In the tent, after Zhou Fan finished today's marrow washing cultivation, he put away the black and red porcelain bottle containing the empty sound ghost thunder, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

When he was alone in the wasteland, under the pressure of danger, in order to improve his strength, he had already tried to wash the marrow skull and successfully stepped into the high stage of marrow washing.

Now he still has nineteen skulls left without marrow washing, and as long as these nineteen skulls are completed, his marrow washing section will be considered perfect.

After feeling the majestic true qi in the bones and the gas field for a while, he put away the silent note that isolated the sound, if it weren't for the silent note, the empty sound ghost thunder and the ghost sound would be transmitted, maybe there would be some misunderstanding.

Zhou Fan listened attentively, and heard the night warrior outside the camp whispering, and the guy lying on the ground also wagged his tail at him.

After making sure there was nothing wrong outside the camp, he lay down and went to sleep.

Entering the Grey River space, he habitually looked to the other side of the boat as he appeared on the boat.

It's just that tonight, the black dragon is not there.

But it's not surprising that these guides disappear occasionally.

Zhou Fan did not get entangled, but concentrated on his own cultivation.

After some time, he suddenly noticed that his body on the ship had become a little blurry.

This made Zhou Fan's face change slightly, but he didn't have time to think about it, he had already broken away from the gray river space.

As soon as Zhou Fan opened his eyes in reality, he sat up and saw the old man who was jumping on the bed and pulling his trouser legs.

When the old man saw that he was awake, he let out a few low whines, and the hair on his body stood on end.

Zhou Fan stretched out his hand and picked up the rusty knife and talisman bag placed next to the bed.

His eyes scanned vigilantly at the tent, which was lit by oil lamps but was still somewhat dim.

In the wild, even if you sleep, you will always light the oil lamp, otherwise when danger strikes, even if you can wake up quickly, it is easy to die in a dark environment.

It's just that the tent is empty, and nothing has been found except for him and his brother.

Dude still didn't care about barking, it didn't know where the danger was coming from, but it sensed it.

Zhou Fan got out of bed barefoot, he hung the talisman bag on his waist at will, and the rusty knife was already out of the sheath.

He knew that the dude would not sense a mistake, and it was very likely that something strange had entered the tent.

He listened attentively, and his face suddenly changed, and the outside ...... It's so quiet, it's frighteningly quiet.

Something happened!

Zhou Fan glanced at the forbidden evil talisman again, and there was no problem with the forbidden evil talisman, which made him feel a little more at ease.

It's just that his face is still ugly, there are eight warriors on duty at night, but these eight people don't seem to be able to make any movement, so they are subdued.

Thinking like this, he was worried about Li Jiujiu's safety, but he didn't rush out.

His eyes kept turning, looking up, down, left and right, because there was something hidden in the tent, and the dude was constantly scanning all corners of the tent with his eyes, which showed that the danger came from inside the tent.

The old man has a keen sense of danger, and Zhou Fan does not dare to have any contempt.

The old man suddenly barked at the oil lamp hanging in the middle of the tent.

Zhou Fan looked at the oil lamp carefully, and he realized that there was something wrong with the six flying insects flying around the oil lamp, these flying insects were as big as mosquitoes, just like the flying insects that usually like to surround the wick of the flame, but their wings were like flames, burning brightly.

"Flame Blood Worm!" Zhou Fan's face became ugly when these three words came out of his heart.

At this moment, six flying insects suddenly devoured the flames of the oil lamp, and they became as big as flies, and their whole bodies burned.

They buzzed and flew towards Zhou Fan, like six-point tiny sparks.

Zhou Fan sneered, and the rusty knife in his hand swung out, and the cold blue flames rose from the rusty knife.

Six blades of light flashed and completely crushed the six flying insects that hit them, and they fell to the ground, leaving six charred black fire spots the size of fingernails in the ground.

Only then did Zhou Fan put the knife back into its sheath, the Flame Blood Worm was just a blood-level monster, but it was a blood-level monster with a very high degree of danger.

They will devour the flames and then charge at their enemies, burning their skin with a slick of their blood, which will quickly burn like oil.

These six flame blood insects have not been in for a long time, and when Zhou Fan found them, they were devouring the flames.

I guess they were sensed by the dude as soon as they came in.

The Flame Blood Worms certainly didn't appear here for no reason, something drove them in.

Zhou Fan thought of this for the first time in his heart, and there was a purple gold light spreading out from his body, condensing into a purple gold light armor, and a different armor rune appeared on the light armor.

Only then did he cautiously lift the curtain of the tent and glance out, only to see the faint blue fire light emitted by the Flame Talisman, and not to see anyone.

There was no shadow of an ambush on either side.

He rushed out of the tent, the dude following him.

The early autumn evening breeze carries a chill.

Wearing the purple gold light armor, he didn't feel any chill, which meant that there were no toxins or curses in the air against him.

Zhou Fan looked around, and the empty night warrior in the camp was not there, as if he was the only one left.

His face was slightly cold under the purple gold armor, he didn't think much about it, and walked quickly towards Li Jiuyue's tent.

He stopped in front of the door of Li Jiu's tent, he didn't call out, but held his breath, went around to the other side of the tent, drew his knife and slashed, and with a hiss, the tent cracked, and he rushed straight inside.

The moment he rushed in, he was greeted by a golden sword.

The sword was filled with cold ice.

Zhou Fan drew a knife to block.

With a ding, the rusty knife collided with the golden long sword, and Zhou Fancai shouted in a low voice: "Brother Li, it's me." ”

Li Jiujiu was wearing daytime clothes before he withdrew his golden sword and said in a daze: "Brother Zhou, why did you break into my tent at night?"

"Something happened. Zhou Fan said helplessly, fortunately it was him, if it was someone else, maybe he would be killed by Li Jiuyi's sword.

"What's wrong?" Li Jiujiu also felt that something was wrong, he just got up from the bed, picked up the golden sword and wanted to take a look outside, only to find that the tent was cracked, and in a hurry, he could only swing the sword over, and the scene just now happened.

"The warrior on night duty in the camp is gone. Zhou Fan didn't care about the sword, but said in a deep voice.

Zhou Fan looked at the oil lamp in the tent, and only after he found no trace of the flame blood worm did he feel relieved.

Li Jiujiu's face became ugly.

The two did not elaborate, but rushed out of the tent.

They began to search for the other tents, but soon found that everyone in the camp was missing except for the two of them.

The empty camp gives people an eerie and terrifying feeling.

The thought of the warriors and horsemen in the convoy disappearing silently, both of them felt a slight chill in their hearts.