At first glance, you can see porcelain bottles, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pure, colored, mixed-colored porcelain bottles, wide-mouthed, narrow-mouthed, round-mouthed, and pointed-mouthed porcelain bottles.

Zhou Fan had never seen so many porcelain bottles of different forms, and he seemed to have been moved into a place where he was burning kilns and made porcelain.

The little sister was rushing around under his feet, as if she had sensed something.

Zhou Fan's dispersed consciousness perception was a bit strange. He did not sense danger, but a faint sense of uneasiness and boredom. He had never had such conscious feedback.

There is something weird about this place.

Zhou Fan did not dare to be careless. He put away the law wheel, then lifted the little sister, trying not to touch the porcelain bottle, and moved in one direction.

In order not to touch the porcelain bottle, he dared not use teleportation level technique.

"Zhou Fan." There was a low voice that was hard to distinguish between male and female.

Zhou Fan ignored it. He accelerated his running speed, but he couldn't help but think in his heart, how could the thing hiding in the dark know his name?

Has he been trapped in some unknown hallucination?

"Zhou Fan..." the voice was calling him again.

Zhou Fan will not respond.

The voice called Zhou Fan's name one after another.

The sound is ethereal, and even if Zhou Fan expands his ears, it is difficult to tell where the sound comes from.

It's like there's this sound from all directions.

Finally, Zhou Fan confirmed that the sound should come from these strange porcelain bottles.

I see how long you can shout... Zhou Fan thought with a cold face.

If it weren't for the fact that he could not, he wouldn't be willing to rush out by colliding with these porcelain bottles, because when facing unknown items in the wilderness, he would not touch them without touching them, and if he could not respond, he would not respond.

In the strange porcelain bottle land, there were no creatures or monsters, but the shouts of "Zhou Fan" were echoing.

Zhou Fan gradually realized the strangeness. After walking for so long, he still couldn't see the end. What came into his eyes were porcelain bottles of different sizes and shapes.

He became more and more suspicious of this as an illusion. He stopped with a cold face and took out three talismans from the talisman bag that could break the illusion.

He stuck three talismans to the ground, and three red, silver and yellow talisman lines emerged from the talisman paper, but the talisman lines continued to spread and contracted back not long after.

His pupils shrank slightly, and the talisman did not play a role in breaking the obstacles.

He was trapped.

The call to him was still ringing, the sound was calm and not rushing.

Zhou Fan did not respond. He just looked around patiently, and then he retreated, and his body consciousness spread out. The tentacles transformed by the body consciousness grabbed a bottle as big as a palm in the size of a palm.

Tentacles easily grabbed the porcelain bottle from the ground and turned it back, but nothing was poured out.

Zhou Fan had a calm face, and raised the porcelain bottle high with his tentacles, then released it, allowing the porcelain bottle to fall down.

The falling porcelain bottle suddenly became perpendicular from the inclined state and returned steadily to its original position.

Zhou Fan frowned slightly. When he couldn't get out of trouble, he took the risk to see if he could break the porcelain bottle. Who knew that the porcelain bottle had returned to its original position.

These porcelain bottles do have some special powers.

He stared at the palm-sized porcelain bottle, but it slowly stretched out a boy's head.

The boy's head looked similar to that of Xiao Kun, so he could drill out of a bottle as big as a palm.

The boy's head was coldly staring at Zhou Fan. His eyes were pitch black and there was no extra color. If I hadn't looked closely, I would have thought his eyes had been dug out.

"Why struggle? You are lucky and unfortunate, but you will eventually become a part of it like us." The boy spoke, his voice cold and ruthless.

As the boy spoke, the annoying shouting to Zhou Fan's name stopped.

Zhou Fan took a few steps, and his consciousness enveloped the bottle boy. After not sensing the danger, Zhou Fan slowly said: "Who are you? Where is this place?"

"I have forgotten who I am, but this is the bottle fairy land." The boy said, "Don't you know?"

"I don't know, how can I get out from here?" Zhou Fan asked politely.

"If you can't get out, you will find your own porcelain bottle here, then enter the porcelain bottle, and become a part of the bottle fairy, so that you can live forever." The boy said calmly: "Immortality is something that many people dream of. You are lucky, but unfortunately lies in your loss of freedom."

Find your own porcelain bottle and enter it... Zhou Fan silently remembered this information, and asked: "Do you think of us? Are there many people like you?"

The boy did not answer, but more and more people were stretching out from different porcelain bottles.

Men, women, young and old, different faces, the same one is dark eyeballs.

Most of the porcelain bottles here contain human heads. The size of the heads varies according to the size of the porcelain bottle. The bottle is small, and the heads are small. The bottle is large, and the heads are large. Some people's heads are even taller than Zhou Fan standing.

Zhou Fan felt creepy when he was staring at so many people. His heart was beating rapidly, and something was blocking in his throat, making him speechless for a moment.

He had never heard of any bottle fairy, nor had he seen similar monsters.

If these are not illusions and what the man-headed boy said is true, then these people have entered the bottle fairy land and cannot escape in the end, become part of the porcelain bottle, and cannot escape for the rest of their lives.

Even if immortality is true, it is better to die than to die, at least Zhou Fan thought so.

"Who can tell me how to get out from here?" Zhou Fan asked, looking around the heads of those who were looking at him.

His eyes opened and he saw a person in a porcelain bottle watching him further away.

"I can't escape." An old man's head said slowly. He spoke like a boy without any emotion, as if he was explaining a fact.

Zhou Fan did not ask again. Even if these people said it, he could not judge the authenticity of these people's words, and he still had to rely on himself.

He walked forward slowly, thinking about ways to get out of here, and his life-red money might be useless.

Because this so-called Bottle Fairy wants to imprison him, not kill him, unless he is already dead when he becomes part of Bottle Fairy.

He was a little unsure whether the money for life redemption could work.

The head did not retract back into the porcelain bottle, but continued to look at Zhou Fan, as if they were watching Zhou Fan's ending.

Zhou Fan quickly stopped and looked at a glaze-colored gray-green porcelain bottle.

The gray celadon bottle was half a person tall, but it made him feel a little intimate.

He is like a relative who has not met for a long time.

There is a feeling in the dark that he is a gray celadon bottle, and the gray celadon bottle is him, and they are originally one.

This feeling made Zhou Fan tremble all over.

"Zhou Fan." The call sounded again.

It turns out that the call came from this porcelain bottle.

The people showed joyful smiles on their faces, and they were congratulating Zhou Fan on finding their own porcelain bottle.

Zhou Fan did not lose his mind, and his consciousness did not warn him. A sense of desire to enter the porcelain bottle appeared in his heart.

This desire is getting stronger and stronger.

Zhou Fan had already stood next to the porcelain bottle without realizing it.
Chapter completed!