Weird World of Immortality

Zhou Fan took out a talisman from the talisman bag and stuck it on the envelope.

He waited patiently, and after finding that Fu Lu didn't respond, he changed another way.

These are all test talismans.

There is no problem with the messenger. If he has a problem, he will not be easily captured by Zhou Fan, and he will not dare to let Zhou Fan's true qi wander through his body.

Even if a cultivator may hide his true qi, he will never let other people's true qi easily enter his body, which is equivalent to handing over his life to the other party.

So the probability that the messenger might have a problem is extremely small.

The question is on this letter, who sent it to him?

If the messenger hadn't said that he had forgotten about the person who made him deliver the letter, Zhou Fan might not have paid so much attention to it.

There was no response from the test talismans, and Zhou Fan stopped. He thought for a while, opened the curtains of the carriage, and after confirming that he was out of the city, he let the carriage go slightly away from the courtyard.

Ordinary grooms would definitely be reluctant and even ask for extra money.

But he heard Zhou Fan talking to the messenger just now. Knowing that this is the Lord of Yiluan Si, he just responded quickly.

Zhou Fan only got off the carriage after reaching the outer boundary of the city patrolled by the patrol team in the city, and added some extra money to the groom.

After the groom left in the carriage.

Zhou Fan looked around, his figure flickered, he used the teleportation-level movement technique, and left here.

In this way, even if someone in the dark has been staring at him, it is impossible to keep up with his footsteps.

After staying in the wilderness and changing directions several times, after confirming that it should be safe, Zhou Fan stopped, and he took out the letter again, which he suspected was a malicious letter.

Otherwise it wouldn't be so mysterious.

Zhou Fan thought about it again, thinking about the hostiles who sent the letter.

He didn't think about it anymore, but patted his head and said, "Xiao Qian, come out quickly."

The jet-black hair that came out of his bald head was intertwined into a little man.

Xiao Qian jumped down from Zhou Fan's head, sat on Zhou Fan's shoulder, stretched her waist, and said lazily: "Master, I just fell asleep, what did you tell me to do, if it's okay, don't disturb me sleep."

Zhou Fan said angrily, "Give me six little ones."

Xiao Wan answered yes, and separated a single hair, and instantly differentiated into six little hairs.

Zhou Fan handed the letter to Xiao Xiaoxiao and asked them to open the letter.

And Zhou Fan had already taken Xiao Ling back a dozen steps.

Xiao Ling's eyes were slightly red and she said, "Master, how can you keep letting my children do such dangerous things?"

"Okay, I'll add a duck leg for you." Zhou Fan said casually, staring at Xiao Xiaoxiao's movements.

"Little ones, hurry up and act neatly." Xiaoxiao smiled happily, and there was no trace of worry and sadness for Xiaoxiaoxiao.

The little ones divided their work and cooperated. Four of the little ones raised the envelope at one corner, while the other two tore the opening of the letter and took a piece of letter paper out of the letter.

Zhou Fan didn't go over, but let Xiaoxiao Ling look at the letter carefully, and then let them run back.

Xiaoxiao's IQ is not high, and they can't read words, but Xiaoxuan does.

The little silks merged into the body of the little silks, and the little silks closed their eyes to integrate the memories of the little silks, and now she can decide whether to integrate the memories of the little silks.

Otherwise, releasing too many little bits at one time and accepting such a huge memory picture would give her a headache.

After Xiao Ling opened her eyes, Zhou Fan asked, "What is written in the letter?"

Xiao Wan read out the words on the letter: "You took my things, you must return them, or even if you are the minister of Yiluan, I will kill you!"

Zhou Fan's face was slightly cold, but he saw Xiao Ling stopped and asked with a frown, "Is that all?"

Xiao Qian thought for a moment and said, "It's just one line, but at the bottom of the letter is a line of numbers. The number is three, two, eighty-eight."

"Three two eight eight..." Zhou Fan frowned slightly, "What does this mean?"

Zhou Fan walked over cautiously, looked down at the letter on the ground, everything was as Xiao Ling said, a sentence plus a number.

Zhou Fan flicked his fingers and burned the letter.

He turned and ran towards the courtyard, thinking about what the number meant.

The person who left this inexplicable number must think that Zhou Fan can think of it.

And this number has something to do with that person's belief that Zhou Fan took his things.

Zhou Fan kept thinking, what exactly did he take from that person...

When he was about to arrive at the hospital, Zhou Fan suddenly stopped, his face showed a hint of shock, and he remembered.

In the sea of ​​​​magic wood, he was once chased by a Taoist monk in a strange carriage. Later, the black dragon possessed and killed the Taoist monk for him.

At that time, he found a token from the Taoist cultivator. On one side of the token was a longevity ghost, and the number on the other side was 3288!

It's been a long time since this happened, if Zhou Fan didn't think about it carefully, he really couldn't remember it.

His face was heavy. If he was really the companion of the Taoist cultivator, it was very likely that he was also a Taoist cultivator.

A Taoist monk... a realm that even the envoys of the four towns have not reached.

Without the help of the black dragon possessed, even the current Zhou Fan can't guarantee that he can kill a Taoist cultivator.

After all, the battle at that level was beyond his imagination.

Zhou Fan thought again, what did the writer want him to pay back?

The token he got from the man in black had already been thrown away, and the valuable ones were three bottles of Huayuan Dan, a copper bell and a wooden box!

He sold Huayuan Dan to Wanbao Pavilion, and the copper bell and wooden box are still there.

Although the copper bell is precious, Zhou Fan prefers that what the person wants is the wooden box locked by the nine spirit ring runes.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows slightly. The talisman of Wanbao Pavilion once said that the ban on the runes of the Nine Spirit Rings is very difficult to break. This kind of ban holds one ring and the nine rings move in unison. If there is no key, it is difficult to break the wooden box. Banned.

Otherwise, he would have broken the wooden box ban~www.readwn.com~ and took out the contents.

The thing in the wooden box has no way of knowing what it is, so don't guess, but how did that person know the box was on me?

Zhou Fan's face was puzzled, and the few people who knew that he had this box were the Wanbao Pavilion.

These are the properties of Li Jiuyue and the insect's mother's family. Logically speaking, it is impossible for those people to talk nonsense and talk nonsense everywhere.

The possibility of leaking secrets from Wanbao Pavilion is very low, but how did that person know?

Zhou Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he thought of a possibility: is there any trace of the box hidden?

The Taoist monk in the strange carriage had been chasing the caravan that entered the sea of ​​trees.

At first he thought it was because the Taoist monk had a special ability to chase people. In fact, the Taoist monk also had this ability, but it didn't mean that the box would not be a problem!

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