Weird World of Immortality

It's not hard mud, but a wooden board. He doesn't seem to be on the ground.

Zhou Fan confirmed this fact. He remained relatively calm. Instead of rushing around in the thick fog, he raised his head and looked up.

The starry sky can guide people.

It's just that Zhou Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and a huge blood-colored sphere hung high in the gray sky. The surface of the sphere was densely packed with lead-ash pits.

The blood-colored sphere that occupies half of the sky's field of vision seems to fall down at any time, giving Zhou Fan a sense of suffocation.

Zhou Fan took a deep breath. He stared at the blood-colored sphere until his neck became sore, and the blood sphere showed no sign of falling, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

If the sphere really fell like a comet, he would have nowhere to escape.

Suddenly.

The gray fog that had been floating all the time was heading towards the sky.

Zhou Fan could only watch in astonishment. Everything around him was so weird that he couldn't do anything.

The time for the gray fog to be inhaled was very short. In just a few seconds, the blood-colored sphere stopped absorbing the gray fog.

There was still gray fog floating around, but it had become thinner. Zhou Fan's vision suddenly became clear. When he looked around, he realized that he was standing on... a boat?

He wasn't quite sure if it was a boat, because the big wooden boat had nothing.

There was no canvas, no mast, no control room, just a vast, empty deck with half-person-height wooden railings around the edge of the deck.

Other than that, there was nothing in the empty space, and when he looked further afield, what he saw was gray water.

The wooden boat is surrounded by gray water, calm and waveless gray water, gray water like gray fog.

In order to see more clearly, Zhou Fan came to the edge of the railing and looked down.

The gray level was as smooth as a mirror, and a tremor climbed Zhou Fan's body along his spine for a while. Sweat seeped out from his back like slurries, drenching his shirt.

The gray river below is like a mirror, reflecting a white skull.

Zhou Fan straightened up from the bed, and he found himself awake with sweat all over his head.

It's just that his face was still frighteningly white, and his pupils were shrinking.

Zhou Fan patted his face and felt the flesh on his face. He began to breathe slowly, but his face turned blue.

It's not that he hasn't seen the skulls of dead people, and he feels fear because the last skulls he sees are his own.

He looked at the familiar room layout outside the curtain and shook his head, it was just a more realistic dream.

But he thinks about it every day and has dreams at night. Why did he have such a dream?

He hasn't seen anything about ships lately.

A light blue light leaked from the roof skylight, and there was the sound of roosters crowing outside.

It's already dawn.

After a while, footsteps sounded outside the room.

It was Zhou Fan's mother, Guifeng, who walked in. She called out, "Afan, get up soon. We have to go to the hair-binding ceremony in the village early."

Zhou Fan responded and quickly got off the bed.

Later, under the arrangement of Guifeng, Zhou Fan went to wash up, after breakfast, put on the new clothes that Guifeng gave him.

Said to be new clothes, in fact, it was also compared to the one he wore before. The new clothes also had several inconspicuous patches.

After Zhou Fan put on the new clothes, Yi Mu and Gui Feng were obviously ready.

Zhou Yimu looked at Zhou Fan who had already dressed up, but nodded slightly and said, "Let's go."

The three of them went out together and closed the door without locking it.

After all, the family was originally poor, and there was nothing valuable that could be stolen.

The wind in the morning was cool, and this was the first time that Zhou Fan had left the mud house of Zhou's house after crossing over. He followed Zhou Yimu and his wife while watching everything around him curiously, the simple and primitive rough environment.

The people in the village are also heading in the same direction, obviously all of them are here to participate in the hair-binding ceremony.

On the way, there were villagers who greeted Yi Yimu and the three of them, usually Yi Yimu responded by speaking out.

Occasionally, a teenager about Zhou Fan's age called Zhou Fan, but Zhou Fan could only answer with a smile. He didn't know the names of these people, and he couldn't talk much.

After walking a long distance, Zhou Fan and the others stopped.

This is a wide flat land in the center of the village. There are no common mud houses around, only a round altar made of grey stone.

The round altar is not big, only 30 to 40 square meters in size. There are already densely packed people under the round altar, all of them from Sanqiu Village.

Zhou Fan didn't know how big Sanqiu Village was, but there were almost a thousand people here. Zhou Fan was just standing on the side.

Zhou Fan didn't listen carefully, and suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Zhou Fan turned his head to look, standing in front of him was a scrawny boy, his face became prominent when he smiled.

Zhou Fan snorted, it was the first time he had seen someone so thin.

The young man smiled and said, "Afan, how are you? I've always wanted to see you, but Aunt Guifeng won't let me go."

Gui Feng turned around, looking at Zhou Fan with a confused face, she knew that her son had forgotten about the boy, she quickly said: "Afan, this is Zhang Quanfu, you usually call him the thin monkey, have you forgotten?"

Zhou Fan reluctantly said, "Skinny monkey, I'm sorry, I forgot about you."

Thin Monkey was stunned for a moment and said, "Aunt Guifeng, why did Afan forget me?"

Gui Feng shook his head and said, "He hurt his head, and he doesn't remember many things from the past."

Thin Monkey suddenly realized, he touched the back of his head and said with a smile: "It turns out to be like this, then it's fine, I'll just tell Afan slowly, Afan, let's go to the side to play, it's not interesting for you to follow your parents."

Gui Feng waved his hand and said, "Go, but today you both have to tie your hair, but you can't be too far away, you'll have to come back later."

Before Zhou Fan agreed, he was dragged by the skinny monkey and ran away, and he quickly got away from Zhou Yimu and the others.

The skinny monkey took Zhou Fan to a remote corner before letting go. He turned around and looked at Zhou Fan and said, "Afan, do you really have amnesia? Are you afraid of Uncle Yimu's scolding and pretending to forget everything? right?"

Zhou Fan shook his head and said, "Skinny monkey, I really forgot everything. I don't even remember the name of our country?"

Zhou Fan was deliberately inquiring. He didn't know anything about this era. He had some scruples about Zhou Yimu and Gui Feng, but he didn't have too many scruples about this young man named Shouhou. At this age, there should be no scheming.