Weird World of Immortality

"After all, it is difficult to compare the pros and cons of top-level anti-duan exercises." Zhao Yazhu said slowly.

"As long as it's not too far off, I still have to thank you for your help." Chofu nodded, Zhao Yazhu gave her this thing for free.

"You should know that I have a purpose for helping you. I hope that you will become stronger and turn your back on the customer. At the same time, I also hope that you can help me at some point, such as the next time I possess myself, so you don't need to thank me." Zhao Yazhu said sincerely.

"Have you found him?" Zhao Yazhu asked again, "I'm afraid he won't stay there for too long."

If you leave, it will take a lot of trouble to find Zhou Fan.

"Don't worry, it's coming soon." Chefu said with a strange look in her eyes.

"Do you already have a clue?" Zhao Yazhu asked with a happy face.

"I can't confirm it yet, but I already have a clear target location." Chefu got the exercises she wanted, and she rarely revealed more.

"That's good." Zhao Yazhu smiled, but she quickly retracted her smile and said seriously: "You have to remember that monitoring is the main thing, there is no absolute certainty, and you must not shoot."

"If you let him find out that you found him, and you don't hold him back, it's going to be a lot of trouble."

Chifu didn't answer, she nodded solemnly with a small face.

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Zhou Fan opened his eyes again, and he sat up, ignoring the battle between the air-sound ghost thunder and the cold air controlled by Xiao Ling in his body. He glanced at the ghost burial coffin not far away.

The ghost burial coffin is as usual, the cold air can't help it, otherwise it can't continue to follow.

In this extremely cold zone, even strange people will be affected by the cold, so after entering this extremely cold zone, the number of strange people has dropped sharply, and only some special strange people can survive here.

Since entering the extremely cold zone, Zhou Fan has occasionally seen some strange things.

But the powerful ghost burial coffin Zhou Fan has long known that the ghost burial coffin has been following, and let him know that the crisis of life and death has not been resolved, and he still needs to be careful.

Zhou Fan lay down again, and next he had to face the nightmare of the snow-capped mountains.

He fell into a deep sleep, and when Zhou Fan opened his eyes again, the bright red snow was reflected in his eyes.

If Zhou Fan was in a conscious state at this time, then he would know that it was not the first time that he saw this red snow field with a faint light.

But now he doesn't know anything, he just looked around and started to move forward mechanically.

He just wanted to get out of here, he felt something was wrong with the world.

The snow seemed to be endless, and he didn't know how long he had walked until he saw a wooden house in the distance.

With a look of joy on his face, he walked towards the house. When he got close to the house, the surroundings were still silent, and there was no sound from the house.

Zhou Fan approached. It was freezing and snowing. The only window in the house was closed, so he couldn't see what was inside. He stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Is anyone there?"

"Is anyone there?" he asked a second sentence, but there was still no answer.

"Is anyone there?" Zhou Fan asked a third sentence.

At this moment, the wooden door was opened, and standing in front of Zhou Fan was a sturdy man. His hair was slightly curly and loosely covered with a shawl.

Those ruthless eyes made Zhou Fan feel a little cold, and he said, "Where is this place?"

"Where can this be?" The man asked coldly, "Of course this is the Snow Mountain."

Zhou Fan didn't get to the bottom of it, he nodded, not knowing what to say for a while.

"There will be a blizzard outside soon, you'd better come in and hide." The man said suddenly.

This sentence made Zhou Fan slightly startled, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse, because the eyes of the man in front of him were too cold and cruel, but he was afraid of the coming blizzard.

The weather outside is indeed a little unusual, and what the man said should be true. A blizzard may soon fall on this bright red snow.

If he doesn't go into the wooden house to hide, he will be killed by the blizzard.

Zhou Fan nodded and agreed.

When the man saw Zhou Fan's agreement, he did not close the door, but turned and walked into the house.

Zhou Fan pushed open the door and walked in.

The interior of the wooden house is very simple, with only a round wooden table and a few chairs. Between the four walls of the house, there are knives and axes, hunting bows and arrows, wild animal furs and other items.

The man sat on the chair, poured a cup of hot tea for Zhou Fan, and poured another cup for himself.

Zhou Fan sat down, took the hot tea and drank a cup, feeling that the body eroded by the cold outside felt a lot more comfortable.

"I don't know what to call this eldest brother?" Zhou Fan couldn't help but ask when he saw that the man didn't speak.

The man was cutting a piece of wood with a knife, he glanced at Zhou Fan and said, "Wang Shiba."

Zhou Fan also said his name, but Wang Shiba didn't react. He just cut the wood with a wooden knife, and the sawdust kept falling.

Zhou Fan couldn't see what he was cutting, and there was a long silence between the two.

"Brother Wang, are you a hunter?" Zhou Fan asked, looking at the axes, hunting bows and arrows on the wall.

These weapons all shone with a cold, cold light, and were obviously maintained regularly.

Wang Shiba stopped, and he said coldly, "I'm a hunter, are you bored?"

Zhou Fan was slightly startled. He didn't know how to answer. It would be a lie to say that he was not bored. Wouldn't it be too disrespectful to say that he was bored?

Wang Shiba suddenly laughed: "Since it's boring, how about we play a game?"

"Not yet." Zhou Fan resisted the word "playing games" in his heart.

The wind was whistling outside, and the cold wind came in through the cracks in the wood. Even the stove in the wooden house could not dispel the chill.

"It's windy." Zhou Fan tried to change the subject.

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, just listen to me." Wang Shiba looked at Zhou Fan coldly.

Zhou Fan could only close his mouth and look at Wang Shiba.

"You asked me just now if I am a hunter? I told you that I am a hunter~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Actually something is wrong." Wang Shiba sighed.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Fan asked in confusion.

"I used to be a hunter, but now I haven't hunted for a long time. At most, I'm a former hunter." Wang Shiba explained.

"Why don't you hunt?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Because there is no prey here, there is no hunting, so of course there is no way to hunt." Wang Shiba looked at the axe, bow and arrow, hunting knife and other weapons on the wall: "I can only hang them on the wall, from time to time. Take them off and do some maintenance so they don't rust and can't be used again."

There is no hunting to hunt... Zhou Fan suddenly realized that he had been walking on the snow, and he did not encounter any animals, they were all extinct.

"What kind of hunter is a hunter if he doesn't hunt?" Wang Shiba's face showed mockery: "That's why I want to play games with you."

Zhou Fan was stunned, what does this have to do with hunters?

Wang Shiba laughed, showing his white teeth: "This is a hunting game, and you are my prey."