"After all, it is difficult to compare the advantages and disadvantages of the top-level combat skills." Zhao Yazhu said slowly.

"As long as it's not too far, I still have to thank you for your help." Yi Fu nodded. This thing was given to her by Zhao Yazhu for free.

"You should know that I have a purpose to help you. I hope you will become stronger and become the mainstay. At the same time, I hope you can help me at some time, such as possessing you next time, so you don't have to thank me." Zhao Yazhu said sincerely.

"Have you found him?" Zhao Yazhu asked again, "I'm afraid he won't stay there for too long."

If you leave, then you will have to search for it and find Zhou Fan.

"Don't worry, it's almost done." Eifu said with a strange look in her eyes.

"Did you already have clues?" Zhao Yazhu asked happily.

"It's not confirmed yet, but there is already a clear target location." Eifu got the skills she wanted, and she rarely revealed it.

"That's good." Zhao Yazhu smiled, but she quickly restrained her smile and said seriously: "You must remember that surveillance is the main focus, and there is no absolute certainty, so don't take action."

"If he finds out that you find him and you don't control him, things will become very troublesome."

Eifu didn't respond, and her little face nodded slightly.

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...

Zhou Fan opened his eyes again, sat up, ignoring the battle between Xiao Kun in his body, controlling the Kongyin ghost thunder and cold air. He glanced at the ghost burial coffin not far away.

Everything in the ghost burial coffin is as usual, and the cold air cannot do anything to it, otherwise it will not be able to continue to follow.

In this extremely cold area, even monsters will be affected by the cold air, so after entering this extremely cold area, the number of monsters has dropped sharply, and only some special monsters can survive here.

Since entering the extremely cold area, Zhou Fan has occasionally seen some weird things.

But Zhou Fan had already known the power of the Ghost Burial Coffin that the Ghost Burial Coffin had been following him and let him know that the life and death crisis had not been resolved, so he still needed to be cautious.

Zhou Fan lay down again, and next he had to face the nightmare of the snow-capped mountains.

I fell asleep in a deep sleep, and when Zhou Fan opened his eyes again, he reflected the bright red snow inside.

If Zhou Fan was awake at this time, he would know that this was not the first time he had seen the snow that was so red that it was emitting a faint light.

But now he knew nothing, just looked around and began to move forward mechanically.

He just wanted to leave here, and he felt something was wrong in this world.

The snow seemed boundless, and he didn't know how long he had walked until he saw a wooden house in the distance.

He showed joy on his face and walked towards the house. When he walked closer to the house, it was still quiet around him and no sound came from the house.

Zhou Fan approached, and the only window on the house was closed, so he couldn't see clearly what was inside. He stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Is anyone there?"

"Is anyone here?" he asked the second question, but no one answered.

"Is anyone here?" Zhou Fan asked the third question again.

At this time, the wooden door was opened, and standing in front of Zhou Fan was a strong man. His hair was slightly curly and scattered shawl, his cheeks were black beard, and his cold and rebellious eyes looked at Zhou Fan indifferently: "Is there anything wrong?"

The cruel eyes made Zhou Fan feel a little cold, and he said, "Where is this?"

"Where can this be here?" the man asked coldly: "Of course this is a snow mountain."

Zhou Fan did not find out the truth, so he nodded, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"There will be a blizzard outside soon, so you'd better come in and hide." The man suddenly spoke.

Zhou Fan was slightly stunned. He subconsciously wanted to refuse because the man in front of him had a cold and cruel look, but he was afraid of the upcoming blizzard.

The weather outside is indeed a bit abnormal. What the man said should be true. A blizzard may soon fall on this bright red snow.

If he didn't enter the wooden house and hide, he would be killed by a snowstorm.

Zhou Fan nodded and agreed.

Seeing Zhou Fan agreeing, the man did not close the door, but turned around and walked into the room.

Zhou Fan pushed open the door and walked in.

The wooden house is very simple, with only a log table and a few chairs. Between the walls of the four houses, there are knives and axes, bows and arrows, wild beasts and furs.

The man sat on the chair, poured Zhou Fan a cup of hot tea, and then poured himself a cup.

Zhou Fan sat down, took the hot tea and drank a cup, and felt that the body, which was eroded by the cold outside, was much more comfortable.

"I don't know what to call this big brother?" Zhou Fan couldn't help asking when he saw that the man didn't say anything.

The man was cutting a piece of wood with a knife. He glanced at Zhou Fan and said, "Wang Shiba."

Zhou Fan also said his name, but Wang Shiba did not react. He just cut the wood with a wooden knife, and the wood chips kept falling.

Zhou Fan couldn't see what he was cutting, and there was a long silence between the two.

"Brother Wang, are you a hunter?" Zhou Fan asked at the axes, bows and arrows on the wall.

These weapons are shining with a cold and cold light, and are obviously often maintained.

Wang Shiba stopped and said coldly: "I am a hunter, are you bored?"

Zhou Fan was slightly stunned. He didn't know how to answer. It was a lie to say that it was not boring. Will it be too disrespectful to people if it was bored?

Wang Shiba suddenly laughed: "Since you're bored, how about we play a game?"

"It's still not." Zhou Fan resisted the word "playing games" in his heart.

The wind was whistling outside, and the cold wind came in along the wooden cracks. Even the stove of the wooden house could not dispel the chill.

"It's wind blowing." Zhou Fan tried to change the topic.

"Don't rush to refuse, listen to me." Wang Shiba looked at Zhou Fan with a cold look.

Zhou Fan could only shut up and look at Wang Shiba.

"You just asked me if I am a hunter? I told you that I am a hunter, but there is something wrong." Wang Shiba sighed.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Fan asked in confusion.

"I used to be a hunter, but now I haven't hunted for a long time. At most, I'm a former hunter." Wang Shiba explained.

"Why don't you hunt?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Because there is no prey here and there is no hunting to hunt, of course, it is impossible to hunt anymore." Wang Shiba looked at the axes, bows, hunting knives and other weapons on the wall: "I can only hang them on the wall and take them down from time to time for maintenance, so as not to be able to use them if they rust."

There was no hunting to kill... Zhou Fan suddenly realized that he had been walking on the snow and did not encounter any animals. It turned out that they were all extinct.

"Why are hunters who don't hunt?" Wang Shiba showed a mocking look on his face: "That's why I want to play games with you."

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment. What does this have to do with the hunter?
Chapter completed!