Chapter 44 The Price of Fishing

After Gui Feng came out of the kitchen, Zhou Fan and Yi Yimu stopped talking and talked about other light things.

"Afan." While speaking, the thin monkey rushed in.

Zhou Fan stood up and said with a smile: "Slim monkey, you are here, I have been waiting for you."

Zhou Fan took the thin monkey away. He was afraid that the thin monkey would talk nonsense and tell what happened today.

When they got to the backyard of the house, the thin monkey said anxiously, "Afan, what happened this afternoon? Did your partner ask Wei Wei to kill him?"

Zhou Fan didn't hide it, and told the thin monkey about what happened today in detail. After all, the thin monkey is likely to encounter this kind of thing.

The thin monkey turned pale when he heard it, and his voice trembled a little: "It turns out that it is so dangerous, that is, Afan. If I touch it, I will definitely die."

What happened today gave Shouhou a great shock. He practiced martial arts next, and even without Zhou Fan's supervision, he became more diligent. In just two hours, he mastered the relatively simple Tiger Claw Washing in the Four Awakening Styles.

After Zhou Fan completed today's four awakening exercises, he ignored the thin monkey who was practicing at the same time, but sat and pondered.

His face was as stern as iron. It was very dangerous to face the strange situation today. If it wasn't for the fact that the old man distracted Zheng Zhenmu who was possessed by the strange thing at a critical moment, the result would be unpredictable.

It's especially fortunate that the weird intelligence is very low, otherwise he would never turn around and want to kill the dude at that time.

However, this battle also saw two problems. The first is that his strength is still too poor. Zheng Zhenmu can be equal to him just by possessing himself. Moreover, Zheng Zhenmu's strength has continued to increase since then, resulting in He was beaten back and forth.

The second is that his swordsmanship is too bad, he just knows how to chop and chop. In the face of long weapons such as spears, he doesn't know how to kill the opponent at close range, making the situation stalemate.

The sword technique can be practiced by oneself, and will always become more and more proficient, but the improvement of strength is a problem...

Zhou Fan frowned. Now his strength is increasing every day, but it's still too slow. He doesn't know when he will encounter strange things in the patrol team. With his level of strength at the beginning, he will face the monsters of the black tour level. It's a little hard to deal with.

After thinking hard for a while, Zhou Fan looked up and found that it was not too early, so he opened his mouth to drive the thin monkey home. He also went back to the room to wash and then went to bed.

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Zhou Fan opened his eyes, but the gray mist still caught his eye. He was used to looking around, but his eyes narrowed quickly, and he saw the fog!

The small red clay stove on the square table supports the bronze pot, and the bright yellow flame rises in the stove.

The water in the bronze pot was boiling.

Wu stretched out his chopsticks and picked up the meat slices on the porcelain plate next to him, and put them into the hot pot to rinse them. Within a few seconds, the paper-thin black meat was thrown into his mouth.

Zhou Fan approached and could smell the aroma of the pot overflowing.

Zhou Fan didn't ask where Wu went these days, and didn't even rush to speak, but waited quietly.

Wu squinted at Zhou Fan and said, "You don't have to wait for me to finish eating before opening your mouth."

Zhou Fan smiled and said, "I really don't know what to ask you."

He had a lot of things he wanted to ask, but as soon as he saw the fog, he swallowed the words. It was useless to ask a lot of things, he knew that the fog would not answer him.

Mist's face was calm, he glanced at a corner of the table, and an hourglass appeared in that corner.

The sand on the top of the hourglass had just fallen, and Zhou Fan looked at the hourglass and asked, "Is this my time on the boat tonight?"

"Yes." Wu picked up another meatball, rolled it in the pot, and then put it in his mouth to chew, "I believe you already know, I don't show up often, and occasionally I go to bed, you can't when I'm fine. Noisy me to sleep."

Zhou Fan nodded and said, "It turns out that you have been going to bed these few days, so I must cherish the time. Can you tell me what will happen if I cultivate in the gray river space?"

"Haven't you been cultivating all night?" Wu replied casually,

His attention was on the ingredients of the bronze hot pot.

"I'm talking about training like inhaling vitality." Zhou Fan went into more detail.

Wu's chopsticks stopped, he looked at Zhou Fan seriously and said, "Want to know? Can't you just try it yourself?"

Zhou Fan said with a smile on his face: "Fu, you know my character very well. If I'm not sure, I won't try it easily."

Wu picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, did not put it in the hot pot, but swallowed it raw: "That's your own problem."

"If the fog doesn't know, then forget it." Zhou Fan said with a sigh.

Wu sneered: "What's the use of such a clumsy aggressive method? But you're right, I really don't know."

Zhou Fan was stunned and said: "Even the fog doesn't know, haven't the previous boarding people made such an attempt?"

Wu sneered and said, "How could it not be? In fact, those who boarded the ship have done things on this ship, whether you think about it or not, they have done it."

"But some things are destined to be unanswered. Those who try to inhale vitality, some get great benefits, some die on the boat, and some have no effect at all."

Zhou Fan's face changed slightly: "How can there be three outcomes?"

If the boarding people are all human, the difference is too great.

Wu said indifferently: "How do I know?"

Zhou Fan was silent. He didn't know whether the fog was real or fake, but the question could only stop there. "How long does it take to fish once?"

A strange smile appeared on Wu's face. He let go of the chopsticks in his hands, and the chopsticks turned into gray mist. With a slight wave of his hand, the red clay stove on the square table disappeared.

The fog drifted off the square table, and there were seven more fishing rods of different colors.

"One-time fishing has a life span of one year, except for the dark gray fishing rod. The dark gray fishing rod can fish twice a year, but you need to use up the two chances overnight." Wu sat down and explained: "If you want to use it as you like. ."

Zhou Fan looked at the dark gray fishing rod, he frowned and asked, "Why can the dark gray fishing rod be able to fish twice, and the other fishing rods can only be fished once?"

Wu smiled and said: "Because other fishing rods are fixed, for example, the light purple fishing rod you used can catch medicinal pills, if you want medicinal pills, use the light purple fishing rod, but the dark gray fishing rod is random. ."

Zhou Fan's heart moved slightly. He got a lot of useful information from Wu's mouth, and he said again: "Then I don't know what other colors of fishing rods can catch?"

An impatience appeared on Wu's face: "You want to know, just try it yourself."

Zhou Fan deliberately smiled and said: "I'm afraid this is not possible, I only have four years of life, even if I use all the bait for fishing, it is impossible to try all the fishing rods, unless I can use other things as bait..."

He said this, but his eyes were fixed on the fog.

Wu's indifferent face looked at Zhou Fan and asked, "When did you know?"