Weird World of Immortality

In the white fog, the cold air is deep.

When Zhou Fan exhaled, he could see the ice condensed into white air.

Looking around, in the vast fog, there was no one person in sight, as if the three of Cao Yanfang had never appeared before.

The inn still radiates a warm orange glow in the distance.

Zhou Fan stood there watching the inn, he thought silently, and walked towards the inn.

If you can't avoid it, don't avoid it.

Strange to say, he had always wanted to stay away from the inn but couldn't do it. When he walked towards the inn, the sense of distance that could not be escaped was lifted. As he approached, the light of the inn was constantly magnifying.

The inn in the mist also became more and more clear.

He stopped when he reached the two feet of the inn.

Unlike what he and Cao Yanfang had observed for the first time, the inn was no longer noisy and became silent.

Zhou Fan looked at it, then lifted his foot and walked to the front of the inn.

On the wall in front of the door, there are blood-red centipedes and blue-and-white snakes crawling on the wall.

Under the eaves on the left side of the gate of the inn stood a fat man with a short stature. He was wearing a fat red brocade robe, with a big head and a short neck.

A pair of round eyes were looking at Zhou Fan indifferently.

Zhou Fan stopped and asked softly, "Is my companion inside?"

The fat man laughed, his beard trembled as he laughed, the corners of his mouth grinned to his ears, revealing smoky yellow teeth: "The three of them are inside, why are you so slow? Everyone is here, You're the only one left."

His voice was sharp and ear-piercing, like a chi chi sound slashed on a steel plate with the tip of a knife.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Fan's rusty sword was unsheathed, and the bright cold blue sword light poured towards him incomparably fast.

It's just that the fat man dissipated in the knife light like a phantom.

"Is it an illusion?" Zhou Fan whispered to himself, in fact, he had long suspected that the white mist might also be an illusion, and they had been trapped in an illusion.

The surrounding scene began to change constantly, and the white mist rolled towards him.

He snorted coldly, the knife in his hand shook, and dozens of knife lights shredded the white fog.

The shredded white mist was still coming towards him.

His figure was blurred, three feet away from the inn, but there was white fog everywhere, and the white fog rolled up, still covering his figure.

Zhou Fan's face changed slightly, and all that was reflected in his eyes was white mist. The coldness from the purple-gold armor became more and more cold, and the different armored runes couldn't resist this invasion.

He began to feel heavy eyelids, and his mind was shaking. When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting on a wooden chair with a backrest, and he didn't even know how he sat down.

Zhou Fan remained calm, his eyes quickly swept away, and in front of him was a long square wooden table, not only him, but also seventeen people sitting around the square long wooden table like him.

Among them, three Cao Yanfang were also impressively listed.

On the left of Zhou Fan is Cao Yanfang, on the right is Guan Yingfeng, and close to Guan Yingfeng is Tan Yunfei.

"Brother Zhou, don't stand up." Cao Yanfang was slightly startled when he saw Zhou Fan, and then quickly reminded.

Zhou Fan originally wanted to stand up, but after Cao Yanfang said this, he did not stand up. He found that the seventeen people were sitting on chairs, motionless, and many of them still had fear on their faces.

Most of these people are warriors who enter the inn to prepare for the night.

"Why can't you get up?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Because you will die when you get up." Guan Yingfeng said with a bitter face.

"Who said that?" Zhou Fan asked.

"What we said, if you don't believe it, you can give it a try." A middle-aged man opposite Zhou Fan said solemnly.

"Brother Zhou, they said that someone stood up before and then died." Cao Yanfang said with a pale face.

Zhou Fan glanced at the wooden floor again. The wooden floor felt a little dark and greasy, there was no blood, and there was no blood in the air.

"Where's the dead person?" Zhou Fan glanced at the middle-aged man and asked.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, he thought for a moment and said, "It was absorbed."

What does it mean to be absorbed?

Zhou Fan was a little puzzled, but the middle-aged man did not intend to explain in detail.

"What are we sitting here waiting for?" Zhou Fan looked at Cao Yanfang again and asked.

"I don't know, Brother Zhou, we've only just arrived here. In fact, no one here knows, only that they can't leave the chair." Guan Yingfeng sighed.

At this time, the figure of the fat man that Zhou Fan had seen before appeared in the house, and all the warriors looked at him in unison.

"Who are you?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Let us go."

"It's not far from Gaoxiang County, aren't you afraid?"

"..."

This fat man didn't look like a human being. He glanced at everyone sitting indifferently, and the questioning voice suddenly stopped.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at Fatty. Even if he had the silent spell, he didn't dare to stand up rashly. After all, he couldn't be sure that the silent spell would definitely work.

If it doesn't work, then death awaits him.

Might as well just sit back and watch.

What's more, even sitting in a chair doesn't mean he doesn't have any fighting power.

He has not removed the armor form, to a certain extent, to avoid some accidents.

Of all the warriors present, no one recognized the origin of this fat man, nor did they know what happened to this inn?

This made Zhou Fan a little surprised.

Fatty still didn't speak, but a white mist swirled around him. When the gray mist dissipated, another long-haired man in black appeared with a ghost mask on his face.

The ghost mask is half blue and half red, and the two-color blue-red mask is terrifying, but only reveals a pair of small dark pupils looking at the warriors in the house.

Zhou Fan's face changed slightly, he remembered the masked organization he encountered in Tianliang City~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Those masked people also wore similar ghost masks.

If it is really the same organization, then the problem is big.

Zhou Fan turned his eyes away with a guilty conscience. He had killed two members of this organization, so it's better not to let him find out.

All the warriors looked at the masked man silently, with surprise in their eyes.

"Let's start." The masked man chuckled.

His voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been badly wounded.

After he said this, the figure quickly faded and disappeared into the room.

Fatty seemed to have come back to life. He grinned again, showing his yellowed teeth, and said, "Our game has begun. Only three of you eighteen can leave the White Mist Inn alive."

"Participating in the game, if you lose, you will die, and if you win, you will have the opportunity to leave."

"For those who do not participate in the game, after the three of them leave, there is only one dead end."