"Brother Ye Fan, Brother Ye Fan. There is danger. In a daze, Ye Fan heard someone calling him, as if it was Ling'er's voice.

"Ling'er, how did you get into my dream. What else is said to be dangerous. Ye Fan couldn't help muttering, disturbing himself to sleep.

"Danger? Wait, at risk? As if thinking of something, Ye Fan opened his eyes violently and quickly stood up from the ground.

Ye Fan was very afraid of death.

"Don't be nervous, boy." Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded behind Ye Fan. It's like the sound of a ghost asking for your life.

Ye Fan hurriedly turned around and stepped back violently.

At this time, Ye Fan only saw an old man with a cloak and a bent waist, standing where he had just slept. This old man won't stare at himself all night, will he?

"Yes, Brother Ye Fan. This old man has been staring at you for thirty-eight seconds. Just now I had malice towards you, and it has continued until now, and besides, that old man is a human being, not a ghost. Brother Ye Fan doesn't need to be afraid. Ling'er's voice sounded in Ye Fan's ears. While Ye Fan listened, he felt that his cold hair was about to stand up. I just stared at myself silently for so long, and I didn't even know it. Fortunately, Ling'er is here, otherwise it is estimated that he will die in his sleep.

"Old man, what do you want to do?" Seeing that the old man had been bending over and squatting there, Ye Fan shouted.

At this time, the old man raised his head, and what met Ye Tian's eyes was a face full of wrinkles, the eyelids were unusually red, like the color of blood, and the forehead seemed to have been bitten off by something, and a piece was concave, and he was still smiling at the moment he raised his head, and he had some green teeth. It's particularly weird.

If Ling'er hadn't said that this was not a ghost, Ye Fan would really have doubted this old man.

"Brother Ye Fan, this person has always had persistent malice towards you." Ling'er reminded Ye Fan again.

"Don't be afraid, though I'm an old man who is a little scary. But I don't hurt anyone. Instead, I saw you sleeping here. That's why I'm here to bring you something to eat. The old man took out a bun from inside his tattered long-sleeved clothes. And it exudes a fragrance, meaty aroma. Hand it to Ye Fan. It's fine if it's a kind old man, but this old man's appearance really doesn't dare to compliment.

Ye Fan suddenly smiled coldly, Ling'er had been prompting in his ear, and the strange old man in front of him at this time was even more malicious towards himself.

"Can you pretend to be a little bit hard? First, I didn't see anyone when I made it all the way here. There aren't any villages nearby, where are you from? This barren mountain range. Second, you look too scary. So, your bun is poisonous inside, right? Touching his chin, Ye Fan was still quite satisfied with his analysis. After all, this is learned from martial arts films. It is generally eaten that there is poison in it.

Although Ling'er kept reminding herself, Ye Fan didn't take it to heart, this old man didn't look good at first glance, otherwise why would he keep staring at himself for ten minutes before he planned to make a move. No matter how you say it, you also have six sections of fighting spirit. Ordinary people are not their own opponents at all.

"Ahem, ahem, alas, I'm just kind. Since you don't believe me, then I'll have to go. Seeing that Ye Fan didn't believe it, the old man sighed and bent over and walked towards the door, the expression on his face was very similar, if Ling'er hadn't kept reminding him, he would definitely believe it.

"Sure enough, the rivers and lakes are sinister." Ye Fan patted his chest, fortunately he was smart enough. However, when the old man passed by his side, Ye Fan felt a little stuffy in his chest. Some can't breathe.

Immediately afterward, the whole body went limp. The vindictive spirit is all invalid. Half-kneeling on the ground.

"Me? You ......" Before fainting, Ye Fan's eyes only saw the strange smile of the old man, and then the old man actually stood up straight, grabbed his face with his hand, and a human skin mask was grabbed by him, and the old man had already turned into a middle-aged man at this time. The human skin mask he was holding in his hand was bleeding red from his eyes.

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When Ye Fan woke up again, he had been tied up with five flowers, and his hands and feet were all tied. The fighting spirit has been completely blocked, and he has no strength at all, so he struggles to open his eyes. Ye Fan found that there were many people around who were tied up like Ye Fan.

There are all ages. Five-year-olds, teenage girls, and eighty-year-olds did not wake up, and it seemed that they had been kidnapped by the middle-aged man in the same way.

However, to Ye Fan's surprise, that person was not robbing money, nor was he robbing sex, so why did he bother so much to kidnap so many people?

"Brother Ye Fan, it should have been poisonous in the fragrance of that bun just now." Ling'er's voice.

"You didn't say it earlier. I didn't expect that the bag was poisonous. ”

"I don't know, Brother Ye Fan is so stupid. If you don't rub it off, won't it be okay if you just leave? ”

"I ......" Ye Fan wanted to say something, but at this time, the door was pushed open, and the middle-aged man who kidnapped him walked in with a smile on his face.

"Oh? Wake up pretty quickly, it looks like you've cultivated. The middle-aged man glanced at Ye Fan with some surprise, walked up to Ye Fan with a smug face, and said with a smile on his face.

"Knowing that I have practiced, you dare to kidnap me? Say, what do you want to do when you invited me here? Xiao Fan gritted his teeth and stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, a person who looked ordinary but full of trickery.

"That's why I didn't do it directly today. It's poisoning. You can rest assured that within three hours, it is impossible for your cultivation to recover. Three hours later, my goal had been accomplished. The middle-aged man patted Ye Fan on the shoulder, and his mouth full of yellow teeth attacked Ye Fan with bad breath. made Ye Fan almost leave this beautiful world because of this tone.

"The purpose? What is your purpose? Ye Fan endured the smell. Asked suspiciously.

"I didn't want to tell you, but you're going to die. Then I'll tell you, what about the lives of you people, to feed my sword. You're almost done feeding. It will awaken. When the time comes, even if there is a Dou Huang, Dou Zong, I can solve it. As long as you kill enough people. Do you know why there isn't a single person around? Because I killed them all. Men and women, young and old, there is not a single one left, and you are the last one. The middle-aged man had a smile on his face. In his mouth, it was as simple as killing someone as eating and drinking.

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Ye Fan who was stunned. Walked straight out of the room.

"Murder?" Ye Fan's mind suddenly went blank, from beginning to end, in the world of breaking through the sky, Ye Fan didn't think about killing anyone at all. In other words, he will be killed later?

A strong sense of fear, fear slowly enveloped Ye Fan's heart. Ye Fan was very afraid of death. Although two lives are human. I thought that I was going to be brutally killed by that middle-aged man. Despair, death, and extreme fear shrouded Ye Fan's heart.

Gradually, the people around me woke up. Their reactions were similar to Ye Fan's, and some even cried out and knelt on the ground begging for mercy. For a moment, the whole room was crying wolf.

"Well, let's get started." The middle-aged man stood outside, looked at Ye Fan and the others who were shrouded in red airflow, and nodded. Immediately afterward, he walked into the room and grabbed a man out of his hand.

It's a teenage youth who seems to be aware of something. The young man kept begging for mercy, begging the middle-aged man to let him go. Even the pants were bleeding yellow liquid.

The man just smiled weirdly, ignoring the man's pleas.

"Boom." The middle-aged man dragged the young man to a circular well. And the source of the red air flow is from this well.

At this time, a sword with a pitch-black body and wrapped in red air flow slowly floated up from the well. Then the middle-aged man threw the young man to the well, and the sword actually moved, and without hesitation, it wiped on the young man's neck, and as the bright red blood flowed out of the young man's neck, the young man slumped on the ground and stopped moving.

At this time, a red pattern similar to a clover appeared on the hilt of the black sword, and the young man's body was wrapped in red air, which was fully dissipated, and was slowly absorbed by the black sword.

"Boom." Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled, nodded with satisfaction, and turned around and entered the house.