Chapter 403, Ambush!

If you don't have energy, you will lose energy. Without energy, there is a lack of divine light.

Those who practice martial arts are indispensable for their spirits.

The three are interdependent and mutually reinforcing.

Zhou Fan doesn't know kung fu, let alone internal strength, but it can be seen from the name that the loss of soul is obviously the meaning of attracting people's souls.

If a person has no soul, it is equivalent to the lack of spirit, energy and spirit, what is the difference between it and waste?

The worst thing is that this kind of thing fuses with blood and destroys the body's hematopoietic function. The body can't make blood, how long can you live?

Zhou Fan didn't care about studying these, he stretched out his hand and said, "I listened to your ---- and completed the task." Give me the antidote, give me the antidote---- I feel like I'm dying, I'm dying. ”

The pill in the black-robed man's mouth fed to him was equivalent to an irregular **, which could detonate in his body at any time and take away his life.

This threat of death in the next second was so tormenting that if it weren't for the more important things to do, he would have collapsed long ago.

He needs an antidote, he needs to get rid of the poison in his body and dismantle the **. In that case, he would have a slight sense of security.

That's the biggest motivation for him to keep going. He didn't want to die.

There was silence in the black cloak for a while, and the black-robed man asked aloud: "Your wife--- and children, have they drunk that bowl of soup?"

Zhou Fan's body trembled violently, and his eyes looked at the black-robed man in horror.

This is a rather sensitive and difficult question to answer.

If he said that he had drunk, then the black-robed man would suspect --- what kind of person would even kill his wife and children together?

If he said he didn't drink it, then the black-robed man would be even more angry---- if you reminded your wife and children, would you also remind the rest of the Fang family?"

If the Fang family's vigilance was aroused by his behavior of reminding his wife and children, wouldn't this mission be a failure?

"Drunk, or not?" the black-robed man said as he pressed the answer to this question.

"Drink, they drink----" Zhou Fan's teeth collided and gurgled, crying and said: "I was afraid of startling the snakes, so I didn't remind them---- they also drank that bowl of soup." You give me the antidote, give me the antidote to the soup, and I'm going to save them-----"

Quack Quack -----

The black-robed man laughed, and the laughter was sharper and harsher than the sound of speaking, and it was extremely unpleasant.

"Everyone else calls us beasts. You're a beast. A real beast. The black-robed man looked at Zhou Fan and said. "In order to save his life, even his wife and son can be sacrificed---- if this is not ****, the poisoned person will die immediately. Or---- if I tell you that there is no antidote to this soul-losing trigger----- will you feel some guilt?"

"Give me the antidote. Zhou Fan was like an enraged mad dog, death made him less afraid of the black-robed man, he stretched out his hand to the black-robed man, and roared, "Give me the antidote." You promised me ---- you would give me an antidote as long as I helped you complete your task. ”

"I promised you. The black-robed man said. Without seeing any movement from his wide sleeves, a small red glass vial flew out of it.

Zhou Fan took the vial and asked, "This is the antidote?"

He was a little unsure. Why did the black-robed man give him the antidote so easily?

Or is it another kind of poison that will kill you if you drink it?

"That's the antidote. The black-robed man said. "You can only choose to believe. Because if you don't drink it, the poison in your body will kill you. ”

Zhou Fan no longer hesitated, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured the red potion into his mouth.

A strong fishy smell came out, and it made Zhou Fan's mouth retch, nauseous and wanted to vomit.

"Don't throw up. The black-robed man said. "It's raw blood. If you vomit, you won't be able to get rid of the poison in your body. Soul loss is ****, but the ----poison in your body will immediately break your meridians and bleed to death. Every hair can bleed, you must have never seen such a scene, right?"

Zhou Fan forcibly swallowed the thing that was about to vomit back, looked at the black-robed man and said, "Give me the antidote, I want to save my wife and children-----"

"Do you think ---- you still have a chance to save your wife and children?" asked the black-robed man in a deep voice.

Zhou Fan's body staggered back, and he asked in a panic, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course I'm going to kill you. The black-robed man said. "I promised to give you an antidote, so I'll give you the antidote. However, I didn't say that I wouldn't kill you ----- stupid animal after you were detoxified, you were the only one in the know. How could I possibly let you get out alive?"

As soon as the words fell, the black-robed man's body had already disappeared from the spot.

A gust of wind swept by, and Zhou Fan thought he was going to die.

His limbs were numb, and his whole body had frozen into ice.

Or is he already dead?

This gray world is really like hell.

But will it snow in hell too?

When he felt that he could still breathe, when he heard his heart pounding, he realized that he was still alive.

He didn't understand what was going on, and his mind was still stuck on the image of the black-robed man rushing towards him.

His speed was so fast that it enveloped itself like a thick fog. What happened next?

"You're not dead. A familiar man's voice sounded behind him.

Zhou Fan turned around and met Fang Yan's eyes. He collapsed to the ground weakly and said, "You've finally ---- here." ”

"It's better to come early than to come sooner. Fang Yan's gaze stayed on the face of the black-robed man standing opposite, and said, "Did you say that?"

"You ----" The black-robed man looked at Fang Yan, and then at Zhou Fan, who was lying on the ground and had no strength to move, and said in a voice full of resentment: "You have set up an ambush?"

Zhou Fan came out to ask for an antidote, and when he was about to kill someone, Fang Yan appeared in time to save Zhou Fan, if the successive appearance of these two people was just a coincidence, the black-robed man would not believe it anyway.

"Don't put on a picture of you're angry. Fang Yan sneered and said, "You let people kill me, I should be angry." What right do you have to be angry? The reason why your assassination attempt was not successful only shows that your plan is too stupid---- now you can uncover your black robe. I'm really curious, what kind of people hate me so much and want to destroy my family?"

The black-robed man's facial expression was hidden in his hood, and standing in Fang Yan's position, he could only see a pitch-black black hole. Not even a single facial contour was revealed, which brought great difficulty to Fang Yan's identification.

However, it was precisely because of this that he suspected that this person was someone he was familiar with. Otherwise, would you need to dress up like a medieval wizard to hide your identity?

The black-robed man sneered and said, "Since you are so curious, then ----reveal it yourself."

As the black-robed man spoke, his body leaped up again.

The wide black robe on his body unfolded, as if a black wall appeared out of thin air in front of Fang Yan.

Fang Yan was not afraid of the unknown darkness, and with a little tiptoe, the person rushed towards the black wall.

People are not close, and their strength is the first.

Fang Yan's body soared into the air like a crane, and the whole movement flowed smoothly, and a punch was red towards the chest of the black robe.

Syllable!

The energy struck the black robe's chest, and the black robe quickly floated backwards.

Fang Yan kicked his legs, and with the way of borrowing qi from the drunken crane riding the wind, his body actually accelerated again in the air.

His body rushed towards the black robe fiercely like a cannonball that had been ejected.

When Fang Yan approached the black-robed man, he slashed at the black-robed man's head with a palm.

The black-robed man's head shrank and disappeared from his hood.

The hood lost the support of its head, and suddenly collapsed softly.

Fang Yan split the air with one palm, and his body inertia moved forward, advancing in a straight line.

Syllable!

The wide sleeves of the black robe flicked over and began to fight back.

The sleeves of the shirt carried energy, like a huge steel fan, and before the sleeves slapped the person's body, the strong wind was already about to sweep the person away.

Fang Yan did not retreat, but advanced, and his body accelerated again.

The heart of Tai Chi rotates, and the realm of Tai Chi fully unfolds.

In Fang Yan's mind, the sleeve turned into a box with four black lines.

Of course, its speed was already surprisingly slow in Fang Yan's eyes.

Fang Yan reached out like lightning and grabbed the corner of his sleeve.

With both legs flicking, the body is in the air again.

He cast 'four or two thousand catties' in the air, and used a force to pry the huge object of the black-robed man.

His body swirls in the air, spinning along the path of the Tai Chi heart.

With this rotating force as a carrier, Fang Yan's body maintained a tendency to no longer fall in the air.

Then, he dragged the black-robed man around like a windmill. Every time they turned, they unloaded their strength, and when they turned countless times, the strength of the black-robed man had been completely unloaded.

Fang Yan dragged the black-robed man to the ground, he knew that the black-robed man at this time had become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

He would tear his black robe, take off his black hat, and finally clothe him with a white cloth that represented death.

He hated the black-robed man so much!

Sizzle----

A crisp sound was heard.

The sleeve of the shirt that Fang Yan was holding in his hand was overwhelmed by gravity and suddenly broke.

Fang Yan reacted quickly and slammed his fist into the black-robed man's head.

He has never been a picky person, in his opinion, he can first see the true face of the black-robed man and then punch his head, or he can first blow his head and then see his true face---- maybe he can't see clearly at that time. Who cares?

Syllable!

Fang Yan's fist slammed into the black robe.

It's a pity that it's just the black robe, not the body of the black robe.

The black-robed man actually used the black-robed man as a pretext to play a clever trick of the golden cicada to get out of the shell.

He slipped from the lower end of the black robe, Fang Yan fell to the ground in one step earlier, and then with a flick of his right hand, a thin blood-red line rushed towards Zhou Fan who was lying on the ground.

(PS: Thank you for the reward of the Starry Night Evil Child.) Lao Liu also had to shout: 2 Yunzhen 2!)