Weird World of Immortality

"Three people?" Zhou Fan raised his head in amazement. From what he had found out, there were more than 60 people in the patrol team, so the probability of three people was too low.

"Yes, there are three people, one is me, and there are two vice-captains. If anyone can get started, then the village will definitely give a vice-captain the post, and the treatment will be improved accordingly." Lu Kui said with some feeling.

"Even if you can't really get started, you don't need to be too depressed. Even if you can't get started, practicing the first four of the "Twelve Forms of the Tiger Form" can still play a role in strengthening your body." , and then said comfortingly.

Zhou Fan stopped talking, but carefully studied the first four forms of the "Twelve Forms of the Tiger Form". Lu Kui told him that the "Twelve Forms of the Tiger Form" could only be learned by people in the patrol team, so this book was not allowed for Zhou. Whoever takes it away, he must memorize the first four poses.

In this way, he can practice on his own tomorrow.

As for why it is strictly forbidden to spread out?

Lu Kui said that this was stipulated in Tianliangli, and he didn't know the specific reasons, but as far as he knew, if the non-patrol villagers learned it, it would take a while to say whether they would be able to deal with the weirdness with a little more strength. Those unwilling to join the patrol could also become a hidden danger while the village lives and dies.

Zhou Fan's memory is very good. It only took him half an hour to memorize all the words and maps of the first four styles. After he confirmed that it was correct, he asked Lu Kui for some words in the book that he didn't understand.

There are too many meridians and acupoints and some martial arts terms. These questions are precisely the questions that Lu Kui is most familiar with, and Lu Kui can answer them without difficulty.

While talking, Lu Kui pointed out a certain acupuncture point on his body or Zhou Fan's body, which made Zhou Fan gain a lot.

Zhou Fan also understands that if he is studying with newcomers in the patrol team, I am afraid that Lu Kui will not have the patience to teach him this way. It's a good deal.

Time passed by, and after all the questions in Zhou Fan's mind were resolved from Lu Kui, it was almost midnight.

Zhou Fan quickly stood up to say goodbye. He borrowed the fire to light the candle in the lantern.

"Then you go back first and practice on your own tomorrow. If you don't understand anything, ask me again at night." Lu Kui stood up and sent Zhou Fan out.

Zhou Fan was holding the lantern, and he suddenly remembered another question. He hurriedly asked, "Brother Lu, can you deal with the strange by learning martial arts?"

Lu Kui laughed and said, "Afan, this is impossible. If Wei Wei was so easy to deal with, the patrol would not have killed so many people."

"If that's the case..." Zhou Fan frowned. He wanted to say, what's the use of learning?

"Afan, don't underestimate Martial Dao." Lu Kui said solemnly, "Martial Dao is the foundation of all cultivation, it may not be able to deal with most of the weirdness, but it can make you stronger. When danger comes, run fast. The person who runs will always have a better chance of surviving than the person who runs slowly."

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment. He knew that he wanted to be wrong, and he said with a stern expression, "Brother Lu, I remember it."

If it wasn't for Lu Kui's reminder, Zhou Fan would almost have contempt for martial arts. What he wants is to use all means to live well?

"Brother Lu, my parents said that you are a monk. Is martial arts a part of cultivation?"

"Didn't I tell you that martial arts is the foundation of all cultivation?" Lu Kui froze for a moment and said, "This is actually not what I said, but what I heard from a senior in Tianliang, just remember it. ."

Zhou Fan didn't ask any more questions, but said goodbye and turned to leave.

Standing by the door, Lu Kui looked at the lantern gradually receding in the darkness, and he grinned, "This kid is very ambitious, but I don't know how talented he is?"

"It's really dark today." Zhou Fan carried the lantern and walked down the path. The surroundings were pitch-dark. He looked up at the sky.

The sky above is dark, and the stars and the moon cannot be seen.

"Could it be that the world is like this?" Zhou Fan shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, and continued on his way home.

Zhou Fan looked around from time to time and found that he didn't have that kind of fear, knowing that the ghost was definitely not nearby.

When he got home, he blew out the white candles in the lantern. Father Yi Yimu was sitting smoking a hookah, while Niang Guifeng was sewing clothes close to the oil lamp. They were obviously waiting for Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan felt a little warm in his heart. His parents died when he was young in his previous life. The love of his parents was very vague, but now he can clearly feel it. They may not know that he is not the soul of his predecessor.

But Zhou Fan regards them as relatives in this world, whether for himself or for them, he must live well.

When Zhou Fan came back, Yi Yimu didn't ask him how he was doing, just let him go to sleep.

Zhou Fan tidied up casually and went back to his room to sleep.

It's just that when Zhou Fan woke up after falling asleep, he suddenly saw the gray fog again, and the blood cells were still hanging high in the air.

Zhou Fan was taken aback. He thought it was just a nightmare, but he came back.

Where exactly is this place? Why did he appear here when he fell asleep these two days?

Zhou Fan could not answer these questions for the time being.

Zhou Fan took a breath. He had never seen such a strange thing before. He didn't even know what would happen if he died in this strange space?

If it wasn't for worrying about dying here, he would never be able to wake up in reality. Zhou Fan wanted to try to kill himself. Killing himself might be able to wake him up.

Zhou Fan thought about it and walked to the side of the boat, his head cautiously looking out of the railing.

A skull was reflected in the mirror-like gray river water, and the hollow eyes of the skull seemed to be staring at Zhou Fan.

Bai Sensen's skull and crossbones seemed to stick to the river.

Zhou Fan looked at the skeleton head, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and a skeleton hand instantly appeared on the river mirror.

Zhou Fan took a deep breath of cold air. He took a step back and retracted his head and hands, because he saw black shadows with strange shapes swimming in the depths of the river. He was not sure whether those shadows would jump from the bottom of the water. One bite off his head or arm.

Now it is certain that the skull and hands reflected on the river are his head and his hands.

Thinking of this, Zhou Fan couldn't help stroking his face with both hands, making sure that all the flesh on his nose, eyebrows, eyes and face was there, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Fan thought to himself that it was probably the strangeness of the gray river that caused him to see bones when he looked at the river.

Just as he was thinking about it, in the depths of the floating gray fog, there were bursts of heart-pounding roars, like the screams of a ghost.

Zhou Fan's eardrums were shaken as if they were about to burst. He felt dizzy, and his mind seemed to be captured.

Zhou Fan shook his head vigorously to wake up.

The cry quickly became clearer from far to near, and the monster with that voice was obviously approaching at a high speed.

Zhou Fan became nervous. He couldn't be sure if this was a dream, but he had to think about getting out of here, otherwise it would be bad when the monster arrived.

Zhou Fan turned around on the deck. He tried to find the entrance to the cabin, but there was no entrance on the deck.

A thunderous roar came from nearby, Zhou Fan immediately realized that the monster with that voice had arrived, and he looked in the direction of the voice.

Whoops!

There was a sound like jumping out of the water, and golden flames the size of two small houses rose from the gray fog a hundred meters away. These were the eyes of that monster!

Zhou Fan's hair stood on end, and the gray fog made him unable to see the monster's true body, but the fear in his heart completely rose.

The monster jumped towards the wooden boat, leaping 100 meters. The huge body was like a dark cloud covering the entire wooden boat. The size of this monster was so huge that Zhou Fan couldn't even see its basic form.

The monster slammed down too fast, even if Zhou Fan wanted to jump into the river to escape, he couldn't make it.

Whoosh!

A ray of gray hair-like light swept across Zhou Fan's left side, and the gray line twisted and twisted on the monster's belly.

This gray line is very small, and it is not worth mentioning compared to the monster's body, but it is such a gray line that penetrates the monster's body, and the monster screams.

Its volume was shrinking crazily, shrinking to the size of a palm, pulled by the gray thread, and passed over the top of Zhou Fan's head.

Zhou Fan's gaze followed the monster's figure.

There was a square wooden table on the deck behind him at some point, and an old man stood in front of the wooden table.

The monster finally fell into the white jade plate on the wooden table.

The silver-haired old man was wearing a long gray coat with fog patterns on it. He was holding a light gray fishing rod in his hand, and the dark gray fishing line on the fishing rod was hooked to the monster that was jumping on the jade plate.

The old man didn't look at Zhou Fan, he was focusing on the jade plate.

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