Chapter 1 Lin Fan returns after rebirth

Aren’t you afraid of trouble?

This sentence has been said by others, but we need to pay attention to it.

But in Hu Xiu's mouth, it has another meaning.

Because there was a hint of mockery in his tone.

Obviously, not causing trouble but not being afraid of trouble is just their self-boasting and a means of self-defense.

The car stopped, but Lin Fan did not let Hu Xiu and others get off.

There is no need to bring so many people. I am just here to ask about the general's illness, not to attack this place.

The boy on the motorcycle stood far away and did not express his opinion. He only said that the place ahead was Dusk Court, at least that was the name that had been spread.

Then he watched Lin Fan get off the car nervously.

When he didn't know Lin Fan's identity, he could still chat with him, but after he knew it, he felt pressured to even look at him.

It's like before you knew the other person was your boss's wife, you dared to ask for her contact information, but then you found out that she was the bald boss's 20-year-old wife, and you didn't dare to look her in the eye.

I only dare to think about it secretly in my heart.

Until Lin Fan walked past him.

He mustered up the courage to say:

"Boss, can I go with you to see the world?"

The call of "Boss" was harsh, not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid that Lin Fan would be unhappy.

Not everyone who is capable wants to be Whitebeard.

Lin Fan didn't stop, "Just keep up."

"it is good!"

The boy on the motorcycle felt relieved and quickly followed him.

The horrific scene was where the sister died. The motorcycle boy was angry and also traumatized by it.

But along the way, he realized that the more fear he had, the more he had to overcome it.

……

"Five hundred ghost notes, give me one hundred and fifty."

A man with a cigarette in his mouth, wearing a tight suit and a Nepalese machete hanging around his waist, sat at the main entrance of the horror scene, counting the ghost money handed in by every trial-taker who came out.

Everyone who came out had no complaints, but they were inevitably a little hesitant when giving.

One of them also had five hundred in his hand, and then he handed over one hundred and fifty.

But he didn't take the money the man gave him. He just kept smoking as if he didn't see it.

"Xiao...Brother Xiao, isn't it one hundred and fifty?"

The man was shaking with nervousness, and his face was pale due to his weak constitution.

"Brother, we are all human beings, and we all have to make a living. Do you know how many of our brothers have been taken away by this Dusk Courtyard, and how many mouths these brothers' families have to feed?"

Brother Xiao took a deep puff of his cigarette and squinted his eyes, as if recalling the difficult days in the past.

The man holding the hundred and fifty coins felt his legs go numb and his back bend so he couldn't straighten up. He felt scared and weak.

He said with a little confusion:

"But Brother Xiao, we agreed to give you 30%."

"Yes, I'm telling you this because I want to tell you that if you give me 30%, I won't make any money. This is all for the money to support the families of my brothers. Everyone can see it. If you follow me, even if you die, I won't treat my living family badly, right?"

Brother Xiao was very hygienic. He moved the cigarette to the ashtray and knocked it, and not a single drop fell on the ground.

This street is very clean and you won’t get scratched by any small gravel if you walk barefoot.

Brother Xiao told him the whole story calmly.

Hearing the other party's face getting paler, he still pretended not to understand and said:

"Then Brother Xiao is really a big shot, a hero that everyone admires. I...I'll give you a little more?"

"Oh, I only want 30%."

Brother Xiao's tone was no longer so kind, and gradually became a little cold.

“This…this, this.”

The man was so anxious that he was trembling, and begged desperately around:

"How about I give you two hundred? I'll give it to you! What on earth do you want to do? You are so dishonest!"

Brother Xiao still didn't answer, but the men behind him were already holding machetes and slowly walking towards the begging man.

Lin Fan, who was walking towards this side, saw this scene and was a little surprised.

However, the boy on the motorcycle behind him felt nervous and cursed in a low voice:

"Asshole, at this moment, can't humans unite?!"

Lin Fan glanced at him and said, "What would you do if you were the one smoking?"

"What else can we do? Of course we have to follow the rules. He gave us 30% and we just let him go. It's not right to take someone's life while he's ill."

The motorcycle boy is full of passion, but his brains are missing a few pieces.

Lin Fan knew that this person could be used, but only as a tool and did not have the qualifications of a leader.

"Then how do you know that he gave 30%?"

"I...eh?"

The motorcycle boy was startled, and then he heard Lin Fan continue:

"If you are the one who smokes, you will go down to meet your important relatives and friends today."

As he spoke, the man who had begged desperately before was seen kneeling on the ground and moving little by little towards Brother Xiao. Then an arm suddenly protruded from his chest, with a short blade tightly grasped in his hand, and stabbed Brother Xiao's heart!

The arm has three sections, all covered with sores. One glance is enough to tell that this man who is begging desperately and seems to have no strength... is a life-seeker!

Don't think that people who can make contracts to chase lives are not rare in Xiangyu, but each and every one of these people is not a fool, and they are definitely ruthless.

For someone like the motorcycle boy, as long as he does not join Jianghai City to gain benefits, he will never be able to sign a contract with Zhui Ming in his lifetime.

Even if born in Hunan.

The intimidation is not that he is unlucky, but that he can only stop here unless he has the support of a big platform.

However, his outstretched arm was grabbed on the spot by a strange life-chasing creature that appeared behind Brother Xiao.

"Can summon contract weirdness!"

The boy on the motorcycle was shocked, this was a scene he had never seen before.

It cannot be said that the vast majority of contracts are weird, but rather all of them, they look down on humans, and the fact that humans can form contracts is considered to be highly intelligent.

You can even summon it to fight, it's simply amazing!

Lin Fan didn't give him any explanation.

In fact, that was not the summoning of the contract weirdness.

It was his trick, but it was not a summoning trick.

It seems to be a clone.

Like Sanqi, it can split itself into several parts, but doing so will reduce its strength.

However, this trick is much better than that man's.

"You made a thousand, but you'd rather use tricks than give me three hundred?"

Brother Xiao's face was extremely cold. He had long expected the other party to take action.

But I didn't expect that the first move was such a trick.

Using tricks requires spending ghost money, and for the life-chasing level, the starting price is generally one hundred.

Once a war of attrition begins, one thousand ghost money will be wasted.

Brother Xiao never expected that he would rather fight than give three hundred.

"Heh, if I kill you, I can get 10,000."

The weak man grinned, and his captured arm shook, and the short blade he had been holding slipped out of his hand and stabbed into his heart!

Kill me!

Brother Xiao was shocked. He really didn't expect that the other party would approach him in this way.

He moved his body outward and the table in front of him was blown away, but the distance was too close, and even if he reacted in time, he could not avoid the fatal position.

The men around him panicked and surrounded him.

"I just want to save a hundred and fifty bucks. I don't want to offend you guys, but since you won't even give me this little money, why don't we just stop playing!"

The weak man had no intention of leaving. He was laughing so hard that his body was shaking. It was unclear whether he was afraid or crazy.

"Anyway, if I kill him, the ten thousand ghost money will be given to my family. It's worth using my worthless life to exchange for Brother Xiao!"

"Who said you changed?"

Brother Xiao stood up with difficulty and pulled out the short blade that had been stabbed off target. Blood flowed down, staining his tights with large bloodstains.

But it avoided the vital points.

The weak man was stunned, he firmly believed that this trick of his had never failed, not to mention Brother Xiao, he had successfully killed two people in the emergency team.

He has never failed before. Within one meter... he will kill!

Brother Xiao couldn't help but feel doubtful.

He was clearly about to die just now, but for some reason, the short blade deviated.

It just hit the spot that didn't matter.

But doubt did not slow down his movements. He pointed his finger and said, "Beat him to death."

The contract behind him was strange. He stepped out and beat him into a pulp with random punches.

Even the subordinates standing nearby were so frightened by the tragic scene that they took a step back.

Even though they have seen a lot of deaths and have taken a few lives.

But seeing a person turned into a puddle of mud like this still makes me feel uncomfortable.

Except for one person.

Then the man who came here gradually approached from a distance.

The flesh and blood splattered across a distance of twenty meters, but the man in front of him seemed to be invisible.

Walking on blood plasma and meat paste, I came to Brother Xiao.

No one could have imagined that—

That man was Lin Fan!