Chapter 13 Fog

The monster in the snow-colored jade plate has a big head and a small body. Its head is like a swollen fist, with a pair of golden convex pupils at the front of the fist, a tail like a fish tail, and gray scales all over its body.

The fist-shaped head opened a hole, and it was full of sharp and sharp bone spurs.

The gray-clothed old man's face was indifferent, he put the fishing rod on the table, and the gray fog condensed in his right hand, turning it into a sharp knife.

The old man's right wrist trembled slightly, and the dazzling light of the knife enveloped the white jade plate. After the chi chi sound, the monster had already been cut into hundreds of thin slices.

The sharp knife was atomized and turned into a pair of chopsticks. When the old man picked up a slice, a dozen or so sauce plates suddenly appeared on the table, or maybe the sauce plates were always there, but Zhou Fan couldn't see them.

The slices held by the chopsticks were placed in one of the sauce plates, dipped in the seasoning, and thrown into his mouth. He narrowed his eyes and chewed slowly, the old lines on his face wrinkled.

The weird thing is that the old man in gray didn't glance at Zhou Fan from beginning to end, as if Zhou Fan didn't exist.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows slightly. He walked towards the old man, but he was thinking in his heart that the old man suddenly appeared, and he could turn the monster into food in a way he could not imagine.

If he wanted to kill him, he would definitely not be able to escape, so he simply walked over to see if he could find out the origin of this old man.

The most important thing is to figure out why he appeared in this strange space, on this ship.

When Zhou Fan walked towards the old man, he was still observing the old man with his own habits. He found that the old man really ignored his existence and focused on the food in the porcelain plate.

The pair of chopsticks of the gray-clothed old man kept picking up thin transparent slices, dipping in the seasoning and eating slowly, even if Zhou Fan walked to his side, he didn't raise his eyes.

Zhou Fan stood on the side and waited patiently. He didn't know what character this person was, so he couldn't speak first, but waited for the other party to speak first.

If the other party has not opened his mouth, he decides to wait until the old man finishes his meal before speaking.

It is always better to talk when a person has enough to eat and drink than when he is hungry.

Different sauces contain different seasonings, such as soy sauce, chili, minced ginger, mashed radish... More are the seasonings that Zhou Fan can't recognize.

The old man sometimes only dips in one kind of condiment, and sometimes dips in two or three kinds of mixture and eats it. Every time he eats the food, he always narrows his eyes slightly.

The old man ate slowly, but the meat slices on the jade plate quickly bottomed out. When only one piece was left, he looked up at Zhou Fan and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"

Only then did Zhou Fan realize that the old man's pupils were dark gray, and the gray eyes were like vortexes in the ocean, bottomless.

Zhou Fan shook his head. He was cautious about this weird biological piece of meat. The old man could eat it mysteriously, but it didn't mean that Zhou Fan could eat it.

When the old man saw that Zhou Fan didn't want to eat it, he didn't persuade him any more, but picked up the last piece of meat and dipped it in minced ginger chili oil and ate it.

After eating, the old man said with a long sigh of relief: "For the sake of not disturbing my meal, you can ask me some questions."

"I don't know what to call the old gentleman?" Zhou Fan asked politely.

With a wave of the old man's hand, the porcelain plate on the square table turned into gray mist and dispersed, and he slowly said, "I didn't have a name, you can call me Hui, you can call me Mist, or you can call me Blood, and you can even call me blood. A name doesn't matter."

no name?

Why no name?

Ash? fog? Is it from the dismantling of the gray fog?

What about blood? Blood cells from the top of the head?

Several thoughts flashed in Zhou Fan's mind, and he continued with a look of respect on his face: "It turns out to be Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu, what is this place?"

"Just call me Mist, don't add any old gentlemen." Mist sat down. When he sat down, a few strands of gray mist gathered together, and there was an extra chair. He was just sitting on the chair,

"As for where is this place?"

Wu paused for a while before shaking his head and said: "I don't know, it shouldn't have a name, but if you feel uncomfortable without a name, you can call it Grey River Space."

"Grey River Space..." Zhou Fan muttered in his heart, he kept looking at the old man he called 'Mist', but unfortunately, from beginning to end, the old man's face was always indifferent, it was difficult to see more s things.

"Mist, why am I here?" Zhou Fan asked a question he was most concerned about, and he listened to his advice and changed his name.

Zhou Fan understood that the other party said so, it would be more appropriate to call him directly.

"How do I know?" Wu said with a sneer, "I didn't make you people appear here."

"We?" Zhou Fan keenly captured the key words in Mist's mouth, which showed that he was definitely not the first person to appear on this ship.

"Okay, you've asked enough." Wu showed a hint of impatience, "You're the one who boarded the ship this time, so I have something to tell you."

Zhou Fan didn't say a word, just listened silently.

"You can only do three things on this boat. The first thing is fishing." With a wave of the fog, the thin gray fog rolled around, and seven fishing rods suddenly appeared on the square wooden table.

The seven fishing rods are of different colors, namely jet black, light purple, emerald green, fiery red, golden yellow, silver white and dark gray.

"The second thing is to jump off the boat. The third thing is to stay and do nothing. When the time is up, you can return to your own world." Wu looked at Zhou Fan and asked, "Are you going to fish now?"

"Why do you want me to fish?" Zhou Fan asked back with a frown.

"It's not that I want you to fish, it's that you only want to fish." A strange smile appeared on Wu's face, "It's your choice whether you want to fish or not, since you're on this boat, I won't force you to do anything. thing."

Zhou Fan asked, "What happens when you go fishing?"

"There's always a balance here, you will gain something and lose something when you fish." Wu said slowly, "But for the first time fishing, it's a free gift. Well, it can't be said to be free, after all. You have already paid the price in advance to get in here."

"What will I gain? What will I lose?" Zhou Fan's heart skipped a beat and asked, "What did I lose here?"

"These three questions are too complicated for me to answer. If you want to know, you can find your own way." Wu shook his head and said.

"Did I lose my lifespan when I came here?" Zhou Fan suddenly asked, he still had a few years of lifespan left, or it had something to do with this place.

Wu's gray eyes looked at Zhou Fan in surprise. He smiled and said, "As you can guess, it is your lifespan. You have to spend a lot of lifespan to get on this ship!"

"Sure enough, it's because of this!" Zhou Fan said coldly, "Is there any way to get my life back? It doesn't matter if I get off the boat."

The ghost wants to board this weird ship. If he can get his life back, Zhou Fan is definitely not willing to stay here.

Wu's face was calm and said: "Life cannot be taken back, at least I can't do it for you, you can only jump if you want to get off the boat. This is the second thing I said."

"What will happen to me if I jump off the boat?" Zhou Fan asked, looking at the guardrail beside the boat.

"I don't know." Wu looked at the misty river and smiled, "There were also several who jumped off the boat, but I never saw them again, so I don't know what would happen?"

do not know……

Zhou Fan's expression changed slightly. He remembered the dark shadows cruising on the smooth bottom of the river. Jumping off the boat is definitely not a good choice!

Zhou Fan wanted to ask again, but Wu suddenly said: "Your time is up, then see you next time, but don't die, once you die, you will never be able to meet again."

For a while, Zhou Fan shook his head, and when he opened his eyes again, he returned to the real world.