Since the last time, it has been much easier for Zhang Fan to enter the cloth bag, there is no need to use blood to open the cloth bag at all, as long as his mind moves, if he wants to enter, he can enter it immediately.

Zhang Fan entered the cloth bag a few more times, but unfortunately, in addition to the solid iron cloud wall in the cloth bag, there were only some endless white clouds, and the voice seemed to have disappeared, no matter how Zhang Fan called, it did not appear again.

The space inside the cloth bag is infinite, beyond Zhang Fan's imagination, Zhang Fan can't find a clue at all, and after entering, he is blind.

Zhang Fan also planned to let the mysterious person in the bag help him if possible, but the person in the bag has not appeared since.

Of course, it was not completely without gain, Zhang Fan found a broken piece of iron in the cloth bag and brought it out, it seemed to be a fragment of a shield, and compared the fragment with the black sword, both sides were extremely hard, and no one could help the other.

Zhang Fan subconsciously regarded the things brought out of the cloth bag as a treasure, and he handed over this piece of iron to Wang Hao, but unfortunately Wang Hao thought that this piece of iron was far less practical than a firewood knife, so Zhang Fan put the piece of iron away for himself.

Zhang Fan always feels that there is a person secretly peeping at him these days, this is completely an intuition in his heart, Zhang Fan knows that Master Wang is secretly observing himself, and Master Wang is about to make a move on himself.

And Wang Hao's strange illness also began to attack, the symptoms were the same as Da Niu at that time, the whole body was itchy and unbearable, it was not a way to wait like this, and only he suffered if he got sick.

After discussing it, the two decided to do it first tonight, otherwise when Master Wang came to them, I am afraid that they would really have to let Master Wang slaughter at will.

Holding the short sword in his hand, the iron piece was also put away close to his body, and the cloth bag was also carried with him, because only the cloth bag could carry them into Master Wang's house.

Wang Hao was also carrying a firewood knife, and now the two of them completely held the idea that even if they couldn't survive, they would drag Master Wang to die together.

Although he was holding a short sword in his hand, the only thing that made Zhang Fan a little regretful was that he couldn't explore the secret of this cloth bag.

By now, Zhang Fan already knew that the cloth bag on his body was definitely a treasure, and it was not an ordinary kind, otherwise how could the cloth bag be so magical, but there was a deadly enemy of Master Wang.

Zhang Fan really didn't have much confidence in defeating Master Wang, and Zhang Fan estimated that he was more than lucky.

Master Wang is a disciple of cultivation in the Qi refining period, and to put it bluntly, he is just a mortal who knows some martial arts, and Master Wang, an old fox, has set up a few people early, so he will not do things that he is not sure of.

If it weren't for these red dots on his body, Zhang Fan would still choose to flee, and when he has the strength in the future, he will come to Master Wang to settle accounts, but now the red dots on his body are not removed, and Zhang Fan's life is in the hands of Master Wang.

Zhang Fan was a little strange as to why the red spots on Wang Hao's body had begun to flare up and began to itch slowly, but the ones on his body seemed to be not very serious, and there were only some red spots on his arms, and the rest of his body was almost gone.

Zhang Fan couldn't figure out what the reason for this situation was, but Zhang Fan understood that as long as he had these red dots on his body, he would die a miserable death in the end.

The moonlight shone into the room, and both of them sat on their own beds, neither of them spoke, and Zhang Fan knew that maybe this was the last night for the two.

Zhang Fan thought of his parents strangely at this time, looking at the moonlight sprinkled outside the window, Zhang Fan thought to himself with some self-deprecation: "I'm afraid my father still thinks that I have become an amazing disciple in the Guidao Sect, but I don't know that I will sigh." ’

Wang Hao also sat on the bed with a calm face, probably thinking about his hometown in his heart.

Zhang Fan recalled the first time he met Master Wang three years ago, if he didn't understand anything at that time, thinking about becoming an alchemy boy outer disciple or something, there would be no such things as today.

Zhang Fan didn't want to die, for Zhang Fan, he still wanted to go back to his father and return to that distant mountain village.

During the day, he followed his parents up to work in the mountains, or went to the mountains with his village mates to hunt pheasants and hares, and took his younger brother to play in the mountains around the village.

But now, such an idea is no longer possible, and he can't go back.

"Perhaps, they are waiting for me to go back now, but I am afraid that I will never be able to go back, and I will never see them again."

Zhang Fan blindfolded his eyes with his hands, trying not to cry, everyone has a time of vulnerability, and his hometown is the most vulnerable place in Zhang Fan's heart.

There was a loud noise outside the room, as if something had been knocked down, and this loud noise interrupted Zhang Fan's thinking, and Zhang Fan's heart lifted.

I saw that the door of the house was blown away, and then a figure rushed in from outside the house, and the speed was beyond people's expectations.

Before Zhang Fan could react, he was lifted up by this person, and his body was controlled by an inexplicable force so that he couldn't move, Zhang Fan knew that this person was Master Wang, because in a flash, Zhang Fan saw this person's ugly face.

Wang Hao was the same, before he had time to react, he was picked up by Master Wang, who grabbed one in one hand and passed through the valley like a gust of wind, bringing the two to his house.

Zhang Fan was secretly horrified in his heart, Master Wang must have known that the two of them were going to do it tonight, so he would do this.

As soon as they passed through the light curtain, Master Wang carried the two of them straight to the inner room.

With a "bang", the two were thrown to the ground.

A cluster of flames appeared on Master Wang's fingertips, and with a shake of his hand, flames flew out of his hand and lit the wick of the candle in the room, and the room lit up.

This is the inner room that Zhang Fan came to last time, but because the light was too dim when Zhang Fan came last time, he didn't see it too clearly, this time under the light of the candles, the whole room was completely bright.

The mute man Zhang Fan saw last time was gone, the wooden bed was gone, there were skulls on the ground, no less than twenty scattered scattered, and there were also some bones from other parts of the human body piled up on the ground at will, you can imagine how many people Master Wang had killed over the years.

There were a lot of blood stains on the floor and walls, and there were bones everywhere, and the scene looked a little scary under the dim candlelight.

After throwing Zhang Fan and Wang Hao on the ground, Master Wang turned around and sat on the chair.

Glancing at the two of them, Master Wang pointed to the bones on the ground and said in a flat tone.

"Apprentices, let's say what other words do you have to tell the master, we are also masters and apprentices, and I will keep your last words in my heart."

"Even if the surname Wang is dead, Lao Tzu will pull you on your back, you don't want to make Lao Tzu your stepping stone!"

But Master Wang didn't seem to hear Zhang Fan's words, but instead pointed to these dry bones on the ground and said: "These people are all apprentices who have been collected for the master over the years, of course, your senior brother and Da Niu are also inside, they were like you, they all resisted before they died, but they all died in the end." ”

"How about it, it's not bad for you to be a teacher, you can still see your senior brother before you die, of course, you can be together when you die, and you are not alone on the Huangquan Road." Master Wang said in a relaxed tone, as if he was talking about something trivial and mundane.

The people he accepted as disciples at the beginning did not resist, but in the end, they were all in vain, and they still died at their hands. Therefore, what Zhang Fan said now, Master Wang didn't take it to heart at all.

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