Zhou Fan smiled and shook his head, feeling that he had asked too much, and he didn't know how to evaluate a person like Lin Wuya.

He didn't think much about it, glanced at the ghost burial coffin as big as a grain of rice, lifted up his little sister, used teleportation skills, and ran towards the wilderness. He stopped after running for half a stick of incense and staying away from the base camp.

He didn't know when bad luck would come, and he didn't know where he would come from, so it was meaningless no matter where he went. Maybe he would encounter the bad luck of death while running. It would be better to stay here and wait for the bad luck of death to come to him.

In this way, he can make some preparations here to deal with the fate of death.

He looked at the ghost burial coffin behind him again and found that the ghost burial coffin had changed from the size of a rice grain to its original appearance.

The twelve-hoofed black beast dragged the black iron sled. Zhou Fan did not move, so it stopped naturally, and three black shadow beasts with one horns were playing.

The gray shadow woman wrapped in gray skull and two gray shadow children were staring at Zhou Fan without moving. Their pupils were empty and deep, making people feel cold all over their bodies.

Zhou Fan smiled and said, "You are sometimes bigger and sometimes smaller. Are you afraid of disturbing the people? Even if you are afraid of disturbing the people, can you say it in advance next time you appear?"

Neither the gray shadow woman nor the gray shadow child spoke. When they were not moved, they looked like gray stone sculptures.

Zhou Fan was silent for a moment, and he looked at the blood-red coffin again, thinking that what should he do if the gray shadow woman opened the coffin and lifted the body exactly like him later?

But fortunately, the Gray Shadow Woman doesn't seem to have such a plan.

Zhou Fan felt helpless. Anyway, with his strength, he would definitely not be able to beat the Ghost Burial Coffin, and even if he could beat it, it would be useless. After all, this bad luck was not brought by the Ghost Burial Coffin.

He ignored the existence of the ghost burial coffin, took out a set of talisman arrays from the storage bag, and arranged them around.

The talisman formation may not be able to resist that bad luck, but it is worth it to block it for him at critical moments and give him enough reaction time.

In fact, the safest way is to use the little sister's broken bones to shuttle back to the mirror palace in the inter-domain, and use the Tongtian mirror in the hands of the Emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty to avoid it.

However, he gave up this method because the use of the Tongtian Mirror of the Great Wei Emperor was limited by the number of times. Even if the Emperor of the Great Wei Emperor was willing to use the Tongtian Mirror for him, he was embarrassed to occupy the life-saving objects of the Great Wei for his own affairs.

This is not the first time he has avoided bad luck, and he still has some confidence in the bad luck of this lifeless person.

After setting up dozens of formations, he touched his bald head and said, "Xiao Kun, come out for me."

The black hair drilled out of the bald head and soon condensed into Xiao Kun. Xiao Kun appeared as soon as he appeared, and the bloody clothes also appeared and covered her.

Even so, she looked at the ghost burial coffin and was still trembling. She sat on Zhou Fan's head, pretending to be unable to see the ghost burial coffin, and whispered: "Master, you shouldn't call me at this time."

She is not stupid, and the ghost burial coffin has come out, and the owner is going to be in trouble. This is the rule she summarized herself. At this time, it is best to hide in the owner's body and pretend to be dead. It is too dangerous to come out.

"Give me the murder clothes." Zhou Fan glanced at the bloody clothes on Xiao Kun's body and said.

"Master, you even want to steal my murder clothes." Xiao Kun said pitifully. At first, she disliked the murder clothes, but now she doesn't want to give them up. The murder clothes are life-saving objects.

"Give me the murder clothes, just hide back." Zhou Fan said angrily: "You don't need to hide in my body. Besides, this is my murder clothes, not yours."

Xiao Kun supported his little chin with his index finger, revealing a thoughtful look, "It makes sense, then... then lend it to the owner for use, but remember to return it to me."

She obviously ignored Zhou Fan's second half of the sentence, and took off her cloak-like murderous clothes.

The blood-colored murderous clothes quickly became bigger and covered Zhou Fan. He felt that he became stronger in an instant. Of course, he didn't care about the true energy increase of the blood-colored murderous clothes. He used the murderous clothes, which was just a fond of the defensiveness of the murderous clothes against the curse toxins.

When you are not sure what the bad luck is, you must be prepared for all the defensive methods you can use.

The blood-colored murderous clothes were originally tamed by him. He didn't dare to do anything when he was put on his body. He just looked a little evil when he was put on his body.

Xiao Kun had already hid back into Zhou Fan's body, and Zhou Fan could not use Xiao Xiao Kun to investigate for him. His spiritual thoughts were dispersed, which was much better than Xiao Xiao Kun's investigation.

After he was ready, he sat cross-legged and waited for the fate to come.

Time passed slowly, and his brows frowned slightly. Ling Nian found that a gust of wind blew gently across the distance, and green rhizomes grew on the ground. Red flowers grew instantly on the rhizomes, and the flowers formed dark red fruits.

The kind of fruit that can make people see the memory.

...

...

Chamu Village is the surviving village, a closed and remote village. If it weren't for the arrival of the exploration team, they wouldn't even know that the Qian Kingdom they were in had been destroyed overnight.

Of course, even so, in order to avoid panic in the entire village, only the warriors in the village, the village master, Fu Shi and others knew about the demise of Qian Kingdom.

The other villagers in the village knew nothing about this. The arrival of the exploration team asked the village to issue an order that no villagers were allowed to go out to farm again and could only stay in the village to do some miscellaneous work.

Although some villagers were dissatisfied, the village said that there would be compensation in the future and did not dare to say anything more.

There are not many miscellaneous work in the village, and it is impossible to have something to do every day. After the first conversation with the exploration team, all the villagers were idle.

"Grandpa, grandpa, tell us the story of the Wind God." A group of dirty children surrounded the old man sitting under the tree smoking a dry cigarette, squeaking the old man.

The old man deliberately teased the children with a kind smile on his face, and agreed to tell them the story.

The children all cheered, but they soon calmed down again, looking at the old man with all their hopes, and they could not get tired of listening to the story of Fengshen.

"Yes, it floats in the sky, colorless and invisible, feeds on people. If it needs it, it can even blow throughout the country overnight, and use the wind hands to kill everyone."

"A little devil like you, Feng Shen can barely eat enough to eat 100 million."

The old man said in a low voice, the children's faces turned pale and showed fear, thinking that they were wrapped by Feng Shen's invisible wind hand, thrown into the transparent belly, swallowed it, and blood splattered everywhere.

This is the God of Wind, the deity they fear the most.

"Grandpa, is that Feng Shen a weirdo?" A child asked in a low voice. He heard from his parents that there were many terrible monsters outside the village.

"Don't talk nonsense." The old man looked stern.
Chapter completed!