Chapter 179 Tiger Roaring in the Mountain

Xiao Nuan wanted to argue with Huang Feng about who was younger. She could be a dowry, warm the bed, and have children. At her age, she could do it!

But the sudden situation below stopped them from gossiping.

On the official road, a caravan was parked. Many people stood together but did not dare to get too close. They were very wary of each other.

Xiao Nuan asked in confusion: "Miss, what happened?"

"Let's go down and take a look."

Li Motang said, flying his sword down from the sky.

The caravan invited monks. Seeing another monk falling from the sky, everyone was not very surprised, but they all stepped back a few steps, full of distrust.

"What happened?" Huang Feng asked.

The man who looked like the leader of the caravan said, "There is a demon that has infiltrated our caravan. Two people have already disappeared. This demon seems to be able to transform into our appearance, so everyone doesn't trust each other."

"There is such a thing?" Huang Feng was a little surprised. "Now this demon is among you?"

The leader of the caravan hesitated: "It should be...it should be."

"Can you tell?" Huang Feng turned his head and asked.

Li Motang carefully sensed for a while and shook his head: "No, some demons are not strong, but they have strong camouflage and learning abilities. Not only humans, but anything they have touched can be changed and imitated, which is extremely difficult to be discovered."

Xiao Nuan said in surprise: "Then can we swagger into the city and live as civilians?"

"Of course not." Huang Feng remembered what he saw in the records of the Monster Collection Division, "For this kind of demon, camouflage and transformation have become its instinct.

It will not maintain a state for too long and will change constantly. In addition, when this kind of demon eats, it will also remove its camouflage. It is said that it likes to eat the creatures it imitates."

Hearing this, everyone in the caravan turned pale.

The leader of the caravan spoke tremblingly: "You mean, the two missing people were... eaten?"

Huang Feng nodded: "It's very likely, and now it's disguised among you, which means that it's not two missing, but three."

"Ugh!" Someone couldn't help but run to the side and vomit.

Many people didn't react so much at first, but when they saw the man vomiting, they also felt uncomfortable.

The caravan leader saw that Huang Feng and the other two were handsome and knowledgeable, and seemed to be much better than the monks he hired. He had some trust in them and asked hurriedly: "How can we find it?"

Huang Feng said: "Wait, wait until it can't help itself."

The caravan leader was a little embarrassed: "How long do we have to wait? I have a lot of goods waiting to be shipped to Zhaoyang. If the deadline is exceeded, I will have to pay compensation."

Huang Feng looked at him: "You can't even save your life, and you are still thinking about paying compensation. Even if you arrive in Zhaoyang, the soldiers at the city gate will not let you enter the city if they know about this.

If you conceal this and sneak into the city, you will be thrown into jail if you are discovered. Otherwise, you can leave now?"

The leader panicked when he heard it, and hurriedly said: "No, no, no, I hope the three immortals can help."

"Well, besides waiting, I have another way." Huang Feng took out an unrolled scroll from the square inch object and threw it in his hand.

"Immortal, what is this?" The leader asked hurriedly.

Not only the people in the caravan, but also Li Motang and Xiao Nuan were a little curious.

Huang Feng unfolded the scroll and said aloud: "This is a gift from Gong Yangyong, the master of Yunzhong City, a Tianmen Realm expert. The title of the painting is "Tiger Roaring in the Mountain Residence."

Li Motang knew he was talking nonsense when he heard it. When did Gong Yangyong give him the painting?

Everyone looked at the scroll together. There was a round and fat creature standing on the stone and roaring, accompanied by the word "Ao".

The people in the caravan looked strange, and the person in charge couldn't help but say: "This... is this a tiger?"

"Where are you from?" Huang Feng asked.

The person in charge replied: "Jiangzhou."

"Are you all from Jiangzhou?" Huang Feng asked again.

Everyone in the caravan, including the hired monks, nodded.

Huang Feng then said: "No wonder, your Jiangzhou is in the south, this is a tiger from the north, it is not the same as your tiger in the south."

Xiao Nuan wanted to speak, but was glared at by Huang Feng, and quickly hid behind Li Motang.

Li Motang didn't know what he was going to do, and asked in his heart: "What do you think?"

Huang Feng smiled and said: "I thought of a very naive idea, give it a try."

Li Motang reminded: "If Senior Gongyang knew that you used his name to cheat with such an ugly painting, he would not let you go!"

Huang Feng didn't care: "How could it be, I helped him find Sister Wanqing, he must call me little brother, and he must protect me in the future, and he won't care about this little thing.

Besides, how is this painting ugly, that word "ao", isn't it the essence of the tiger's roar?"

Li Motang wanted to snatch the painting and smear it on his face.

After communicating in his mind, Huang Feng continued to brag to the people present: "You should have all heard the legend of the Lord of Yunzhong City. This painting can predict good and bad luck and distinguish the true from the false. I will hang this painting in the carriage in a while. You can enter one by one and stroke this painting for three breaths."

Someone in the caravan asked, "Care for three breaths? How to identify the monster?"

"If a disguised monster touches this painting, the tiger will jump out of the painting and tear it to pieces." Huang Feng said, looking at the shopkeeper, "Which of these carriages can I borrow?"

"Is there anything special?" the manager asked.

"No." Huang Feng shook his head, "It's just that the monster will be torn into pieces in a while, and the carriage will be bloody and it may be difficult to clean up, so just choose a simpler carriage and don't ruin it."

He said it seriously, and everyone in the caravan seemed to believe it.

"Then this one." The manager quickly pointed to the oldest carriage.

Huang Feng entered the carriage, hung up the painting, jumped down and said: "Enter one by one, close the door, touch the painting for three breaths and you can come out, who will go first?"

The leader of the caravan was responsible and said first: "I will go first."

Entering the carriage, closing the door, and three breaths later, the leader came down from the carriage and exclaimed: "This painting is really magical, the tiger is too scary, the eyes pierced my back and made cold sweat."

Everyone was puzzled. They just saw that the painting was not so exaggerated, but seeing that the leader was fine, the others were relieved and entered one after another.

But after the people who entered came out, they were all as amazed as the leader.

"What did you do?" Li Motang asked in his heart.

Huang Feng smiled and said: "I put the artistic conception of the Nine Styles on the tiger's eyes."

Li Motang suddenly realized and guessed his method.

One, two...

The entire convoy of 23 people all went in once. The later they went, the more nervous they became, but nothing happened until the last person was left.

"You...what are you looking at me for? It's not me. I'm not a monster. I'll go in now." Stared at by everyone, the guy quickly got into the car. After three breaths, he jumped off the car and said confidently, "Look, it's not me."

Everyone was a little confused.

"Is the monster not among us?"

"Is there anyone who didn't touch it?"

"Fairy, this..." the person in charge asked in confusion.

Huang Feng smiled and said, "There is indeed someone who didn't touch it, the one behind you."

The person in charge looked back and was shocked: "Fairy, that... that's my wife. We were still..."

Huang Feng was stunned for a moment, and then patted his shoulder: "My condolences."