Weird World of Immortality

The drizzle in the early spring was cold, and the wisps of rain and mist filled the whole earth like smoke and clouds.

Zhou Fan killed the monster who suddenly climbed out of the stone pit and attacked him with a knife, and moved on.

Some pits are connected to each other in the Land of Hundred Pills, while some pits are alone and far apart.

The stone pit left behind by Zhou Fan was alone, and he didn't see any figures in his field of vision.

But this is not a strange thing. Even though there are all kinds of criminals and gangsters living in the Land of Hundred Corners, compared to the vast red earth, this number is still pitifully small.

He took out the map that Yiluan Division had prepared for him in advance. The map was very rough. It was drawn by the warriors of Yiluan Division when they entered the Land of Hundred Cursors to perform their missions, and marked some human gathering strongholds in the Land of Hundred Curles.

However, most of the people who live in the Land of Hundred Quarts live a life where there is today and no tomorrow. These human gathering points will continue to disappear, and new gathering points will continue to appear.

In fact, the accuracy of this map is not necessarily high. Whether it can find the gathering point of human beings or the gangsters in the Land of Hundred Pills before dark depends on a little luck.

Under the drizzle, people's vision became a little blurry.

The little girl's blood-red dog hair was all wet, and Zhou Momo lay on the dog's head, occasionally spewing out a golden dragon flame.

Zhou Fan walked all the way, and soon found the nearest stronghold marked on the map, but that stronghold was empty, and there was no trace of anyone's activities.

He was not discouraged and continued to rush to the second stronghold.

After walking for a while, he finally found the second stronghold, and the second stronghold still exists.

This is a big house built about ten feet in a pitch-black pit.

The house is made of dead and yellow wood, and the upper layer of the roof is dark red hay.

This is an inn, and the inn is a relatively common human stronghold in the Land of Hundred Curses.

Without a home, some criminals and gangsters who do not have a fixed camp will choose to eat and live in an inn.

The monsters in the Land of Hundred Fells can be self-sufficient, but there is very little food suitable for humans here. Human food in the Land of Hundred Fells often comes from outside caravans.

The food here is poor, but there are a variety of rich and rare materials. Some caravans who want to obtain high profits are also willing to take high risks to transport all kinds of necessities to the Land of Hundreds in exchange for the materials they need.

This kind of thing cannot be banned even by the officials, because the wilderness is too vast, and no one knows where the caravan will transport the goods.

This is also the reason why there is no shortage of food in the Land of Hundreds of Thrones. Of course, the general caravan trades with the shopkeepers of the inn or large and small forces. If they trade with those desperadoes who have no moral credit at all, they have to worry about being looted. .

Most of the shopkeepers who can open an inn in the Land of Hundred Pills are either strong or strong, or they are supported by someone behind them.

In such chaotic and disorderly places, only one truth is often believed, and whoever has the bigger fist has the truth.

Zhou Fan recalled the various materials he had read about the Land of Hundred Pills. He walked down the steep **** of the giant pit and soon reached the long bridge leading to the inn.

Stepping on the long bridge that could only accommodate two people passing through, Zhou Fan looked at the door of the inn, which was covered with a black curtain.

Inside, there were shouts of abusive laughter and clinking of glasses and drinks.

Zhou Fan reached the front door, opened the curtain and walked in.

All kinds of mixed voices paused for a while, and their eyes converged towards Zhou Fan in front of the door.

Zhou Fan glanced at it. There were more than ten wooden tables in the spacious house, only three empty tables were left, and the rest were filled with people of all kinds.

Most of these people are slovenly, some with black dirt on their faces and messy hair.

After the voice paused for a while, it resumed its previous state. They ate meat and drank heavily.

Many people continued to look at Zhou Fan. No one had seen Zhou Fan, especially Zhou Fan with a unique big dog.

That is to say, this person is a newcomer who has just entered the Land of Hundred Pills. Thinking of being a newcomer, many people's eyes become greedy.

A newcomer who has just entered the Land of Hundred Pills often means that he has a lot of good things in him.

The innkeeper of this unnamed inn was an old man with short white hair. With a wrinkled face, he wrote and drew on the ledger.

The information Zhou Fan got was not that the old man was the shopkeeper. It seemed that the inn was still there, but the shopkeeper had been replaced, but this is not a strange thing in the Land of Hundreds.

Zhou Fan walked to an empty table and sat down. A middle-aged man came over and asked with a straight face, "What to eat?"

"Three catties of good meat and one catty of good wine." Zhou Fan said hoarsely.

"One hundred profound coins or equivalent, pay first and then eat." The middle-aged man said.

It has always been the inn’s rule to pay first and eat later, because no one knows whether the criminals and gangsters who eat can afford the money. If they can’t, even killing him is useless. , because of the needs of the caravans traveling to and from the Land of Hundred Fells.

Zhou Fan had a good understanding of these rules. He didn't talk nonsense. He took out a big money bag from the talisman bag and slammed it on the wooden table. He untied the string of the money bag, grabbed a handful of mysterious coins, and weighed At one point, it was handed to the middle-aged man, and he stopped for several times in a row.

The middle-aged man used a tray to hold Xuan coins. He still had a straight face, but his eyes turned a little strange when he looked at Zhou Fan. In his eyes, Zhou Fan was a fool!

Only a fool would expose so much money to so many people.

This man is doomed!

The shopkeeper of the inn glanced at Zhou Fan lightly, and then continued to bow his head to settle accounts.

Zhou Fan fastened the purse and put it away again.

It didn't take long for the wine and meat to be brought up, Zhou Fan tore a piece of meat and threw it to the little sister, and then he slowly ate the meat and drank the wine.

"Brother, can I have a glass of wine?" A middle-aged man came over and asked with a smile. His face was warm and kind.

Before Zhou Fan could speak, he had already sat down. He took out his glass as if by magic, and picked up Jiucheng to pour himself some wine.

The middle-aged man took a sip and breathed a sigh of relief~www.wuxiaspot.com~ smiled and said, "Thank you, brother, did you just come here recently? I don't know your surname?"

"The last name is Zhao." Zhou Fan said lightly, he did not stop the middle-aged man from sitting down, nor did he stop the middle-aged man from drinking.

"It turned out to be the Zhao brothers." The middle-aged man smiled. He looked around and reminded in a low voice, "Brother Zhao, the Land of Hundred Pills is very dangerous, you have to be careful."

Zhou Fan just nodded slightly, he picked up Jiucheng with one hand and filled his wine bowl, lifted it and sniffed at his nose, then put it down again, looking sharply at the middle-aged man sitting in front of him.

The middle-aged man knew that he was found out about poisoning in Jiucheng, and he said calmly: "Brother Zhao, why are you looking at me like this?"

"You wasted my wine, I curse you to have no head." Zhou Fan said slowly.

The middle-aged man felt that his neck was a little itchy. He reached out and touched it. His fingers were stained with blood. A bloodstain appeared on his neck.

The inn was silent for a moment.