The monster in the snow-colored jade plate had a large head and a small body, its head was like a puffy fist, with a pair of golden convex pupils at the front of the fist, and a tail like a fish's tail, covered with gray scales.

The fist-shaped head opened a gap, and it was full of sharp bone spurs.

The gray-clothed old man's face was indifferent, he casually put the fishing rod on the side of the table, and the gray mist condensed in his right hand, turning into a sharp knife.

The old man's right wrist trembled slightly, and a dazzling knife light shrouded the white jade plate, and after the snort, the monster had been cut into hundreds of thin slices of meat.

The sharp knife atomized and turned into a pair of chopsticks, and when the old man picked up a thin slice, more than a dozen flavor dishes suddenly appeared on the table, or the flavor dishes were all the same, but Zhou Fan couldn't see it.

The thin slice between the chopsticks was placed on one of the saucers, dipped in the seasoning, and then threw it into his mouth, he squinted his eyes and chewed slowly, and the old lines on his face wrinkled.

The strange thing is that the old man in gray didn't glance at Zhou Fan from beginning to end, as if Zhou Fan didn't exist.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, and he walked towards the old man, but he was thinking in his heart that this old man suddenly appeared and could make that monster into food in a way he couldn't imagine.

If he wanted to kill him, he would definitely not be able to escape, so he simply walked over by himself to see if he could find out what the old man was from.

The most important thing is to figure out why he is in this strange space, on this ship.

When Zhou Fan walked towards the old man, he was still observing the old man with his own habits, and he found that the old man really ignored his existence, and his mind was all on the food in the porcelain plate.

The old man in gray kept picking up the thin and transparent slices with his chopsticks, dipping them in the seasoning and eating them slowly, even if Zhou Fan walked to his side, he didn't raise his eyes.

Zhou Fan stood aside and waited patiently, he didn't know what kind of character this person was, so he couldn't speak first, but waited for the other party to speak first.

If the other party never spoke, then he decided to wait until the old man finished his meal before speaking.

A person who is well fed and drunk is always better to talk than to be hungry.

Different dishes contain different seasonings, including soy sauce, chili, minced ginger, and mashed radish...... It's more of a seasoning that Zhou Fan can't recognize.

Sometimes the old man dipped only one kind of spice, sometimes dipped two or three mixed and eaten, and every time the food was eaten, he would always squint slightly.

The old man ate slowly, but the slices of meat on the jade plate quickly bottomed out, and it was not until there was only one piece left that he looked up at Zhou Fan and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"

Only then did Zhou Fan realize that the old man's pupils were dark gray, and his gray eyes were like a whirlpool in the ocean, bottomless.

Zhou Fan shook his head, he was cautious about this strange biological meat piece, the old man was mysterious and could eat this thing, but it didn't mean that Zhou Fan could eat it, in case it contained highly poisonous, it would be over.

The old man saw that Zhou Fan didn't want to eat it, so he didn't persuade him anymore, but picked up the last piece of meat, dipped it in ginger and chili oil, and ate it.

After eating, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "For the sake of you not disturbing my meal, you can ask me some questions." ”

"I don't know what the old gentleman is called?" Zhou Fan asked politely.

With a wave of the old man's hand, the porcelain plate on the square table turned into a gray mist and dispersed, and he said slowly: "I don't have a name, you can call me Ash, you can call me Fog, you can call me Blood, and it doesn't even matter if you give me a name." ”

Don't have a name?

Why is there no name?

Is Gray Fog a word derived from Gray Fog?

What about blood? Does it come from the blood cells on the top of the head?

Several thoughts flashed through Zhou Fan's mind, and he continued with a hint of respect on his face: "It turned out to be Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu, may I ask what kind of place is this?"

"Just call me a fog, don't add any old gentleman. Fog sat down, and when he sat down, a few wisps of gray mist converged, and there was an extra chair, and he sat on it, "As for what place is this?"

Fog paused for a moment before shaking his head and said, "I don't know, it shouldn't have a name, but if you feel uncomfortable not having a name, you can call it the Gray River Space." ”

"Gray River Space ......" Zhou Fan muttered in his heart, he kept looking at the old man he called 'fog', but unfortunately, from beginning to end, the old man's face was always indifferent, and it was difficult to see more things.

"Fog, why am I here?" Zhou Fan asked the question he was most concerned about, and he listened to the opinion and changed his name.

Zhou Fan understands that the other party has said so, so it is more appropriate to call it directly.

"How do I know?" said with a sneer, "You people are here, and I didn't make it happen. ”

"We?" Zhou Fan keenly caught the key words in the mouth of the fog, which showed that he was definitely not the first person to appear on this ship.

"Well, you've asked enough. Fog showed a hint of impatience, "You're the one who boarded the ship this time, so I have something to say to you." ”

Zhou Fan didn't say anything, just listened silently.

"There are only three things you can do on this boat, the first is fishing. With a wave of the fog, the thin gray mist swirled, and there were suddenly seven more fishing rods on the square wooden table.

The seven rods are different in color, which are jet black, light purple, emerald green, fiery red, golden yellow, silver white, and dark gray.

"The second thing is to jump ship, the third thing is to stay and do nothing, and when the time comes, you can go back to your own world. Wu looked at Zhou Fan and asked, "Do you want to fish now?"

"Why do you want me to fish?" Zhou Fan frowned and asked rhetorically.

"It's not that I want you to fish, it's that you want to fish. A strange smile appeared on Mist's face, "It's up to you to choose whether to fish or not, and since you're on this boat, I won't force you to do anything." ”

Zhou Fan asked, "What happens if you fish?"

"It's always balanced here, fishing you gain something and you lose something. Fog said slowly, "But the first time you fish, it's a free gift, well, it can't be said to be free, after all, you can come in here and pay the price in advance." ”

"What will I gain, and what will I lose?" Zhou Fan's heart skipped a pound and asked, "What did I lose when I came in here?"

"These three questions are too complicated for me to answer, if you want to know, figure it out yourself. Fog shook his head and said.

"Did I lose my lifespan when I came here?" Zhou Fan suddenly asked, he still had a few years left to live, or something to do with it.

Wu's gray eyes looked at Zhou Fan with some surprise, and he smiled: "Let you guess, it's lifespan, you have to pay a lot of life to board this ship!"

"Sure enough, it's because of this!" Zhou Fan said with a cold face: "Then there is a way to return my life, and it doesn't matter if I get off the boat." ”

The ghost wants to board this weird ship, if he can get back his lifespan, Zhou Fan definitely doesn't want to stay here.

Fog said calmly: "Life span can't be retrieved, at least I can't do it for you, you can only jump off the boat if you want to, that's the second thing I said." ”

"What will happen to me if I jump ship?" Zhou Fan asked, looking at the guardrail next to the boat.

"I don't know. Fog looked at the misty river and smiled, "There were a few who jumped ship, but I never saw them again, so I don't know what will happen?"

I don't know......

Zhou Fan's face changed slightly, he remembered the black shadow cruising at the bottom of the river like a smooth realm, jumping ship was definitely not a good choice!

Zhou Fan wanted to ask again, but the fog suddenly said: "Your time is up, then see you next time, but don't die, once you die, you will never be able to meet again." ”

The world swirled for a while, Zhou Fan shook his head, and when he opened his eyes again, he returned to the real world.