Zhang Fan and Wang Hao sat on a big bluestone in the valley, and the two of them were back to back, because they had something on their minds, so no one spoke.

There were no clouds in the sky, it was a good day with sunny weather, but Zhang Fan's heart was a haze.

It's been three days since the last incident, and to this day, the two of them still haven't been able to come up with a way to really deal with Master Wang.

Zhang Fan's desire to survive has never been so strong, but after thinking about it, he didn't come up with any way.

Do you practice martial arts, no matter how advanced your martial arts are, I'm afraid that for Master Wang, it's just a child's play, but what can you do to resist Master Wang.

As for fighting to the death with Master Wang, it is basically to send him to death, which is something that will only be considered when there is no way to do it in the end.

Could it be that the two of them are waiting here to die like this, thinking of Master Wang's ugly face, Zhang Fan had the urge to go up and stomp on him.

Guo Zhang Fan knew that such a thing could only be thought about, Master Wang was a disciple of Xiuzhen, an immortal-like existence in the eyes of mortals, and even the dumb man, a senior brother with strong martial arts, was not his opponent, and how could he be his opponent, at least for now, it was impossible.

If you can't beat Master Wang, then your fate will definitely be miserable.

Looking up at the scorching sun in the sky, Zhang Fan thought of the excitement of anticipation when he came to the selection of the Returning Sect, the weather at that time was also sunny, but now Zhang Fan is not in the mood at that time.

"I'm afraid that Wang Hao and I will end up like a big cow and dumb," Zhang Fan looked at the sky in a daze.

Just as Zhang Fan was looking at the sky in a daze, an ethereal voice suddenly sounded in Zhang Fan's ears.

"Let me out"

Zhang Fan turned his head and looked around, and there was silence all around, and there was no one else except the two of them.

"Wang Hao, did you hear someone talking" Zhang Fan touched Wang Hao with his wrist.

Wang Hao glanced at Zhang Fan, and said in a somewhat wooden tone: "No, I'm afraid you heard it wrong."

For the current situation, Wang Hao was already desperate, so his tone of voice was also quite low.

Hearing Wang Hao say this, Zhang Fan was also a little unsure, and listened carefully again. But Zhang Fan waited for a long time and didn't hear any movement, but the voice disappeared and never appeared again.

Did I really hear it wrong?

I'm afraid that if I am desperate for my life, I will have such an illusion, Zhang Fan thought a little dejected.

But this voice seemed to have been heard there, Zhang Fan suddenly remembered, didn't he often hear this voice in his dreams, am I dreaming now?

After pinching himself vigorously and making sure that he was not dreaming, Zhang Fan violently ripped off the cloth bag on his body, and then ran away without looking back.

kicked open the door, Zhang Fan rushed into the house where he lived with a cloth bag, and for the sake of safety, Zhang Fan turned back and closed the door.

But Zhang Fan was still a little worried in his heart, and he glanced outside again, and saw that there was no one outside the house, so he took out the bag.

Zhang Fan's heart was beating suddenly, since he got this bag, strange things around him kept happening.

And Zhang Fan still remembered the scene when this cloth bag took him through the light curtain and entered Master Wang's house, if it weren't for this cloth bag, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to enter Master Wang's house.

Yes, how could I forget this thing, Zhang Fan thought with some annoyance.

Zhang Fan took the cloth bag in his hand, took a deep breath, Zhang Fan whispered to the cloth bag: "Cloth bag, cloth bag, if you really have something to say, just say it."

As soon as he finished saying this, Zhang Fan had the idea of wanting to slap himself, how could the cloth bag speak, it should be the things inside the cloth bag that spoke.

I just wanted to change my words, but I suddenly remembered that I had painted Tai Chi with blood on the cloth bag that night, and it had to be the same as last time to work.

Zhang Fan bit the middle finger of his left hand, and then pressed his left hand up, which was different from what happened last time, this time Zhang Fan didn't have time to draw Tai Chi on the cloth bag, and the cloth bag sucked the blood on Zhang Fan's hand clean.

But this time the matter is different from the last time, this time the cloth bag is like a bottomless pit, his own blood is constantly gushing out of the body, uncontrollably sucked away by this cloth bag.

Zhang Fan's face turned pale for a while, if he sucked it like this again, Zhang Fan was afraid that he would faint before the cloth bag was opened, and just as Zhang Fan was about to stretch his hand back, the cloth bag finally changed.

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