Chapter 1985: Four Limbs

copy?

Zhou Fan thought a little strangely that these 'Zhou Fan' looked no different from him except that they didn't have knives.

The pure white thorn feet began to move, and the huge strange body disappeared quickly.

Zhou Fan didn't stop it, because he was surrounded by these 'Zhou Fan', even if he wanted to stop it, he couldn't do it.

As soon as the strange monster left, those Zhou Fans who had been watching Zhou Fan ran in vain, and their faces became ferocious.

'Zhou Fan', who was the first to walk in front of Zhou Fan, punched out with a punch, causing a sharp wind with great force.

Zhou Fan's face was indifferent and he slashed out, the head of this Zhou Fan who was exactly like him flew up, and blood gushed out of the cranial cavity like a gush.

Zhou Fan didn't have time to think about it, because more "Zhou Fan" attacked him.

He also had no chance to think about the consequences of killing these 'Zhou Fan', because if he didn't swing his knife, these 'Zhou Fan' would tear him apart alive.

Zhou Fan and others have inherited his strength, even if they are not as strong as him, they are not easy to deal with.

But fortunately he has a knife in his hand, and these Zhou Fans don't have the ability to heal and regenerate themselves, so they can't get back up after killing them.

But even so, there were still many fists and feet falling on him, smashing his internal organs.

Zhou Fan didn't care, he maintained a certain speed and swung his knife to harvest Zhou Fan's lives, anyway, his injuries would heal on their own.

There were more and more corpses on the ground, and blood stained the pure white floor red.

Zhou Fan split the last 'Zhou Fan' in half, and the battle ended.

He was a little tired and sat on the ground. He fought with strength alone. He no longer had the blood of the dragon god like before. He could recover his true energy quickly and killed hundreds of people. Of course he would be tired.

Looking at Zhou Fan's mutilated corpses on the ground, he raised his eyebrows slightly, he still couldn't figure out what was going on even though he was covered in blood?

Will that strange weirdness come back?

In just a short time, all the wounds on his body had healed.

"It's still not enough." He sighed, the copied Zhou Fans couldn't threaten his survival at all, and the law of immortality was still far away from him.

The feeling of dizziness came.

When Zhou Fan opened his eyes again, he found that the bonfire was still burning, but it was already dawn.

"It seems that I was really dragged into a dream. Once I kill my copy, I can escape. Is this strangeness some kind of lawful strangeness?"

Zhou Fan checked his body and found no injuries, so he was relieved. He didn't go around the city much yesterday. He decided to spend some more time wandering around, and then left the deserted city.

He walked to the central area of ​​the city and saw a complete black building. The black building was made of some kind of metal material, so it could be preserved for a long time.

This dark building is not a place for people to live, it is more like a temple.

Zhou Fan went to push open the door, and found that just as he thought, it was indeed a temple with a pure white statue standing on it.

Zhou Fan stared at the pure white statue in a daze, because the pure white statue looked the same as him, and this was his statue.

Seeing his own statue for no reason, a chill ran through his heart, chilling to the bone.

But the chill quickly dissipated.

"This temple is weird. It may be that everyone who opens the door will see his own statue." Zhou Fan thought silently, otherwise this would not make sense at all, but he had never been to this city before.

previous life?

This is even more impossible, even if there is a previous life, his previous life should not look exactly like him now.

He thought it was very interesting, and took a close look at the statue. If it was made by humans, there should be some traces of refining, but if it was made by Gee Che, maybe there will be more.

Soon he discovered that there were characters that could change one by one behind the statue.

This made him slightly silent. It wasn't made by Geely. He had seen many of these characters. This is an ancient character spoken by monks, but it should be called divine character, divine character.

This city should be a city that believes in a certain god. If so, then the history is indeed very long.

He silently stared at the text behind the statue for a while. These texts are not very useful to the ship, but they are for the ship. For monks, these texts are still worth collecting, because the divine text contains the laws of God, saying It may not be possible to comprehend the law in the divine text.

After staring at it for a while, he couldn't help laughing. The divine language was unpredictable, and his strong memory was not complete. Why should he force his memory? When he comes back next time, he can just take this statue away.

As for now, he doesn't have a storage bag, and walking around with this statue on his back is too cumbersome.

After thinking about it, he searched the temple again, and felt a little regretful after not finding too many valuable things, but this is a normal thing, long years of erosion, some things have long since disappeared.

His heart was touched, he stood for a while, looked at his statue, turned and left, and quickly ran out of the deserted city.

He headed west.

"Don't go west, go east."

"What's the use of going east, please keep going west!"

Zhou Fan stopped. The voice belonged to him, but he didn't speak. The voice came from his left and right hands. More accurately, it was his left and right hands that spoke.

The left hand said: "There is no danger in the west, and there is no point in going west."

The right hand said: "Who told you that there is no danger in the west?"

Zhou Fan listened silently to the quarrel between his left and right hands. Is this...an auditory hallucination?

Is it the influence of the dream last night or the little white bug in the body making trouble? Or neither, but other unknown dangers beckoned.

"Please go south, the south is more dangerous." His left foot spoke.

"Let's go north. The north side looks like going back, but I feel that unpredictable dangers are happening over there." His right foot continued.

The left and right feet joined the quarrel, and the limbs quarreled even more.

The real and noisy voice didn't sound like an auditory hallucination at all. The noise made Zhou Fan's forehead bulge, and he couldn't help shouting: "You all shut up."

The noisy voice suddenly stopped.

"Why did you tell us to shut up?" said the right hand.

"Yeah, don't think you're the real Zhou Fan when you occupy the head." The left hand sneered.

"We are all a part of Zhou Fan, why don't we let us talk?" Left Foot said.

"Don't pay attention to him, he's just the most useless head." The right foot said disdainfully: "Does he think we need to listen to him?"

The most useless head?

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment, and he tried to take a step, but neither his left foot nor his right foot obeyed.

He tried to raise his left or right hand again, but also found that his hands were not moving as he thought.

Limbs ignored him and continued to argue.

Zhou Fan was silent, he lost control of his body.