In the white fog, the cold air is deep.

Zhou Fan could see the white ice condensed into white when he exhaled.

Looking around, I couldn't see anyone in the vast fog, just as Cao Yanfang and the other two had never appeared before.

The inn in the distance still emits a warm orange light.

Zhou Fan stood there and stared at the inn. He thought silently and walked towards the inn.

Since it is inevitable, don't avoid it anymore.

It's strange that I had always wanted to stay away from the inn before, but I couldn't do it. When he walked towards the inn, the sense of inescapable distance was relieved. As he approached, the light of the inn was constantly magnifying.

The inn in the fog has become clearer and clearer.

Until he reached two feet of the inn, he stopped.

The inn is not as he and Cao Yanfang observed for the first time, no longer noisy and silent.

Zhou Fan looked at it, then walked over again, and he walked to the inn.

There were blood-red centipedes and blue and white snakes crawling on the wall in front of the door.

There was a fat man with a short figure standing under the eaves on the left side of the inn gate. He was wearing a big red brocade robe, a big head and a short neck, and a face that looked like a pumpkin skin.

A pair of round eyes were looking at Zhou Fan indifferently.

Zhou Fan stopped and asked softly: "Are my companions inside?"

The fat man laughed. When he smiled, his beard trembled, his mouth was grinning to his ears, revealing his smoky yellow teeth: "The three of them are inside, why are you so slow? Everyone is here, and you are the only one."

His voice was sharp and harsh, like a hissing sound from the tip of a knife scratching the steel plate.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Fan's rust knife was unsheathed, and the bright cold blue knife light poured towards him extremely quickly.

But the fat man dissipated in the sword light like a phantom.

"Is the illusion?" Zhou Fan whispered to himself. In fact, he had long suspected that the white mist might also be an illusion, and they have been trapped in the illusion.

The scenes around him began to change constantly, and white mist rolled towards him.

He shouted coldly, and the knife in his hand shook, dozens of sword lights tear the white mist to pieces.

The torn white mists came together and they still attacked him.

His figure became blurred, three feet away from the inn, but white mist was everywhere, and the white mist was rolled up, but his figure was still covered.

Zhou Fan's face changed slightly, and what was reflected in his eyes was white mist. The coldness from the purple-gold armor became even colder, and the alien armor runes could no longer resist this invasion.

He began to feel his eyelids deep and his mind was shaking. When he came to his senses, he was already sitting on a wooden chair with his backrest. He couldn't even know how he sat down.

Zhou Fan remained calm, and his eyes quickly swept his eyes. There was a square wooden table in front of him. Not only him, but also seventeen people sat around the square wooden table like him.

Among them, Cao Yanfang and the other three were also on the list.

On the left of Zhou Fan is Cao Yanfang, on the right is Guan Yingfeng, and on the right is Tan Yunfei.

"Brother Zhou, don't stand up." Cao Yanfang was slightly stunned when he saw Zhou Fan, and then quickly reminded him.

Zhou Fan originally wanted to stand up, but after Cao Yanfang said this, he did not stand up. He found that all seventeen people were sitting on chairs, motionless, and many of them still had fear on their faces.

Most of these people are warriors who enter the inn to prepare for the night.

"Why can't you get up?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Because you will die when you get up." Guan Yingfeng said with a bitter face.

"Who said that?" Zhou Fan asked.

"What we said, if you don't believe it, you can give it a try." A middle-aged man opposite Zhou Fan said in a deep voice.

"Brother Zhou, they said someone stood up before and then died." Cao Yanfang said with a slightly pale face.

Zhou Fan glanced at the wooden floor again. The wooden floor felt a little black and greasy, without any blood, and there was no smell of blood in the air.

"Where is the dead?" Zhou Fan glanced at the middle-aged man and asked.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and he thought for a moment and said, "It's absorbed."

What does it mean to be absorbed?

Zhou Fan was a little puzzled, but the middle-aged man did not mean to explain in detail.

"What are we sitting here waiting for?" Zhou Fan looked at Cao Yanfang again and asked.

"I don't know, Brother Zhou, we have just arrived. In fact, no one here knows, and only knows that we can't leave the chair." Guan Yingfeng sighed.

At this time, the fat figure that Zhou Fan had seen appeared in the house, and all the warriors looked at him in one go.

"Who are you?"

"what you up to?"

"Let us go."

"This place is not far from Gaoxiang County, aren't you afraid?"

“…”

The fat man didn't look like a human. He glanced at everyone sitting indifferently, and the questioning sounds stopped.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at the fat man. Even if he had a silent curse talisman, he would not dare to stand up rashly. After all, he could not be sure that the silent curse talisman would definitely work.

If it doesn't work, then what awaits him is death.

It’s better to continue sitting and watching the changes.

What's more, even if you sit on a chair, it doesn't mean that he has no combat power.

He has never removed the armor form, to some extent to avoid some accidents.

None of the warriors here recognized the origin of this fat man, and they didn’t know what was going on inn?

This surprised Zhou Fan.

The fat man still didn't say anything, but there was a white mist beside him. When the gray mist dissipated, another man in black appeared, with an evil ghost mask on his face.

The evil ghost mask is half blue and half red, and the blue and red mask is hideous and terrifying, but it reveals a pair of tiny black pupils that look at the warriors in the house.

Zhou Fan's face changed slightly. He remembered the masked man organization he had encountered in Tianliang City. Those masked men also wore similar evil ghost masks.

If it is really the same organization, then the problem will be big.

Zhou Fan looked away with guilt. He had killed two members of this organization, so it would be better not to let him discover it.

All the warriors looked at the masked man silently, with a look of surprise in their eyes.

"Let's start." The masked man chuckled.

His voice was hoarse, just like he had suffered a serious injury in his throat.

After saying this, his figure quickly faded away and disappeared into the house.

The fat man seemed to have come alive. He grinned again, revealing his yellow teeth in his mouth and said, "Our game has begun. At most, only three of you eighteen can leave Baiwu Inn alive."

"Parents who participate in the game will die if they lose, and those who win will have a chance to leave."
Chapter completed!