Because there were very few people entering the city, the restaurant seemed a little deserted. Zhou Fan stepped into the restaurant and saw that there were only four tables in the restaurant.

"Customer, should you eat or stay?" the waiter asked diligently with a smile on his face.

Zhou Fan ignored him and looked at the man sitting alone in the restaurant.

The man looked like an old farmer, with a sad look on his face revealed by the torture of life, and he was drinking alone.

He was wearing shabby clothes, but he didn't seem to be someone who could eat in a restaurant, especially when he ordered a table of good dishes.

Zhou Fan pointed to the man, "I made an appointment with him."

The waiter retreated.

Zhou Fan walked over and sat on the chair opposite the old farmer.

The old farmer didn't even look at Zhou Fan. He raised his glass and took a sip of the wine, "Are you a member of Yiluansi?"

The old farmer had a faint smile on his face, which was a confident and proud smile.

"Yes, who are you?" Zhou Fan's dangerous and palpitations came from this old farmer. He suppressed this feeling and looked at the old farmer.

The old farmer is not like a monk from the Great Wei Dynasty. Otherwise, if he sees him, he will probably guess his identity. Is it a wise man?

It was not that he discovered the old farmer, but that the old farmer guided him to discover him.

"Me?" the old farmer chuckled, "I am me. I am a farmer who is busy with three meals all day in Qingxuecheng."

"Farmer?" Zhou Fan also smiled, "It looks like it."

"Not like it, but it was." The old farmer corrected: "Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

"I would like to hear it carefully." Zhou Fan said that this old farmer always gave him a very strange feeling.

"Because you give me a very special feeling." The old farmer said: "I don't have this feeling in so many people in Qingxuecheng. You should be better than those in Yiluansi in Qingxuecheng."

This feeling is getting stronger and stronger, neither like a monk nor a wise man… Zhou Fan turned his mind and said, “I am indeed better than them.”

Zhiyou must have an understanding of the realm of human monks, but this person seems to have no idea what.

"How much better than them?" the old farmer said curiously.

"It's much stronger." Zhou Fan said: "Can you tell me what's going on in Snow City?"

"Yes." The old farmer said frankly: "After I awakened, I killed them all."

"Then are all dead people I see?" Zhou Fan asked calmly as he looked around the restaurant.

"Yes, they are all dead." The old farmer laughed and said, "Including my wife, son, and brother, I asked me to kill them."

When Zhou Fan found out that the old farmer said this, the people in the restaurant still did their own things as usual. He seemed to have not heard the scary words the old farmer said, "I can understand you kill strangers, but why do you even kill your own relatives."

"Because they are not worthy of me anymore, it is a kind of obstacle to me." The old farmer smiled brightly. "I will kill them so that I will not be disgusted. In the future, I will find the most beautiful women and let them give me more beautiful children."

"I understand, this is the same as a man who is rich and powerful, and he feels drifty." Zhou Fan nodded and said, "But if you want to find a beautiful woman, there are 100,000 people in Xuecheng, can't you find someone that meets your standards?"

The old farmer was silent for a moment before sighing: "I just woke up and was proud of my pride. I didn't have a good grasp of the power, so I killed everyone. I originally wanted to leave some."

"You said you're awakening?" Zhou Fan said.

"I am just a farmer, not awakening, so how can I have such powerful power?" The old farmer poured himself a glass of wine, "Do you don't believe I am a farmer?"

"I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it a little." Zhou Fan said: "But I still don't understand why you are so confident?"

"I may not be your opponent. Do you think no one in the entire Wei Dynasty is your opponent?"

"It's a very dangerous thing for you to stay here and not leave."

The old farmer was stunned for a moment, with a confused look on his face, "Yes, why don't I leave?"

"It seems that you have not completely lost your mind." Zhou Fan looked at the old farmer pitifully.

"Why do you say that?" the old farmer looked at Zhou Fan with a ferocious look on his face, "I have always been very sober."

"If you don't leave, you don't want to leave." Zhou Fan said: "You are no longer the same you. The original you in your heart let you stay in order to wait for me to kill you."

The old farmer crushed the cup in his hand, "So that's the case. If you didn't say it, I wouldn't understand, but you could kill me?"

The waiter, shopkeeper and diner in the restaurant stopped and looked at Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan did not look at them, his spiritual thoughts had already unfolded, knowing that they were looking at him.

The waiter, shopkeeper, and diner's body flattened, like a leaking ball.

Not only the restaurant, but the people in the whole city looked like leaking balls, which were deflated. The warriors and three four envoys of the Yiluansi Mansion were like this.

"It turns out that they are just a layer of skin." Zhou Fan sighed.

The old clothes on the old farmer had turned into bright red bloody clothes, and a strong smell of blood spread out from the bloody clothes.

"They originally had a certain consciousness and would look for various excuses for themselves to survive." The old farmer's voice became sharper, "This is not just another way of living, but you have deprived it of this way of living."

Zhou Fan's body had a true energy surge, and it was isolated from all the curse that tried to erode him. This curse was very powerful and was constantly consuming his true energy.

He understood that the people in the city were killed by this curse.

"You are indeed of course." The old farmer punched him out.

Bang!

The entire restaurant collapsed, and the direction of the fists bombarded, the houses turned into ashes, and nothing was left empty. Zhou Fan was the same.

The old farmer calmly said, "Maybe I was influenced by the original me to stay here, but what you said is not completely correct. I am strong enough to not care about staying."

"Is it that level?" Zhou Fan's figure appeared, with disdain on his face.

The old farmer's clothes became darker and thicker, and he punched Zhou Fan again.

Bang!

Huge energy collapsed countless buildings, and even the solid city walls inlaid with runes collapsed.

Zhou Fan still walked out of the collapsed house as if nothing had happened, "Is it only at this level?"

The old farmer looked surprised, and the edge of his bloody clothes roared. He quickly laughed wildly: "This is impossible. You must have used some special method to avoid my fist."

"What can just dodge do?"

The human skin of everyone in the city floated over and made a whistle sound. The blood clothes absorbed in. The blood clothes became bigger and bigger, hanging on the ground, like a huge blood clothes cloak.

The whole city was dyed like blood.

The blood eroded Zhou Fan's body, making him a bloody man. His body was melting and turning into a pool of flesh and blood.
Chapter completed!