In the white mist, the cold is deep.

Zhou Fan could see the ice gas condensed into white when he exhaled.

Looking around, in the vast fog, there was no one to be seen, as if Cao Yanfang and the three of them had never appeared.

In the distance, the inn still glowed with a warm orange glow.

Zhou Fan stood in place and watched the inn, he thought silently and walked in the direction of the inn.

Since it is unavoidable, then don't avoid it again.

Strange to say, he had always wanted to stay away from the inn before, but he couldn't do it, but when he walked in the direction of the inn, the sense of distance that could not be escaped was lifted, and as he approached, the light of the inn was constantly magnifying.

The inn in the fog is also becoming clearer and clearer.

It wasn't until he reached the two feet of the inn that he stopped.

The inn was not as noisy as he and Cao Yanfang had observed for the first time, and had become silent.

Zhou Fan looked at it, raised his feet again, and walked to the door of the inn.

On the wall in front of the door, blood-red centipedes and small blue snakes climbed and crawled on the wall.

Under the eaves on the left side of the inn gate stood a fat man with a short figure, wearing a fat red brocade robe, a big head and a short neck, and a face as colored as pumpkin skin with a two-handed-figure mustache.

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 when he laughed, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears, revealing his smoky yellow teeth: "The three of them are inside, why are you so slow? ”

His voice was shrill and piercing, like the sneer of a knife cut through a steel plate.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Fan's rusty knife came out of its sheath, and the bright cold blue knife light poured towards him quickly and incomparably.

It's just that the fat man dissipates in the sword light like a phantom.

"Illusion?" Zhou Fan muttered to himself in a low voice, in fact, he had long suspected that this white mist might also be an illusion, and they had been trapped in the illusion.

The scene around him began to change, and the white mist swept towards him.

He snorted coldly, and the knife in his hand shook, and dozens of sword lights tore apart the white mist.

The torn white mist was still coming at him.

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

Zhou Fan's face changed slightly, and all that came into his eyes was a white mist, and the cold meaning from the purple gold armor became more and more cold, and the foreign armor runes could not resist this kind of invasion.

He began to feel his eyelids heavy and his mind fluttered, and by the time he came back to his senses, he was already sitting in a wooden chair with a backrest, and he couldn't even tell how he had sat down.

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

Among them, Cao Yanfang and the three are also impressively listed.

Zhou Fan's left is Cao Yanfang, on the right is Guan Yingfeng, and Guan Yingfeng's approach is Tan Yunfei.

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

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

Most of these people were warriors who had entered the inn to prepare for the night.

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

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

"Who said that?" Zhou Fan asked.

"If you don't believe me, you can give it a try. A middle-aged man opposite Zhou Fan said in a deep voice.

"Brother Zhou, they said that someone stood up before and then died. Cao Yanfang's face turned pale and said.

Zhou Fan glanced at the wooden floor again, the wooden floor had a black and greasy feeling, there was no bloodstain, and there was no blood in the air.

"What about the dead?" Zhou Fan asked after glancing at the middle-aged man.

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

What does it mean to be absorbed?

Zhou Fan was a little puzzled in his heart, but the middle-aged man didn't mean to explain in detail.

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

"I don't know, Brother Zhou, we have only just arrived, in fact, no one here knows, only that they can't get out of their chairs. Guan Yingfeng sighed.

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

"Who the hell are you?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Let us go. ”

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

“......”

The fat man didn't look like a human being, he glanced at everyone sitting with an indifferent face, and the questioning voice suddenly stopped.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at the fat man, even if he had a silent charm, he didn't dare to stand up rashly, after all, he couldn't be sure that the silent charm would definitely work.

If it doesn't work, death awaits him.

It's better to sit back and watch what happens.

What's more, even if he sits on a chair, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have any combat effectiveness.

He has not removed his armor form, in part to avoid some accidents.

Of all the martial artists present, none of them recognized the origin of this fat man, and they didn't know what was going on in this inn?

This made Zhou Fan a little surprised.

The fat man still didn't speak, but there was a white mist around him, and when the gray mist lifted, a long-haired man dressed in black appeared again, and the man wore a demon mask on his face.

The demon mask was half cyan and half red, and the blue and red mask was hideous and terrifying, revealing only a pair of small jet-black eyes that looked at the warriors in the room.

Zhou Fan's face changed slightly, and he remembered the masked people organization he had encountered in Tianliang City, and those masked people were also wearing similar demon masks.

If it's the same organization, it's a big problem.

Zhou Fan looked away a little weakly, he had killed two members of this organization, it was better not to let him find out.

All the warriors looked at the masked man in silence, and there was a look of surprise in their eyes.

"Let's get started. The masked man chuckled.

His voice was hoarse, as if he had once had a serious wound to his throat.

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

The fat man seemed to have come to life, he grinned again, showed the yellow teeth in his mouth and said, "Our game has begun, and only three of you eighteen people will leave the White Mist Inn alive at most." ”

"Those who participate in the game, if they lose, they die, and if they win, they have a chance to leave. ”

"Those who don't participate in the game will only be dead by the time the three of them leave. ”