Chapter 3 Difficulty Surviving

In the thick darkness, there seemed to be a sound of wind.

There seemed to be the deep breathing sound of a wild beast.

Not long after the first scream came out, the second and third screams came quickly.

Ah! Ah…

Each time is closer.

The most recent one sounded directly next door to Yang Fang. The sound was extremely shrill, as if something extremely terrible had happened before he died.

Yang Fang's heart almost jumped out of his chest at this moment, and he hid under the bed desperately, trembling with fear.

He seemed to have anticipated his fate.

That evil spirit is active in his area and is about to rush into him?

However, as time goes by.

There was no movement in the room.

Yang Fang felt nervous and could clearly hear her heartbeat, beating like a drum.

This kind of suffering is really too painful.

He didn't dare to look out, what if the evil spirit was standing in front of his bed?

With a bitter heart, he lay under the bed, waiting anxiously.

In this way, time passes.

Unknowingly, the rooster crows outside, and it seems to be dawn.

Yang Fang finally became more courageous, stretched out his head and looked into the dim room.

The room was empty, and there was no trace of the evil spirit.

"It didn't come to kill me?"

Yang Fang felt anxious and uneasy, and it has not completely calmed down yet.

The latest scream was right next door to me.

He thought he could not escape this disaster.

Suddenly, Yang Fang looked at a rusty sword on the wall.

He bought the rusty sword from a street stall for eighty yuan. The rusty sword was mottled and the blades on both sides were pitted. Although he later re-sharpened it, it still looked dilapidated.

He crawled out from under the bed, grabbed the rusty sword, retreated to a corner, gritted his teeth and tried to practice the Thirteen Gale Swords in the room.

No matter what, he had to find a way to protect himself first.

The roosters crow outside more and more frequently.

The originally dark sky began to gradually become brighter, until the sun completely rose.

There were noisy discussions in the distance, and it seemed that many people had already walked out. It could be judged from their voices and tone that everyone was full of horror.

Yang Fang finally stopped practicing his sword, panting, and looked at the panel in front of him.

Name: Yang Fang

Life span:21/32 years

Cultivation level: Unqualified (20/30)

Mental Technique: Introduction to Yang Yan Jue (6/100)

Martial Arts: Introduction to Thirteen Gale Swords (30/100)

Qualifications: Terrible (1/5)

I practiced for probably more than two hours.

The progress of Thirteen Gale Swords has changed from (18/100) to (30/100), and it takes about seven or eight minutes to complete one session on average.

Although his cultivation level was still below the first level, he felt that his reaction ability and speed had greatly improved.

This feeling is like practicing Dugu Nine Swords without internal strength. Although the moves are weak, the advantage is that the reaction is faster.

Yang Fang's heart beat suddenly, and he became bold and looked outside through the crack in the door.

His room was extremely simple, and there was no yard outside, so he could easily see what was going on outside.

I saw a lot of people gathered outside, talking about it.

"Dead, all dead, more than thirty people died in this area last night!"

"More than thirty people? It's terrible!"

"What kind of evil thing is this? When will this stop?"

"That evil thing is extremely cunning. It was still active in the East Fang a few days ago. Unexpectedly, it came directly to the West Fang tonight. It's really hard to guard against."

From everyone's discussion, Yang Fang heard a lot of information.

This evil thing is terrifyingly powerful and its activities are irregular.

I was in Dongfang a few days ago, and I came to Xifang last night.

"Can I still go back?"

His lips were dry and he looked at his left arm again.

He didn't want to stay in this world for even a moment longer.

If he had known this, he should have believed Zheng Fanghua's words and asked him for more information.

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and then a voice came from outside the door, "Is Brother Yang Fang still there?"

Yang Fang quickly looked out through the crack in the door.

I saw a figure wearing the same tattered and patched clothes, with a dark complexion, knocking on the door, as if to make sure he was still alive.

Yang Fang vaguely remembered the other party's name in his mind.

Wang Hai.

They were friends of the original owner at Fuyun Wharf. They were both coolies at Fuyun Wharf and lived not far away.

"Still."

Yang Fang tried to calm his voice and respond.

"You're still here? That's great. I thought you were killed too."

Wang Hai outside said in surprise.

"Yes, I heard the screams last night and was too scared to go out."

Yang Fang responded.

"It's okay now, please open the door!"

Wang Hai said.

Yang Fang hesitated for a moment, then opened the door from the inside.

The morning sun is dazzling.

There were muddy roads in front of him, and looking forward, they were all houses made of mud and thatch. There were also figures in tattered clothes standing next door to him. The people next door were watching with surprise and discussion.

"You're really fine."

Wang Hai showed his joy, looked at Yang Fang, and said, "By the way, Manager Cheng is on duty at the dock today. Remember to go there early. Manager Cheng is always strict. You must not go late. I still have things to do, so I have to go first."

Already."

When he saw that Yang Fang was okay, he gave a few instructions and left here directly.

Yang Fang's expression changed, and his heart was complicated.

Is this the poor ancient life?

As he thought about it, some impressions about Manager Cheng quickly emerged.

In my impression, Manager Cheng had a cruel personality and was extremely difficult to get along with. He would beat and scold workers at every turn, and many workers were even beaten to death by him.

He deliberately refused to go to work, so he immediately walked home, rummaged through the rice vat and the noodle vat, and started looking for something to eat. As a result, he turned around and found that the rice vat and noodle vat were all empty.

In addition, the original owner left very little money, only thirty coins.

Yang Fang was speechless.

Didn't this guy save some rice during his lifetime?

Or is it that rice in this world is too expensive?

He took thirty cents and walked outside.
To be continued...