Just five minutes ago, Chen Fei was both surprised and happy.

Surprisingly, the moment his right hand grabbed onto the Frost Mourn, the figures of several hundred people suddenly appeared in the depths of Chen Fei's mind. They howled as they struggled and pounced on him, as if they wanted to tear him to shreds.

Although these shadows were rather weak, and were much weaker than Gongsun Zhi, Golden Wheel-in-law and the others, they still prevailed over them in terms of numbers.

For a moment, Chen Fei's heart was filled with the desire to kill. He even gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, preparing to kill these one hundred soldiers in front of him with a single slash.

However, all of a sudden, these insane souls began to converge along the meridians in Chen Fei's body towards his left arm. It was as if a raging flood had discovered a depression in the ground, and wanted to rush over to fill it up.

At this moment, the spot on Chen Fei's left palm that could emit the holy light was like a huge funnel. When those souls arrived, they immediately disappeared.

At the same time, the pain from the continuous release of Holy Light Technique gradually disappeared. Chen Fei felt that his left hand was quickly recovering and could release the Holy Light Technique again.

This phenomenon was just like — the annihilation of legends!

Chen Fei was excited. He finally understood the secret of his hands.

The master of the right hand killed, controlled the Frost Mourn, harvested the souls of the dead, and then shook the mind.

The main healer on his left hand was the release of the Sacred Light technique. Not only could it heal injuries and cure illnesses, it could also extinguish the evil energy within his body.

Two types of power, one positive and the other evil, restrained and promoted each other. As long as he used them well, would he still be afraid of turning into a homicidal maniac?

Do you still worry about being controlled by the Frost Mourn?

In order to verify his guess, Chen Fei immediately grabbed a wounded soldier and tore off the sackcloth on his shoulder.

"Holy Light..." "Illuminate!"

Powerful, perfect, three inch long sword wound completely healed in less than ten seconds.

"Again! You... "Don't you dare run away, Big Beard!" Letting go of the wounded soldier, Chen Fei pounced on the other one and knocked him to the ground with a punch. He shouted into the fire bubble on his face, "Holy Light... "Illuminate!"

"Alright, next …"

"Pretty boy, put your butt up. You definitely f * cking ran away, or else how did you hurt your butt?"

"…"

Originally, treating a patient could be addictive, but seeing one terrifying wound after another being quickly healed under the illumination of the Holy Light Technique, Chen Fei's heart was extremely satisfied.

Thus, Chen Fei went crazy. He began to chase after the wounded soldiers from all over the world. He grabbed a healer and even started to beat them up and scold them.

Therefore, the soldiers also went crazy. They desperately tried to escape, but they would always' accidentally 'get grabbed by Chen Fei.

The wounded soldiers were even desperately praising Chen Fei's kindness with all the beautiful words they could think of. Some people were even moved to tears.

Some people even expressed their gratitude by singing.

Everyone was coarse and only knew a few songs, thus Mu Jiu became the popular person.

Thus, as time passed, the camp began to fill with a uniform and unruly voice, "It's evening now, the middle of the boat is here, and today is the day... The mountain has a west China wood and a west China branch.

The melody was desolate, but the singer's eyes were extremely fervent. He stared at Chen Fei's moved eyes that were filled with tears, causing Chen Fei's disgusting white fur to appear one after another.

A long time of healing consumed a lot of his mental energy, so for every three or four people that Chen Fei healed, he would return to the center of the camp. With the Frost Mourn in his hands for a minute, he allowed the ruthless energy from the sword to replenish the energy of the Holy Light Technique.

When the sky gradually turned white, the malicious Qi within the Frost Mourn had already been mostly used up, and the newly added souls were so weak that they could barely be sensed anymore. Even the original Qiu Qianchi, Gongsun Zhi and Golden Wheel-in-law seemed to have suffered heavy injuries, and did not try to bewitch Chen Fei anymore.

Correspondingly, the results were remarkable.

There were a total of seventy-six wounded soldiers, the least had been illuminated once by the Holy Light Technique and the most had actually been illuminated four or five times. No matter how serious the injuries were, at this moment, all the wounds had scabbed over, and the pain had disappeared.

What made Chen Fei even more excited was that after a busy night, he did not feel sleepy at all. He was full of energy, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

With such a state of mind, was completing the mission difficult?

"Boiling water, making breakfast!" "Damn it, put in some of the remaining salt from yesterday, your father won't get used to tasteless food!" After confirming that the last wounded soldier had fully recovered, Chen Fei kicked him over and shouted, "I really need to rest. Call me when the meal is ready."

"Yes, emperor!" After being kicked in the butt, this fellow was elated as if he had won the prize and ran away jubilantly.

After a night of conversation and talking about several carts, Chen Fei gave the order to revise his title.

Wang Sun couldn't do it. It sounded like a grandson with the surname Wang.

Even immortals couldn't do that. They talked nonchalantly, yet they still had to explain themselves when meeting a stranger. It was too troublesome.

He might as well just call it emperor, self-proclaimed Muye Jun. Since this is a chaotic world, there are many different kinds of dukes emerging one after another, probably no one would care about it.

After sending people to cook, Chen Fei carried his bag with him and found a place to carry people. He began to inspect his equipment.

The things in the bag were all prepared by the Battle Woman. Other than some medicine and food, there was also a set of tools for survival in the wild as well as two rolls of paper to wipe one's ass.

The uses of these things could not be described as big or small, but it all depended on the situation.

After wrapping up the bag, Chen Fei reached into his underwear and took out a small bag.

In this era, cellphones definitely did not have any signal, so it would be impossible for one to activate the "Despair Gambling City". However, for something like this, it would definitely be powerful enough to shake the world at a critical moment.

The most important thing was that there were three cards.

One of them was a skill card — Caiyun Chasing Moon. This thing was a treasure and had to be given to a suitable Battle Woman. Chen Fei did not intend to use it in the instance dungeon.

The second one was a Blank Seal Card, with a color of five red peaches. It was specifically used to collect Yu Ji's soul.

In the end, Chen Fei took out the mission card.

Chen Fei had guessed that after entering the instance dungeon, the Quest Card would have some changes.

A map appeared in the mission card, depicting the mountains and rivers, the location where Chen Fei was at, as well as the location of his target.

Chen Fei estimated that the distance from here to where the target was located was about twenty-five kilometers. It wasn't too far.

And a river about ten kilometers to the east was clearly the Wujiang of this era.

The picture of the beauty also became clearer, and there were two words written on the side, it was indeed Yu Ji!

"Yu Ji, oh Yu Ji, if I were to take you away from Xiang Yu, would he go crazy?" Holding the mission card, Chen Fei smiled evilly.

"Crack!" Suddenly, Chen Fei heard a sound similar to a Bronze Sword being unsheathed.

Soon after, a faint scent of blood drifted over.

Chen Fei abruptly turned his head and shouted in surprise, "You guys …" Are they all going to commit suicide? "