After the man named Wang Seventeen was knocked with a stick, he was a little confused, normally, the dreamer should have knocked politely on the door, and then he talked to the dreamer, and then told the dreamer that he was going to start hunting, so that the dreamer could escape.

It's just that why did this dream man knock him on a sticky stick as soon as they met?

But soon his gaze at Zhou Fan changed from blank to fierce, his face instantly turned pale, his eyes turned white, and he wanted to rush at Zhou Fan.

It's just that Zhou Fan indifferently raised the wooden stick, and while Wang Seventeen had not yet stood firmly, he knocked one stick after another at Wang Seventeen's head.

Wang Qiqi tried to raise his head again and again, but he was knocked down, his hands stretched forward, but he couldn't catch anything.

The wooden stick hit Wang Seventeen's head with blood, and he finally fell to the ground.

Wang Seventeen couldn't stand up, he stretched out a finger and pointed at Zhou Fan and shouted, "My brother ......"

Zhou Fan didn't let Wang Seventeen finish talking and knocked several more sticks, until the stick was broken, he gasped slightly and stopped his hand, and then Wang Seventeen's brains were knocked out.

Even if Wang Seventeen had the ability to transform into corpses, he would die so much that he could no longer die.

Zhou Fan threw away the wooden stick and dragged Wang Seventeen's body in, he entered the house, first glanced at the layout of the house, and when he saw the hunting bow, hunting knife, and axe hanging on the wall, his face showed a look of joy.

He took off his three things, hung his hunting knife and axe around his waist, and pulled the bowstring again before nodding in satisfaction.

He did not stay in the hut any longer, but pushed the stove down on the plank, stripped Wang XVII of his animal skin clothes, and put it on himself before leaving the hut.

Out of the cabin, there was no hiding place around the cabin, but it didn't matter.

Light snow continues to fall from the sky.

Zhou Fan rolled in a circle on the ground, his body was stained with snowflakes, and he leaned over on the snow.

He felt the chill from the ice and snow, and his body felt a little numb, but he still leaned over motionless, letting the fine snow cover him.

Zhou Fan was wrapped in a thick animal skin, and he was not afraid of ice and snow to freeze him to death in a short time.

The man he killed said that there was a brother, and maybe his brother would come back soon, and Zhou Fan decided to wait here a little longer.

The clock is ticking.

At that moment two men came on horseback.

They looked exactly like Wang Seventeen killed by Zhou Fan, and it was difficult to discern any difference between the two at all.

And they also carried hunting knives, axes, bows and arrows.

They stopped without rushing to the hut, mounted their arrows, clasped their bowstrings in their fingers, and looked around with wary eyes.

Such a scene made Zhou Fan's pupils shrink, and the two obviously knew that he was here.

This made Zhou Fan a little puzzled, but he still didn't move, because the two of them only knew that he was nearby, and they couldn't know his exact location.

"Be careful, there is something wrong with the person in this dream, I thought Eighteen's death was just an accident, but Seventeen was also killed by him so quickly, and the two of us were also allowed to enter the dream, which is very revealing. Wang XVI whispered to Wang XV.

"Could it be that you have already woken up from a dream?" asked Wang Fifteen with a solemn face.

"It's possible, even if there are very few people who wake up from the dream, but it really doesn't make sense if it weren't for that. Wang Sixteen nodded.

The person who wakes up from the dream has a fully awake consciousness and is the most difficult to deal with.

Wang 16 and Wang 15's tracking hunch could clearly sense that the person was near the wooden house, if it wasn't for the dreamer who woke up, how would they know to be squatting here?

That's why they're so cautious.

The nightmares caused by the Ring of Horrific Nightmares are continuous, as are the dreams of their eighteen brothers, and if Eighteen fails, they will be handed over to Seventeen.

Their eighteen brothers didn't seem too weird, but they were high-level Dream Rings, and they had evolved a certain amount of intelligence, realizing that it was a dream, and knowing that they were dealing with the person in the dream.

And no matter what kind of thing comes here, it can't bring the ability in, whoever enters this dream is just an ordinary person with ordinary strength, and their eighteen brothers are experienced hunters, and they can also corpse to obtain a stronger vitality than ordinary people, this is the terrible thing about their dream.

Whoever comes in will usually die in a dream and lose their lives completely.

It's not that there hasn't been a dream man who escaped before, but it was the dream man who was lucky enough to escape the hunt, and the other brothers didn't have anything at all, but now eighteen and seventeen failed to die one after another, which was something that had never happened to them,

There's something wrong with that dream man!

"Seventeen is too stupid, I obviously know that Eighteen died at the hands of this dream man, how can I be so careless?" Wang Fifteen said viciously.

"He probably thought it was an accident, but if it were us, we might be careless, after all, who would have thought that the person in the dream would wake up?" Wang Sixteen shook his head.

"He could be in the cabin. Wang Sixteen looked at the black smoke of the wooden house.

There is no place to hide, and the wooden house is the most likely place to hide.

"Not necessarily, he may have fallen on his stomach in the snow and ambushed us. Wang 15 said in a deep voice.

"Makes sense. Wang XVI also affirmed this inference.

Wang Fifteen and Wang Sixteen's footsteps became slower and slower, they stared at the wooden house, stared at the snow, and beware of Zhou Fan's surprise attack.

But no matter how patient they were, until they got close to the hut, they didn't find anything.

The snow is too big, and the small wind and snow that fall obscure the view, and it is not easy to find a person.

While they were still hesitating to break down the door, an arrow came from behind them.

Shout!

The arrow shot at Wang XVI's head, piercing his head.

Wang Sixteen died and fell to the ground in an instant.

But Zhou Fan's position was also exposed, and Wang Fifteen did not hesitate to turn around and shoot arrows.

Zhou Fan didn't have time to take the second arrow, he just rolled on the snow and avoided the arrow shot by Wang Fifteen.

He immediately got up, took out his axe, and pounced on Wang Fifteen like a leopard.

Wang Fifteen was not in a hurry, took out an arrow, put it on the bowstring, and aimed at Zhou Fan's head.

Seeing that Wang Fifteen pulled the bowstring tight, he was about to shoot through his head.

Zhou Fan let out a strange shout, he was already very close to Wang Fifteen, and the snow he was holding in his left hand spilled out.

With a snap, it was sprinkled on Wang Fifteen's eyes, making Wang Fifteen subconsciously close his eyes,

With this closing of his eyes, his archery movement slowed down a little.

Zhou Fan had already pounced, and he slashed the bow with an axe.

Wang Fifteen was slashed back a step, and he swung his longbow at Zhou Fan, trying to stop Zhou Fan's attack.

But this hurried swing could not stop the second axe that Zhou Fan raised, and he slashed at Wang Fifteen's neck with an axe.

Burst!

Blood gushed from the blade of the axe.

Wang Fifteen quickly turned into a corpse, and his skin and pupils turned pale, but this only delayed his death.

This axe is just too deadly.

Zhou Fan pulled out the axe, Wang 15 covered his throat, screamed a few times, and fell to the snow.