Thin strands of rain fell on the houses of the camp and on the clearing, carrying with them the chill peculiar to autumn rain.

At this time, it seems that there are only three people left in the patrol camp: Zhou Fan, the captain of Yuanshu Village, Shan Yong, and the Fu Master Hu Yao.

Zhou Fan looked at the guard drum of the black-edged yellow beast eardrum.

Shan Yong and Hu Yao saw that Zhou Fan stopped, and they had to stop.

"My lord, what are you ......?" Shan Yong asked softly.

"Oh, nothing. Zhou Fan shook his head with a smile, "Just when I saw the drum, I remembered the drums in my village, and I lost my mind for a while, so don't blame me." ”

Zhou Fan and the three of them left Weigu and came to an empty room in the patrol camp.

"My lord, the conditions are simple, please stay here for a while to rest, I will have someone bring you hot water and clean clothes, and then find a good place to sleep in the village for the adults at night." Shan Yong said again.

"Thank you in advance, but I'll rest here at night, so I don't have to look for another house. Zhou Fan shook his head and said.

"This ......" Shan Yong glanced at Hu Yao with some hesitation.

"Listen to your lords. Hu Yao said.

Shan Yong then responded, and left quickly to arrange things.

Hu Fushi stayed to talk and chat with Zhou Fan, and after talking for a while, Zhou Fan told him that he was not polite, he could stay here by himself, and let him do his own thing.

Only then did Master Hu say goodbye and leave.

As soon as Master Hu left, Zhou Fan's face showed a thoughtful look, he thought for a moment and said to the old man who was shaking his body to dry the rain on his body: "Is there any strange discovery?"

The old man stopped, looked at his master, and let out a low whimper, which did not see any danger.

"That should be my delusion. Zhou Fan shook his head, after all, this Shan Yong and Hu Yao, in his opinion, there is nothing suspicious.

Besides, it was an accident that he came to Yuanshu Village, and it turned out that he didn't plan to enter this village.

After a while, clean clothes and hot water were brought in by Shan Yong's arrangement.

After they left, Zhou Fan took off his wet clothes, took a hot bath, and changed into dry clothes, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

The longer you spend in the wild, the more you miss the life of human society.

Of course, the days in the wild were not difficult for him.

In the evening, Shan Yong came over to invite Zhou Fan, saying that the banquet had been arranged.

Zhou Fan could only follow.

The feast was set up in the village, and they left the patrol camp and walked towards the village.

I don't know if it's because the rain just stopped, but along the way, I didn't meet a few villagers.

The whole village gave him a sense of coldness and loneliness.

Shan Yong was talking to him, and Zhou Fan put away his strange thoughts and talked to Shan Yong.

The two soon arrived at a house, where there were six other people, sitting around the edge of the wine table, on which there were already seven or eight dishes.

saw that Shan Yong came with Zhou Fan.

The six people hurriedly got up and saluted Zhou Fan.

These six people have Yuan Shumura Muramasa, two talismans, and three deputy captains.

Zhou Fan smiled and exchanged pleasantries with everyone before sitting down.

Zhou Fan's personality is not difficult to get along with, and under the intention of everyone in Yuanshu Village, the guests of honor at this banquet are happy.

It was already dark after the feast.

The two deputy captains rushed to take shifts, and the rest chatted with Zhou Fan for a while, and Zhou Fan saw that it was almost over, so he said goodbye.

Everyone enthusiastically stayed for a while, but Zhou Fan refused, and they didn't stay.

The two talismans sent Zhou Fan back to the patrol camp.

After returning to the patrol camp and locking the door to complete tonight's cultivation, he went to bed.

After appearing on the boat, he continued to cultivate, and since he got the dragon god's blood in the hands of the black dragon that night, he hadn't seen the black dragon in the past few nights.

It was not uncommon for the guide not to show up on the ship, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

After cultivating for a while, when the time was up, he was vacated out of the Gray River space.

When I opened my eyes, I found that it was pitch black inside.

Turning his head to look out of the small window, the same was true outside.

He shook his head, it was still daylight.

Leaving the Gray River space before dawn has happened several times before, due to the fact that the time flow rate of the gray river space always changes.

When he saw that it was not dawn, he continued to sleep with his eyes closed.

He quickly fell asleep.

It seemed that someone was looking at him, he tried to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't see the person clearly, he could only see a vague figure that seemed to be shrouded in white mist, and vaguely felt that it seemed to be her?

She was dressed in red, and her figure was ethereal.

When he approached, the man went away.

Keep your distance from him.

He became impatient and quickened his pace, and after the man had fled some distance, he suddenly accelerated towards him.

This time it was so abrupt, so abrupt that he still couldn't see her face clearly, and could only see her white eyes without pupils.

The red-clothed figure vanished.

He faintly heard the sound of footsteps ringing in his ears, and he realized that he was dreaming.

He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't, and his eyelids seemed to be stuck to something.

He felt something strange walking around in front of the bed.

"Dude?" he called inwardly, hoping that the old man would get rid of the strange thing.

The cold aura spread from the bedside monster to his side, and his skin suddenly had goosebumps, this was not a dream.

Something was indeed standing at the head of his bed.

But he just couldn't wake up!

The eyelids are still slimy, this state makes him feel a slight chill in his heart, what's going on?

His consciousness clearly remembered that he had borrowed the house in the patrol camp of Yuanshu Village, and there was no way there could be anything strange here.

The cold breath no longer lingered in the membrane, but penetrated through the pores.

He was as cold as if he were in an ice cave.

At this moment, the qi and blood boiled, and the blood mixed with the blood of the dragon god exuded warmth, instantly strangling the cold aura.

His stiff body suddenly recovered, and he tried to open his eyes, which opened easily.

He immediately sat up, his hand grabbing the rusty knife and talisman bag beside the bed.

It's still pitch black.

There was silence everywhere, and nothing was found.

The old man was also awakened by him, stood up and wagged his tail.

Sweating profusely, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and face.

Did he just have a nightmare?

No, he quickly denied this possibility, whether it was the red figure in the dream or the things walking around the bedside, he had a very clear perception.

If it weren't for the critical moment, the dragon god's blood played a role and dispelled that chill, he might not have died, after all, there was still an empty sound ghost thunder in the bones in his body, even if the empty sound ghost thunder and the dragon god's blood could not work.

The most he could do was lose a special ink charm similar to the dragon scales that had been used for the dead face.

The dragon god's blood dispelled that cold aura that could be fatal, that meant that there was really something that put him in danger just now!

Thinking of this, Zhou Fan's eyes turned cold.