Chen Fan smiled very strangely, like an old man, out of breath, his weird laughter caused the uncle who was talking outside the door to hurriedly push the door in.

Seeing him half-sitting on the ground, he hurriedly came over and helped him up, "Little baby......"

Uncle wants to say some comforting words, you can think about it for a long time, and you can't think of any words that can comfort others, after all, a teenage doll is going to die, is there anything more cruel than this?

Chen Fan is not one of those old people who is buried in loess to his neck, and he looks at life and death very lightly.

It is the age of teenagers, in the prime of life, and there is a bright future......

The uncle lowered his head, his palm groped in his sleeve pocket, and in the hidden buckle of the sleeve pocket, there was an ocean.

At this time, he followed the caravan all the way to the reward, a piece of the ocean, and when the time came, he bought a coffin for his fellow townsman, so that his corpse would not be exposed in the wilderness, and then he would buy some paper money, and when he died, he would have some money to spend, so that he would not have to suffer from poverty.

Buy another paper figure, and after going down, the lonely one will have a companion......

Chen Fan grabbed the uncle's hand with his hand, looked at the uncle with an extremely calm expression, and said from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you." ”

The two had never known each other before, but because of his native dialect, the uncle helped him several times, and even indirectly saved his life.

If this were to be placed in the afterlife, it would basically be incomprehensible.

It's a bad time, and it's a good time.

Chen Fan chatted with the uncle a few more words, then turned his head to look at the door, Simu was sitting on the threshold looking at him, after catching a glimpse of his eyes, he subconsciously dodged and turned his head to look elsewhere.

He muttered, "This year's business is quite good, I still make a lot of money, the little guy has anything to eat, please eat, be a full ghost, save yourself from shouting hunger below, being bullied by those old ghosts, and whipping you with a whip." ”

There really is a netherworld in the world.

If he resurrected himself with the resurrection armor, would the black and white impermanence who came to hook the soul look confused?

No, a little person like himself should be an ordinary yin, not to mention black and white impermanence, even bull heads and horse faces can't be.

Black and white impermanence is a big official in the underworld, Fan Ye, Xie Ye, famous!

Chen Fan's face was calm, as if he had accepted his fate, and with the help of his uncle, he lay on the bed on the side, "Four-eyed Daoist, boy, I am not afraid of death, but I have a wish unfulfilled, I hope that Daoist can help me write a letter to my master." ”

"With your kid's talent, you still have a master?"

The four-eyed Taoist couldn't help but say in surprise, these years the master is not called casually, it is all capable, as a inheritance, the relationship is like father and son.

He has seen Chen Fan's physique, thin, clumsy and rough hands and feet, and extremely poor bones, and he is not a material for any industry at all.

Simu was surprised for a moment, and then felt that something was wrong, and it was a little hurtful to say this, so he quickly changed the topic, "From you, from you, tell me what you want to write." ”

He rolled up his two sleeves, found a brush from nowhere, and took out a piece of yellow paper from his sleeve.

After a pause, he pulled out another piece of yellow paper.

This paper is precious, it is the rune paper used to draw talismans, and it has been opened.

When a person is dying, let's write one more......

Simu waved his pen, and then heard Chen Fan say calmly, "Master, please forgive the apprentice for being incompetent, following the master to practice for many years, he has been unable to step into the Daomen, this time he was injured by zombies, the corpse poison attacked the heart, and he was afraid that his life would not be long before he died, and the master was mighty and powerful, and his mana reached the sky, and the gods and ghosts were terrified......

The more Chen Fan read it, the more he bragged about it, and a large number of them were all boasting about the master, and they didn't have the same kind of blowing, so that the four eyes said in their hearts that this kid's sycophant technique was something.

But I'm still a little disdainful, the master blows so badly, how can he still let the apprentice be injured by a low-level zombie.

Hehe, at first glance, it's not a charlatan, just relying on his mouth to blow.

"The apprentice's talent is dull, and the master's specialty skill, Lightning Rush Thunder Fist, has been unable to get started, and the apprentice ......"

"Wait!"

With wide eyes, he turned his head to look at Chen Fan, who was lying on the bed with weak breath, but couldn't die, and asked in disbelief, "What did you just say?" Lightning what? ”

"Lightning Rush Thunder Fist, that is my master's stunt, one hand Lightning Rush Thunder Fist, everyone is shocked."

"Putting ......"

Simu was just about to say let go of your mother's fart, the lightning rush thunder fist is Maoshan's signature exercise, and it cannot be practiced unless it is true, because it is powerful and difficult to practice, and anyone who succeeds in cultivation will basically be regarded as the next generation of Maoshan masters.

And among this generation of Maoshan disciples, there is only one person who has successfully practiced the Lightning Rush Thunder Fist.

That is the great disciple of Maoshan.

Shi Jian!!

Chen Fan's talent is definitely nonsense, he is definitely abducted and deceived, and he is swaggering and deceiving in the name of his senior brother.

This damages the name of Maoshan!

Simu just wanted to scold, but when he saw Chen Fan's half-dead appearance, he immediately closed his mouth, and sat back at the table in annoyance, he knew that Chen Fan didn't want to die, so he deliberately wanted to deceive him in exchange for a glimmer of life.

But the corpse poison attacked the heart, and it was already powerless......

Simu exhaled deeply, "Boy, you said that your master can lightning and thunder fist, then what is your master's name?" Where's your master? ”

"My master is Shi Jian! My master met the zombie king on the way, and he fought all the way, and he got lost......"

"Bump!"

Four eyes slapped on the table, and there was a muffled sound on time, which frightened the uncle, and looked at the two of them in a daze, not knowing what was going on.

Chen Fan knew in his heart that Simu was angry, the clearer he said, the bigger the flaw, in Simu's heart, he Chen Fan was pretending to be shaking and deceiving under the banner of Maoshan, even if it wasn't him, it had something to do with him.

But he couldn't help it.

He wants to live!

Chen Fan was quietly waiting for Simu's rebuttal, the trap he had carefully prepared was the next one, this was the only way he could think of, and the only way to live.

If he doesn't succeed, he can only buy the resurrection armor.

Sure enough, I only heard a sneer from Simu, "Boy, you are swaggering outside, pretending to be a disciple of Maoshan Mountain, and your guts are too fat, but what is fake is fake after all!" ”

"All Maoshan disciples, no matter what their aptitude is, will be nodzed on their foreheads by the master, so that they can be led to the path of cultivation."

"And Brother Maoshan, as long as you open your eyes, you can see it, do you have it? You don't even have a hair!! also pretending to be a disciple of Maoshan! ”

He didn't want to stay any longer, he wanted to turn around and leave, the ghost knows how many people this little ghost deceived outside under the banner of Maoshan.

This kind of ruining Maoshan reputation is the most disgusting!

But before Simu turned around, he heard Chen Fan say sincerely, "Sure enough, I can't hide it from the Dao Chief, I am indeed a fake, because I know this, and I am most like that Dao Chief......

I saw him raise his hand with great effort, and the two fingers rubbed there, only to see a bang, and a bright arc of electricity bounced out of his fingers, which flew to the side, right in the glutinous rice bucket just now.

The glutinous rice bucket exploded, and the pitch-black glutinous rice water splattered out and spread all over the ground.

The four eyes froze there, and their mouths opened wide.

"I'm sorry, I'll never pretend to be that Dao Master again, I really won't lightning rush thunder fist, my body will discharge on its own, alas, fake is fake after all......"

Chen Fan's face was silent, and he quietly launched his nirvana.

Sincere!

I can't lightning strike, but I do lightning strike, guess what I am?