Chapter 2468: No Human Model

This kind of scene, let a side looking at the hu lords jie can't help but feel compassion, eyes also red, but it's no way, can only stand aside anxious, he even some impulse want to rush over, with zhou ming with salvage fell into the hole of wu feng, but hu lords jie heart is clear, their own past is no help, everything is futile, the three of them are dead here, just to that to the violet feng an old thief of the mind, so he can't die. He can't die, he must live to avenge the death of Wu Feng, who has just perished.

Zhou Ming's legs are still white smoke, and then after a while, it is estimated that the feet will be corroded off, Hu Lord Jie looked down at his own feet, found that it has been pus and blood, but the toxin did not spread upwards, just the soles of the feet made a bloody mess, can only barely stand.

Seeing that Zhou Ming was still futilely using the oars to salvage Wu Feng, Hu Lord Jie finally couldn't stand it anymore and angrily said: ''Zhou Ming, you brat listen carefully, the one who got your little brother killed is the helmsman of the E'nan Branch, Xiang Zifeng! You can only wait for your death if you stay here, why don't you charge in with the old man and kill that old thief, so that we can avenge that kid Wu Feng's death!"

Zhou Ming was too sad, he couldn't listen to Hu Lord Jie's words at all, he couldn't accept the fact that his Junior Brother had perished like this, still subconsciously churning the raw iron oars in his hands, deep down in his heart he resisted the idea of Wu Feng dying like this, he wouldn't believe it, he'd survived all the big storms and waves, how could Wu Feng possibly die here? The Thousand Year Blood Demon and Elder Xuanwu couldn't even kill him, just a single organ like this could kill Junior Brother?

He didn't believe it, he absolutely couldn't believe it.

Even that yellow-haired monkey had a sad expression on its face, it seemed to be even more upset than Zhou Ming, and it kept squatting on Zhou Ming's shoulder and screaming furiously, with a sad voice, as if it was calling out Wu Feng's name.

Suddenly, Zhou Ming suddenly felt a sinking on the oar, as if it was grabbed by something, Zhou Ming froze for a moment, the raw iron oar in his hand could no longer stir for half a minute, after freezing for a few moments, Zhou Ming suddenly made all the strength used in his body, dragging the raw iron oar upwards, and within a short period of time, a hand full of blisters and rotting and flowing pus was revealed on the surface of the water, and Zhou Ming, in his heart, was wildly happy, and cried out: "Little senior brother …… Little senior brother, don't be afraid, big senior brother this will save you up."

Hu Lord Jie immediately also greatly surprised, at this moment also do not care about the injury on the soles of the feet, almost towards Zhou Ming wildly ran over, to help him together with the raw iron oar from the hole pulled out.

Pulled out of the person has no human appearance, the two can not even distinguish this person is Wu Feng, but they dare not delay at this moment, and hastily dragged Wu Feng far away from the big hole, looking for a piece of open space before Wu Feng put down.

At this time, Wu Feng's body is swollen, his body bulged up one big bag, the size of an egg, most of the blisters have burst open, pus into a sticky blood, his entire body is wrapped up, looking like a corpse that has been rotting for nearly half a month, it looks too shocking to see, but Wu Feng is still holding on to the pig iron oar and has never let go of his hand.

When Zhou Ming saw Wu Feng in such a miserable state, the sadness in his heart was needless to mention, but since he was able to grab the oars, it proved that he was still alive, so there was a chance of survival.