At this time, although Wu Fan's whole body was hot and his skin was covered with fine beads of sweat, his complexion was abnormally pale.
The palm on the opposite side was extremely hot, as if a huge wave was pouring into his body, making him feel that his internal organs were burning.
But at the critical moment, Wu Fan suddenly felt a soft and cool feeling in his heart, which enveloped all the veins in his body and completely withstood the high temperature.
"This is... water spirit?" Wu Fan looked bitter. He never imagined that the water spirit that he failed to absorb at that time would actually save his life at a critical moment.
"Am I worrying too much?" At this moment, Wu Fan suddenly regretted his previous unnecessary actions.
"Soul-searching drum...make dialogue...never listen to it again...go on stage..."
At this moment, a burst of noisy sound suddenly tore apart the scenery in front of him, and the conversation in his ears gradually became clear.
"I'm telling you, Mr. Calcutta, can you slow down a little? Who can keep up with your speed?"
"I have slowed down a lot. If I slow down any further, it will have no effect..."
"Old immortal, you are a ghost?" Wu Fan opened his eyes and saw the situation in front of him, but he was a little confused: "Where is this place?"
"Eh? My little friend, are you awake?" Lao Xian was about to speak, but he suddenly became happy when he heard Wu Fan's movement, "Little friend, what happened to you just now? You scared Lao Xian!"
"Go back to the class leader, this is the exit of the narrow road." The actor also replied hurriedly.
"Exit? Oh, I remembered..." Wu Fan rubbed his forehead, and his memory gradually became clearer. As soon as he came here, he saw all kinds of strange and bizarre scenes mixed together, and then they gave birth to another A vortex sucked him into it.
Seeing that the sun is shining brightly here and the spring scenery is just right, it is somehow connected with the gloomy and desolate place before.
Since he could still stand there unharmed at this moment, it meant that the situation just now was probably just an illusion.
But is it really just an illusion? Feeling something extra in his body, Wu Fan always felt that things were not as simple as he imagined.
Since he couldn't figure it out, Wu Fan simply stopped thinking about it, brushed away his distracting thoughts and asked, "Are you two okay?"
"It's okay..." the old immortal said, "it's just that the old immortal always feels that this place is inexplicably scary..."
"Scary?" Wu Fan looked into the distance and saw that the branches were intertwined and green, and it didn't look like a threat.
I heard from the old immortal that during this period they could always hear a strange sound coming from around them, and it sounded like someone was whispering! But when the opera ghost released his consciousness to explore the past, he couldn't find anything. It was really weird.
Although these sounds did not mean that they were approaching, the opera ghost and the old fairy were still unable to concentrate completely. They could only give a few instructions secretly, and then hurriedly sang a ghost play...
"Whispers?" Wu Fan frowned slightly, "Besides us, is there anyone else here? Could it be the sound of leaves being rubbed?"
"Absolutely impossible!" The old immortal was sure, "Not to mention that there is not even a hint of wind here, the old immortal can still tell the difference between leaves rubbing and whispering!"
Wu Fan was just confused, not questioning. After all, he still remembered Wu Ren's words. The man did not suffer any external injuries at that time. He was in such a situation because he was frightened.
"Well, no matter what, we'd better be careful!"
In the underworld, Wu Fan has already seen all kinds of strange people, so there is no need to mention his courage. But in comparison, he found that the most terrifying thing was not the appearance, but the human heart.
Some people look ferocious, but have a soft heart; some people look pitiful, but are as ruthless as snakes and scorpions... But Wu Fan suffered greatly from it, let alone mention it.
…
Although the scenery here is bright, there is black water around the feet. Wu Fan turned around and found that the route here had been determined long ago, and he had no choice at all.
He had studied the map so hard for so long, but in the end he only found an entrance. He didn't expect that the real problem would be from now on.
"Hiss...hiss..."
Just as he was walking on the road, the strange sound described by the old immortal and the opera ghost sounded again without warning.
"Here... I don't... it's him... hiss... hiss..."
Just like what the old immortal said, this voice was no different from a whisper, but when Wu Fan listened carefully, he couldn't hear anything carefully, which made Wu Fan scratch his head and feel very unhappy.
Just when Wu Fan felt depressed, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked back and saw that the place of the big tree beside him had been replaced by a young seedling.
"Am I blinded?" Wu Fan rubbed his eyes and saw that it looked the same no matter what angle he looked at. He didn't take it too seriously and could only continue to move forward.
But this time, he pushed aside the grass that was taller than a person and was about to step forward, but he took a breath of cold air and hurriedly stepped back. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have fallen into the strange black water. middle.
"How could Blackwater appear at this location? Did I remember the route wrong?" Wu Fan was a little stunned when he turned around. He saw that the grass around him had completely disappeared, replaced by a bare ground. .
"Old immortal, opera ghost, have you noticed anything wrong with the situation here?" Wu Fan asked hurriedly.
"That's true. The old immortal always feels that this place is inexplicably scary..." the old immortal replied.
"Ah?" Wu Fan was stunned and secretly wondered why the old immortal would repeat what he said.
"Just now, Lao Xian could always hear a strange sound coming from around him. It sounded like someone was whispering! But when Lao Xian asked Mr. Huabu to investigate, he couldn't detect anything. It was really strangeness…"
Wu Fan's expression suddenly turned ugly. He turned around and looked around, only to find that he was still where he was.
"Old Immortal, did you hear wrongly?" Wu Fan tried to ask after a moment of silence.
"Absolutely impossible!" the old immortal said firmly, "Not to mention that there is not even a hint of wind here, the old immortal can still distinguish between the friction of leaves and whispers!"
"As expected..." Hearing these repeated words, Wu Fan became more sure of his guess. Although he didn't know exactly how this situation occurred, it was obvious that he was trapped in some kind of loop.
"Little friend, what are you talking about?" Lao Xian asked curiously when he heard Wu Fan talking to himself.
"Nothing, business matters!" Wu Fan shook his head and walked forward with the guess in his mind.
…
"Eh? My friend, didn't you say you were going to investigate the surrounding area?" Seeing Wu Fan moving forward without any hesitation, the old immortal asked curiously.
"This is no longer necessary..."
"But little friend, you must be careful, these surroundings..."
"I understand." Before the old immortal finished speaking, Wu Fan patted the latter, indicating that it didn't need to worry.
On the road, Wu Fan was paying attention to what was behind him as he moved forward. He did not move forward until he confirmed that the scenery behind him would not change. Although this is indeed much safer, the speed is much slower.
Wu Fan acted out of caution, but the old immortal and the opera ghost who didn't know why were confused: "My little friend, what are you trying to do by turning back three times?"
"We've all come this far, it's always right to be careful..."
"Oh...that's true..." the old immortal said in confusion.
Wu Fan has walked this route countless times, but if he takes a wrong step, he will have to do it all over again, so he has to be careful.
Before that, he had explained it to Lao Xian and Xi Gui too many times, because no matter how he explained, it was useless, and Wu Fan was too lazy to say more.
"My little friend, haven't we been here just now?"
"Little friend, this place is obviously a straight road from the previous place, why did you have to go in such a big circle to come here?"
"Little friend, are you okay? Why do I feel..." Sensing Wu Fan's heartbeat and breathing disorder, the old immortal felt strange.
"Old immortal, don't talk too much!" Wu Fan hurriedly interrupted.
On the way, the old immortal kept wondering, almost drowning out the whispers in his ears. Although it did make Wu Fan have a headache, the headache was much better than the depression in his heart.
"Master!" The actor never likes to speak out, but whenever he speaks, it means that the matter is of vital importance.
"Don't listen to the old fairy's nonsense, I'm fine..." Wu Fan explained first.
"Master, what I mean is... there seems to be something following us." The opera ghost had been staring into the distance and was unaware of the secret communication between the two.
"Where is it? Why didn't I see it, Old Immortal?"
Wu Fan kept looking around to confirm that the road was correct, almost imprinting the scenery here in his mind, but he never found anything strange.
However, he knew that the opera ghost had a unique ability and could detect abnormalities before others, so he became vigilant: "The opera ghost, where is that person?"
The opera ghost shook his head: "I'm not sure about this, but... that thing shouldn't be a human being..."
The opera ghost has always felt that the whispers were not abnormal noises, because it could always detect a hint of hidden emotion in them, but this feeling was very vague. It did not dare to confirm it 100%, so it could only ponder.
Just as it was looking around, it vaguely saw an imperceptible tremor suddenly occur on the ground in the distance! When it focused all its attention on it, it discovered that the ground there had shifted in a way that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. If it hadn't been for staring at it, it would have been impossible to notice this subtle change!
"This is just a change of scenery. It will not pose any threat to us..." Hearing this, Wu Fan relaxed a lot. After all, this kind of situation has happened often before, and Wu Fan has long been used to it.
"That's wrong!" The actor said seriously: "I thought so too at first, but... those whispers came from this thing!"
"This..." Wu Fan hesitated.
He turned his head and looked far behind him. At first glance, he still didn't find anything unusual. But perhaps influenced by the words of the opera ghost, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the scenery in the distance was indeed a bit awkward.
"Let's get out of here first..." Although Wu Fan didn't know what the actor was talking about, he didn't want to take the same route again, so he couldn't care less.
"Old immortal, you showman! You two help me keep an eye on that thing. I can't be distracted anymore..."
The situation here is complicated, and Wu Fan doesn't know how to get out of the cycle, but every time he goes through the cycle, he will suffer a huge painful impact, and his physical condition is getting worse.
He just looks relaxed now, but is actually relying on his willpower to hold on. If he fails again this time, it may never be that easy to return to normal...
After a long period of silence, Lao Xian suddenly let out a cry of surprise.
"Old Calabash, what you just talked about...is it a worm?"
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