how He, who had no spiritual Qi fluctuations at all, could see the evil Qi.
If he could analyze and transform the natural ’Yin Sha eye’ into various observation eyes, ultimately achieving the ’almighty Yin-Yang eye.’
Then he wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of using talismans.
Thus, he could save a spiritual thought to focus on cultivation instead.
For a mont, Zhang Feng developed so thoughts about He’s physiological functions and eye structure.
Just for the sake of increasing knowledge, this person was worth getting to know.
And He was unaware that his body had caught soone’s attention.
On the contrary, when he heard the inquiries from everyone, he seriously observed the emanating evil Qi and solemnly said:
"I know you guys don’t really believe in the supernatural, but you invited here because you value this ability of mine."
As he spoke, he stood up straight from the campfire,
"This place is strange. If you ask , we should find a way out quickly and head back.
Because I can really see so ’wandering souls with evil Qi’ from ceteries.
Since there is evil Qi here and the place hasn’t seen daylight for years, there might be a legendary fierce ghost!"
"Ghost..."
"Hearing He say that, I also feel a bit chilly around..."
"Maybe we should... we should hurry up and find a way back..."
"We’ve been hitting ghost walls all the ti... maybe there’s a ghost following us..."
"You... you don’t look back... the old folks always say, don’t look back..."
With He’s words, several people showed fearful expressions.
Soone else wanted to turn around, but was stopped in ti by soone beside him.
"Help check behind ..."
Another person’s neck stiffened, asking a companion to check for him.
In the dim firelight, in this echoing ghost wall maze.
The atmosphere of fear spread at that mont.
Although they were hired guns, tough guys who played with weapons,
But when it ca to those ’invisible and intangible’ ghosts, the ’unknown.’
This was enough to make anyone afraid.
Even mories of being scared by ghost stories when they were kids erged one by one.
However, Zhang Feng was not as scared as he used to be in a rat hole.
Because now he could really see ghosts.
Facing the visible and tangible when you have the strength to handle it, rather than the ’unknown origin’ naturally removed the fear.
Precisely because of this, Zhang Feng suddenly realized how much he had grown without even noticing.
At least now he could listen to a creepy subject without prematurely stopping it.
Similarly, there were many bold individuals in this group too.
Like Brother Zhou, who was half-believing, half-doubting, so he had no fear.
Notably, outside, he was a three-ti national underground fighting champion.
Including the two organizational mbers, who were also fearless.
Especially one of them, showing an intriguing excitent, said: "Great having fierce ghosts! This proves we have co to the right place!"
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