"The mysterious place?" Fear appeared on Feng Jing's face.
When Zhou Shu saw his expression, his heart skipped a beat, and he asked grimly, "Feng Jing, have you been to the mysterious place before? Do you still remember what happened inside?"
"I've been there." Feng Jing didn't hide anything. "I don't remember the exact experience, but I remember the feeling of danger.
"Feng Wu, oh Feng Wu, how many times have I taught you not to be blinded by benefits? Why didn't you listen?" Feng Jing sighed. "Is that kind of place simple?."
"Feng Jing, do you want to find out how Feng Wu died? Do you want to avenge him?" Zhou Shu asked.
"So what if I want to? I don't know where the mysterious place is." Feng Jing said.
"It's fine as long as you want to," Zhou Shu said. "Lend me one of your hair!"
