"After all, it's hard to compare the advantages and disadvantages of the top-level anti-Duan Gong technique. Zhao Yazhu said slowly.

"As long as it's not too far off, thank you for your help. Eclipse nodded and said, this thing was given to her by Zhao Yazhu for free.

"You should know that I have a purpose for helping you, I want you to become stronger, anti-customer-oriented, and I also hope that you can help me at some times, such as the next time you possessed, so you don't have to thank me. Zhao Yazhu said sincerely.

"Have you found him?" Zhao Yazhu asked again, "I'm afraid he won't stay in that dangerous place for long." ”

If you leave, it will take a lot of trouble to find Zhou Fan.

"Don't worry, it's coming. There was a strange look in her eyes.

"Do you already have a clue?" Zhao Yazhu asked with a happy face.

"It can't be confirmed yet, but there is already a clear target location. Eclipse got the exercises she wanted, and she was rarely willing to reveal more.

"That's good. Zhao Yazhu smiled, but she quickly restrained her smile and said seriously: "You have to remember that surveillance is the mainstay, there is no absolute certainty, don't make a move." ”

"If he finds out that you've found him, and you don't check him, it's going to be a problem. ”

Eclipse didn't answer, her little face was solemn and nodded slightly.

......

......

Zhou Fan opened his eyes again, he sat up, ignoring the battle between Xiao Xuan's control of the empty sound ghost thunder and cold qi in his body, he glanced at the ghost burial coffin not far away.

The ghost burial coffin is business as usual, and this cold air can't help it, otherwise it can't continue to follow.

In this extremely cold zone, even monsters will be affected by the cold, so after entering this extreme cold zone, the number of monsters will drop sharply, and only some special monsters can survive here.

Since entering the extremely cold zone, Zhou Fan has occasionally seen some strange things.

But the ghost burial coffin is powerful Zhou Fan already knew that the ghost burial coffin had been following, and he also knew that the life and death crisis had not been resolved, and he still needed to be cautious.

Zhou Fan lay down again, and then he had to face the nightmare of the snowy mountain.

fell asleep, and when Zhou Fan opened his eyes again, he saw the bright red snow in his eyes.

If Zhou Fan was in a conscious state at this time, then he would know that it was not the first time he had seen this red snow with a faint light.

But now he didn't know anything, just looked around and began to move forward like a machine.

He just wanted to get out of here, he sensed something was wrong with the world.

The snow seemed endless, and he didn't know how long he had walked, until he saw a wooden house in the distance.

With a smile on his face, he walked towards the house, and when he got closer to it, it was still quiet, and there was no sound coming from the house.

Zhou Fan approached, it was so cold and snowy, the only window of the house was closed, so he couldn't see what was inside, he stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Is anyone there?"

"Is anyone there?" he asked the second question, but still no one answered.

"Is anyone there?" Zhou Fan asked the third sentence.

At this time, the wooden door was opened, and standing in front of Zhou Fan was a sturdy man, his hair was slightly curled and scattered, his shawl was scattered, his cheeks were black, and a pair of cold and unruly eyes looked at Zhou Fan indifferently: "Is there something wrong?"

The cruel eyes made Zhou Fan's heart feel slightly cold, and he muttered, "Where is this?"

"Where can this be?" the man asked coldly, "Of course this is a snow-capped mountain." ”

Zhou Fan didn't get to the bottom of it, he nodded, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"It's going to be snowing outside soon, so you'd better come in and take shelter. The man suddenly spoke.

These words made Zhou Fan slightly stunned, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse, because the man's eyes in front of him were too cold and ruthless, but he was afraid of the upcoming snowstorm.

The weather outside was indeed a bit unusual, and what the man said should be true, and a blizzard might soon fall on this bright red snow.

If he doesn't go into the wooden house and hide, he'll be killed by a blizzard.

Zhou Fan nodded and agreed.

When the man saw that Zhou Fan agreed, he didn't close the door, but turned around and walked towards the house.

Zhou Fan pushed open the door and walked in.

The hut was rudimentary, with only a log table, a few chairs, and knives and axes, hunting bows and arrows, and wild animal skins hanging between the four walls.

The man sat on a chair, poured a cup of hot tea for Zhou Fan, and poured another cup for himself.

Zhou Fan sat down, took the hot tea and drank a cup, feeling that the shell eroded by the cold outside was much more comfortable.

"I don't know what to call this big brother?" Zhou Fan saw that the man didn't speak, so he couldn't help but ask.

The man was cutting a piece of wood with a knife, and he glanced at Zhou Fan and said, "Wang Eighteen." ”

Zhou Fan also said his name, Wang Eighteen didn't react, he just used a wooden knife to cut the wood, and the sawdust kept falling.

Zhou Fan couldn't see what he was cutting, and there was a long silence between the two.

"Brother Wang, are you a hunter?" Zhou Fan asked, looking at the axes, hunting bows and arrows on the wall.

These weapons all shone with a cold cold light, and they were obviously regularly maintained.

Wang 18 stopped moving, and he said coldly: "I'm a hunter, aren't you bored?"

Zhou Fan was slightly stunned, he didn't know how to answer, it would be a lie to say that he was not boring, would it be too disrespectful to say that he was boring?

Wang 18 suddenly laughed: "Since it's boring, how about we play a game?"

"Still not. Zhou Fan resisted the word playing games in his heart.

The wind was whistling outside, and the cold wind was coming in through the cracks in the wood, and even the stove of the wooden house could not dispel the chill.

"The wind is blowing. Zhou Fan tried to divert the topic.

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, you listen to me. Wang Eighteen looked at Zhou Fan with cold eyes.

Zhou Fan could only close his mouth and look at Wang Eighteen.

"You just asked me if I was a hunter? I told you that I was a hunter, but there was something wrong. Wang Eighteen sighed and said.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Fan asked puzzled.

"I used to be a hunter, I haven't hunted in a long time now, and I'm a former hunter at most. Wang 18 explained.

"Why don't you hunt?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Because there is no prey here, there is no hunt to hunt, and of course there is no hunting. Wang 18 looked at the axes, bows and arrows, hunting knives and other weapons on the wall: "I can only hang them on the wall and take them down from time to time for maintenance, so that they will not be able to be used again when they rust." ”

There is no hunt to ...... Zhou Fan suddenly realized that he had been walking on the snow, and indeed he had not encountered any animals, and they were all extinct.

"What kind of hunter is a hunter if he doesn't hunt?" Wang Eighteen showed a mocking look on his face: "That's why I want to play a game with you." ”

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment, what does this have to do with hunters?

Wang Eighteen laughed, showing his white teeth: "This is a hunting game, and you are my prey." ”