Chapter 1784: Tea Wood Village

Zhou Fan smiled and shook his head, feeling that he was asking too much, and he didn't know how to evaluate someone like Lin Wuya.

He didn't think much, glanced at the ghost burial coffin as big as a grain of rice, raised his little sister, used the teleportation-level movement technique, ran out of the wilderness, ran for half a column of incense, and stopped after he left the base camp.

He doesn't know when the bad luck will come, and he doesn't know where it will come from, so it doesn't make sense to go anywhere. Maybe he will encounter death and bad luck while running. It's better to stay here and wait for death and bad luck to find the door. Come.

In this way, he can prepare well here to deal with the doom of death.

He glanced at the ghost burial coffin behind him again, and found that the ghost burial coffin had grown from the size of a grain of rice to its original size.

The twelve-hoofed black beast dragged the black iron sledge, and Zhou Fan didn't move, it stopped naturally, and the three black shadow beasts with unicorns were playing.

The gray-shadowed woman and the two gray-shadowed children were staring at Zhou Fan motionlessly, as if they were wrapped in gray shrouds.

Zhou Fan smiled and said, "You sometimes become bigger and sometimes smaller. Are you afraid of disturbing the people? Even if you are afraid of disturbing the people, can you tell us in advance next time you appear?"

Neither the gray shadow woman nor the gray shadow child spoke, and when they didn't move, they were like gray stone sculptures.

Zhou Fan was silent for a while, and he glanced at the blood-red coffin again, thinking what would he do if the woman in the gray shadow opened the coffin and carried out the body exactly like him?

But fortunately, the gray shadow woman doesn't seem to have such plans.

Zhou Fan felt helpless. Anyway, with his strength, he would definitely not be able to beat the ghost burial coffin, and even if he did, it would be useless. After all, this bad luck was not brought about by the ghost burial coffin.

He ignored the existence of the ghost burial coffin, took out a set of talisman formations from the storage bag, and arranged them around.

The Fu array may not be able to resist that bad luck, but it is worth it to block him at a critical time and give him enough reaction time.

In fact, the safest way is to use Xiaomei's broken bones to shuttle back to the Mirror Palace, and avoid it with the Tongtian Mirror in the hands of Emperor Wei.

However, he gave up this method, because the use of Dawei Tianzi's Tongtian mirror was limited by the number of times. Even if Dawei Tianzi was willing to use the Tongtian mirror for him, he would not be embarrassed to take Dawei's life-saving equipment for his own business.

This is not the first time he has avoided bad luck, and he still has some confidence in his heart for the fate of this lifeless person.

After arranging dozens of formations, he touched his bald head again and said, "Xiao Ling, come out for me."

The jet-black hair emerged from the bald head, and quickly condensed into a small silk. The first time the small silk appeared, the bloody clothes also emerged and covered her.

Even so, she looked at the ghost burial coffin and shivered. She sat on Zhou Fan's head, pretending that she couldn't see the ghost burial coffin, and whispered, "Master, you shouldn't call me at this time."

She's not stupid, the ghost burial coffin has come out, and the master is going to have bad luck. This is the rule she has concluded by herself. At this time, it is best to hide in the master's body and pretend to be dead. It's too dangerous to come out.

"Give me the killing clothes." Zhou Fan glanced at the bloody clothes on Xiao Ling's body.

"Master, you even want to snatch my killing clothes." Xiao Qian said pitifully. She disliked killing clothes at first, but now she doesn't want to give them away. Killing clothes are life-saving things.

"Give murderer clothes,

You hide away. "Zhou Fan said angrily: "Hiding in my body, you don't need it. Besides, this is my killing clothes, not yours." "

Xiao Qian supported her little chin with her index finger, showing a thoughtful expression, "That makes sense, then... then lend it to the master, but remember to return it to me."

She obviously ignored Zhou Fan's second half of the sentence, she took off the cloak-like killing clothes.

The blood-colored killing clothes quickly grew larger and covered Zhou Fan. He felt that he became stronger in an instant. Of course, he didn't care about the increase in the true essence of the blood-colored killing clothes. Curse the poison's defensive properties.

When you don't know what the bad luck is, you have to prepare any defensive means you can use.

The blood-colored killing clothes was originally tamed by him, and he didn't dare to do anything when he wore it on his body.

Xiaoxiao has already hid in Zhou Fan's body, and Zhou Fan doesn't need Xiaoxiaoxiao to investigate for him. His spiritual thoughts are scattered, which is much better than Xiaoxiaoxiao's investigation.

When he was ready, he sat down cross-legged and waited for bad luck to come.

Time passed slowly, his brows frowned slightly, and Ling Nian found that in the distance of about a hundred meters, a gust of wind blew gently, green rhizomes grew on the ground, and red flowers instantly grew on the rhizomes, and the flowers turned dark red. fruit.

The kind of fruit that can make people see the memory picture after eating.

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Chamu Village was the surviving village. It was a closed and remote village. If it weren't for the arrival of the expedition team, they would not even know that the dry country they were in was destroyed overnight.

Of course, even so, in order to avoid causing panic in the entire village, only the warriors in the village, Muzheng, and Master Fu knew about the destruction of the country.

On the contrary, the other villagers in the village knew nothing about it. The arrival of the expedition team made the village leader issue an order that all the villagers were not allowed to go out to farm, and could only stay in the village to do some chores.

Although some villagers felt dissatisfied in their hearts, the village official said that there would be compensation after the incident, and he did not dare to say anything more.

There are not many chores in the village, and it is impossible to have something to do every day. After the first conversation with the exploration team, the villagers are all idle.

"Grandpa, grandpa, tell us the story of Fengshen." A group of children with dirty faces surrounded the old man who was sitting under the top of the tree smoking a dry cigarette, hiding the old man.

With a kind smile on his face, the old man deliberately teased the group of children, and promised to tell the story and they would listen.

The children all cheered, but they soon became quiet again, looking at the old man with anticipation on their faces, never tired of hearing the story of Fengshen.

"Fengshen, it floats in the sky, colorless and invisible, and feeds on people. If it needs to, it can even blow across the entire country overnight, using the wind to kill everyone."

"For a little devil like you, the Fengshen will barely be able to eat enough to eat 100 million."

The old man said in a low voice, the children were all pale, showing fear, thinking about being wrapped up by the invisible wind hand of Fengshen, throwing them into the transparent stomach, swallowing them, blood splashing everywhere.

This is the Fengshen, their most feared deity.

"Grandpa, is that Fengshen weird?" a child asked in a low voice. He had heard his parents say that there were many horrible rumors outside the village.

"Don't talk nonsense." The old man stiffened.

"Fengshen is a god, not a joke."