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Chapter 1205 Master, Are We Still Going to Jungle?

Chapter 1205 Master, Are We Still Going to Jungle?

??"Retreat!"

The moment the man with the croaky voice saw Feng Jianwu, he no longer hesitated and immediately gave the order.

The others looked unwillingly at the middle-aged man whose life and death were unknown. In an instant, they disappeared into the night.

"Master, are you alright?"

Feng Jianwu waited for them to leave before she quickly walked toward Ye Feng to ask about the situation.

Ye Feng smiled at her. "I'm fine. Looks like they're quite afraid of you."

He was extremely surprised. Not only did these people recognize Feng Jianwu at a glance, but they also retreated without hesitation. It seemed that they were very afraid of Feng Jianwu's family.

This instantly gave him a deeper understanding of Feng Jianwu's family.

It seemed that the Fuuma clan was much stronger than he had imagined.

He was only slightly surprised. He did not have time to ask for details. It was more important to save them first.

He hurriedly squatted down and continued to detoxify the middle-aged man.

After such a delay, the poison had worsened.

All he could do now was to do his best and leave it to fate. Whether this person could survive or not still depended on himself.

After using the needles, he put a piece of lingzhi into his mouth and heaved a sigh of relief.

Feng Jianwu waited for him to finish before asking, "Master, can he still be saved?"

Ye Feng shook his head. "I'm afraid the chances are very small. He was poisoned too deeply. It is already a miracle that he is still alive. I've already done everything I can. The rest will depend on his own fate."

After carrying the middle-aged man to the roadside, the two of them sat at the side and chatted.

"I heard you say that those people are all from Iga? Can you tell me in detail?" Ye Feng picked a topic and turned to look at Feng Jianwu.

Feng Jianwu nodded. "Ninjas are divided into Musashi, Kai, Echigo, Shinano, Iga, Kaga, Kii, and many other factions. Our family cultivates the Kaga Sect, and those people just now are the Iga Sect…"

She then explained the history and differences between the two sects in detail.

To put it simply, although Kaga and Iga came from the same origin, they had gradually diverged due to some ideas, and now they were like fire and water.

Relatively speaking, the ninjas of the Kaga Sect valued loyalty the most. They had to be loyal to their country, family, sect, organization, friends, and loved ones.

As for the ninjas who practiced the Iga Sect, what they valued the most was profit. If it was beneficial, they would gather together. If it was not beneficial, they would disperse.

This fundamental difference in ideology also caused a fundamental difference between the two schools.

The Kaga Sect was relatively more righteous. Although they also killed people, they would not use too extreme methods.

However, the people of the Iga Sect would do anything to achieve their goal.

Just like the poison that the middle-aged man was poisoned with, the people of the Kaga Sect disdained to use it.

Only the people of the Iga Sect would use such methods to deal with their enemies.

"No wonder Jianwu is so loyal. So this is the reason." Ye Feng took the opportunity to praise Feng Jianwu.

Although it was just a simple compliment, it still made Feng Jianwu overjoyed. "Since Jianwu has chosen you to be my master, I will be loyal to you for the rest of my life. I will never betray you."

Ye Feng touched her small face. "Jianwu is so obedient."

Feng Jianwu was like a little kitten as she placed her small face in his palm. "Master, are we still going to jungle?"

"Uh..."

Ye Feng's expression froze. "When did I say I wanted to go to the jungle?"

Feng Jianwu blinked her large, clear eyes. "If you're not going to the jungle, why did you come to the wilderness?"

Ye Feng could not answer this question. He could not say that he was summoned by the system to come to the wild to pick up opportunities, right?

"Master, the scenery here is not bad. Why don't we start here?" Feng Jianwu said excitedly. At the same time, her small hands started to move.

"Jianwu, listen to me first. This place is not suitable…" Ye Feng quickly stopped her.

However, Feng Jianwu was already in high spirits and began to unbutton his shirt. "I think this place is very suitable. Jianwu hasn't tried it in the wild yet. I'm really excited."

"I... Wait a minute, there's someone lying here. What if he wakes up?"

"He's already a dead man. How can he wake up so quickly?"

"What if he wakes up? How embarrassing would that be?"

"If he wakes up, then I'll kill him again."

"..."

"Cough, cough…"

Just as the two of them were pushing each other, they suddenly heard a violent cough.

The two of them immediately stopped what they were doing and looked back.

The middle-aged man, who was already dead, was spitting out large mouthfuls of black blood.

Could this guy have been provoked by the plot here?

Ye Feng quickly went over to help him up.

The middle-aged man spat out a few more mouthfuls of black blood, and the black aura on his face lessened a little.

"Get lost!" The first thing the middle-aged man said after he woke up was to scold Ye Feng. He wanted to push Ye Feng away.

However, although he had woken up, the poison was too deep. He could not use much strength. It was no different from scratching an itch.

Feng Jianwu was instantly displeased and immediately walked over angrily. "You really don't know what's good for you. You were chased by a few ninjas just now and it was my master who saved you. How dare you bite the hand that feeds you?"

The middle-aged man looked at the two of them coldly. "I'm a Chinese man, I don't need you Japanese to save me. If you save me, I'll return my life to you."

As he spoke, he was about to grab the short knife that had fallen to the side.

However, he did not even have the strength to hold the knife now. He tried a few times but could not pick it up.

Ye Feng could not help but laugh, he asked in Chinese. "If the Japanese are not needed, can the Chinese do it?"

The middle-aged man was stunned. "You're Chinese?"

Ye Feng looked at him with a smile. "That day, I was lucky enough to buy the Zhanlu Sword at the antique street in Yang Cheng. I did not expect to see you again in Japan."

The middle-aged man was stunned. "You… You are…"

Ye Feng nodded. "That's right, it's me."