Hearing this, Wu Mian felt that it sounded familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he had already heard the same answer yesterday, so he had no doubts.
Passing the rope over, Wu Mian was still a little curious: "Brother Wu Fan, do you want to catch fish with just a rope?"
"Brother Wu Mian, don't worry, I have a way." Wu Fan smiled.
"Pretending to be mysterious..." Wu Mian snorted coldly, then picked up a backpack: "Let's go! Try to go early and come back early!"
Wu Fan frowned when he heard this, and his expression immediately returned to normal: "Brother Wu Mian's kindness is appreciated by Qingshe, but this small matter of catching fish is enough for me. Even if you go with me, you will only be able to stand by and suffer the cold... more Besides, Brother Wu Mian still has to stay here to help prepare firewood."
"That's true..." Wu Mian nodded after hearing this, and continued: "What kind of firewood are there to prepare? What's left now is more than enough to burn for a whole winter."
"Brother Wu Mian, this coarse firewood burns a coarse fire, and fine wood burns a fine fire. If you want to cook delicious food, that kind of rough firewood will not work!" Wu Fan said with a smile.
"Ah? Is there such a thing?" Wu Mian scratched his head. He had never heard that fire has thickness.
"That's right! So I hope Brother Wu Mian can divide the firewood more finely while I'm out catching fish..." As he spoke, Wu Fan added, "Actually, I usually don't care about this. Mainly for my godmother."
"This..." Wu Mian originally wanted to refuse, but after hearing this, he really couldn't say anything, so he could only nod helplessly, "Okay, then go back quickly and don't keep my sister-in-law waiting."
"That's natural." Wu Fan threw the rope into the backpack, put the basket on his back, and then opened the door and left.
After looking back and confirming that no one was around, Wu Fan casually took off the backpack and threw it at the intersection, then turned into a shooting star and chased the moon, heading towards the place he wanted in his heart.
Thinking of the strange thing he noticed last night, Wu Fan couldn't let go and was about to come to investigate the specific situation on the pretext of catching fish.
As for the rough fire and fine fire thing, it is actually nonsense. It is Wu Fan's strategy to keep Wu Mian.
Recalling that year, Wu Hao once mentioned the situation that occurred on the night when he was born. Now that he is here in person, he feels that the incident is most likely to be related to this group of people.
Although what happened back then had happened, and there was no surprise or danger, he still couldn't rest assured. After all, it was his mother who was being cared about at the moment.
Now that you are here, you must find a way to nip the danger in the bud!
According to his memory, Wu Fan arrived at the border ten miles away from the moonlight yesterday. After a night of wind and snow, the ground in front of him had been completely smoothed.
When there was still some distance there, Wu Fan suddenly stopped. The snow here was not as thick as expected. It could only cover his ankles. Even if someone was lying on the ground, he could not completely hide his figure.
This situation is not much different from what Wu Fan imagined. Since the other party is so cautious, he will definitely not expose himself casually in the daytime.
Wu Fan's trip was just to investigate clues. Although he had to return without success, he was not too disappointed.
"Little friend, there is a cave over there! Would you like to go and have a look." The old immortal's perspective was different from Wu Fan's, and he discovered the clue.
"That's natural!" Wu Fan's eyes lit up, "But just in case, you need to prepare in advance..."
Following the instructions of the old immortal, a cave entrance appeared not far away. After confirming that no one was inside, Wu Fan jumped down.
If you suddenly leave this white world, ordinary people will definitely have a black eye. But Wu Fan has an eye for the future, so this situation will not have any impact on him at all.
The space here is only one person high, but it is very spacious. If they stand closer together, it can accommodate about a hundred people.
"Huh?" As he was looking at the environment here, a cloud of ashes on the ground attracted Wu Fan's attention.
When he came closer, although the ashes looked very ordinary, Wu Fan could tell at a glance that the ashes themselves should be human!
What he relies on is not color and characteristics, but an experience and feeling.
The only thing he found puzzling was what kind of flame was so powerful that it could burn a person into nothing but dregs and turn him into a pile of powder!
"Who is this guy...who is he?" Wu Fan murmured.
"It's all turned into ashes. Even if the King of Heaven comes, I'm afraid I won't be able to recognize it," the old immortal said.
"I'm not talking about him..." Wu Fan shook his head.
"Master class leader...this should be the guy who was affected by the sound transmission technique last night." The actor suddenly discovered something.
"Oh? What's the explanation?" Wu Fan exclaimed. The man underground had been burned to death, and he didn't know how the opera ghost could figure it out.
"Although this person's soul is gone, he still has lingering resentment! I can feel that this resentment is caused by me!" The play ghost explained.
"Okay, Mr. Huabu, it seems you are a bit better than the King of Heaven!" the old immortal said sourly.
Wu Fan ignored the old immortal, pinched his chin and thought to himself: "Even one of his own could bear to do this. This person is indeed not a kind person!"
Thinking of this, Wu Fan suddenly felt murderous. Before coming here, he was just suspicious, but now he is completely sure that what happened on the night he was born was their fault!
…
The weather today was exceptionally sunny, making the red shadow on the ground particularly bright, but what was more eye-catching than his clothes was the unstoppable smile on his face.
Around him were a group of figures in white robes.
Receiving the understanding of the red shadow, a group of people silently took off their white robes, revealing the attire underneath.
Although they were of different heights, they were all wearing tight-fitting black clothes and had a red armband on their arm, making it clear to outsiders that they were members of the Starfire Sect.
In order to hide their traces, they lay on the snow for several days, tensing up just to wait for this opportunity.
These days, they have many opportunities to take action. The reason why they have been holding back is because they understand that the mantis stalks the cicada before the oriole is behind. If their whereabouts were exposed now, they would be arrested before they even took action!
But last night, Lang Qianxun suddenly had an idea. They had been too quiet these days, as if they had never existed!
If they could make some noise and behave abnormally, they might be able to attract that person.
Burning Tianmen Eleven to death was just a random test, and Lang Qianxun didn't expect that this strategy would work inexplicably.
Putting aside his excitement, he winked and saw these killers burrowing into the ground like loaches, trying to catch the oriole!
"Sir Master..." After a brief silence, someone in the cave suddenly spoke.
"You caught it now?" Lang Qianxun was obviously surprised. He didn't expect that things would be so easy. If it was really so easy to solve, why should he be so frightened?
To be cautious, he asked a few people to take the lead, and then followed.
After passing through the encirclement and entering the center of the crowd, he did not see the culprit, and his expression suddenly became tense: "Where are the people...where are the people?"
"Master, below..." someone said.
He looked down and finally discovered the culprit, which turned out to be a shivering hare.
Seeing this, his face turned livid, he jumped into a rage, and stepped on the rabbit until its intestines were broken.
"You guys go out and see if there are any footprints around here!" After venting his anger and returning to the ground, Lang Qianxun ordered through gritted teeth.
After a while, several people rushed back in disgrace: "Sir, we found no trace of anyone leaving."
"How is this possible?" Lang Qianxun frowned, suddenly sneered, and continued to give instructions: "You should all remember the direction you came from, so hurry up and find which footprints do not belong to you."
"Master, this way!" Someone shouted.
Looking at the crooked footprints coming from a distance, Lang Qianxun smiled even more: "You are trying to be clever with me... you are still too young!"
"You guys just stay here and wait for me to come back!" As he said that, Wolf Qianxun turned into a red shadow and chased after him.
…
"It's almost time to retreat back here." In the snow, Wu Fan was walking backwards, and he didn't turn around until he had retreated a long distance.
According to the cautious character of those people, they would definitely find that someone had been underground, so before going down to the cave, Wu Fan specially caught a hare and kept it in it.
Even if they still have doubts, there are only footprints on the snow, but no footprints of departure. There is absolutely no way they can find this place!
Putting on his backpack, Wu Fan rushed to the river.
Although it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, the bright sunshine makes people feel indescribably comfortable.
When he came to the stream and caressed the boulders under his feet, Wu Fan's eyes suddenly softened and he returned to the pleasant days of the past.
"Rustling, rustling..."
A faint sound woke up Wu Fan who was in the process of reminiscing. When he noticed someone approaching, Wu Fan secretly shouted something bad and hurriedly turned his spiritual stick and attacked backwards!
…
"Haha... you think you can fool me with this little trick?" Lang Qianxun sent a spark forward with one hand, intending to burn the man behind the tree in the distance to ashes.
The result was of course no surprise at all, as the figure immediately burst into flames.
Seeing the flames rising, Lang Qianxun's expression turned gloomy again. It turned out that this man was just a scarecrow used in the fields to scare wild birds, but was left here because it was no longer needed.
Fortunately, he came here alone this time, otherwise he would be embarrassed if his subordinates saw him.
Putting his thoughts away, Lang Qianxun chased forward again. After a while, he saw a group of menacing figures in front of him.
"..."
Seeing the visitor, the crowd was puzzled: "Sir, why did you come back from there?"
They were the Spark Gate killers waiting there.
"Damn it!" Lang Qianxun felt ashamed and annoyed. He was distracted by the scarecrow just now and was only chasing the footprints, but he didn't notice that the footprints on the ground had changed direction. He was clearly being tricked.
"People from Xinghuo Sect obey orders!"
"exist!"
"Go back to resupply and start taking action in three days!"
"As you command!"
After saying that, the group of Xinghuo disciples hid their figures under their white robes, blending into the vast expanse of snow.
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"Hahahaha... You are still a little green to fight with me!" Above the blazing fire, a figure in white appeared at some point. He smiled and shook his fan in his hand. Shake it to extinguish the fire on the ground.
It was obvious that he was the one behind this.
"A sneeze... a sneeze!" After sneezing several times, the man felt that it was inappropriate to fan himself in this season, so he hid the fan in his sleeve.
"I don't know where this kid came from, and he actually got involved in such noisy things..." Looking towards the direction Wu Fan left, the young man murmured to himself: "But... why does this guy look familiar? , has this king seen him somewhere?"
The words faded away, and the man disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.
