Corridor Of Creatures

A white dove crossed the sky, hanging in the sky on a long line, flying straight down. The white dove stood in front of the cave, and howled twice to lure Fanmin out.

"Isn't it just that someone gave me a pillow when I wanted to sleep?"

Seeing the mark on the white pigeon's feet, Fan Min recognized that the owner of this guy was Yaosheng. He really couldn't find it after wearing iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it.

"Then the rest is up to you, little guy, you have to keep up the good work."

Transform the envelope into a piece of paper and tie it to the white pigeon's foot, then blow a whistle and let it leave with the token.

There was a sudden sound behind him, and Fan Min turned around to find that Wei Ying had actually kicked the barbecue down. Wei Ying held the meat in his mouth and smiled, raising his eyebrows at Fan Min, seemingly saying:

"How's it going, old man? Don't look down on people."

Fan Min was immediately shocked. It was definitely not easy to recover from such an injury to such an extent in a short period of time. His eyes suddenly became sharp. He walked to Wei Ying, grabbed his arm and lifted him up.

"It hurts, it hurts! Damn it, old man, what are you doing!"

"Stop talking nonsense, stand up and take two steps."

Fan Min kicked his legs off the bed, but this guy was not only able to walk normally, but also immediately avoided him as if nothing happened.

Looking at the bright red bandage on the wound, Fan Min felt something was strange. Either Wei Ying was born in the Lian family or he often fought, otherwise he would not be able to get out of bed and walk.

Since Wei Ying was able to get out of bed earlier than he expected, ordinary people's training methods would definitely not work for this guy, and now it would be even more difficult.

"You can leave now, right?"

"What's wrong with this?"

"No problem, let's start training."

"Now, am I still a wounded person?"

"I've never seen a wounded person get off the ground and run. Come on."

Pulling Wei Ying to a big tree, Fan Min asked him to show off his current arm strength, but Wei Ying was injured after all and his arm was not very comfortable, so he originally planned to refuse.

Fan Min opened his mouth to reprimand him:

"Injured? Then I, an old man, will come and show you?!"

Wei Ying was speechless by Fan Min's words. After all, it was just as Fan Min said. This hobbling old man could easily break rocks, but a young man couldn't. Is this really true?

"I'll come, I'll come!"

"This is the kind of energy that young people should have."

Wei Ying took a tense breath, clenched his right fist and held it back for half a minute. He mobilized all his strength to concentrate on his right fist and punched it straight. His fist met the tree trunk, and the cracking sound came along the bones.

Watching the big tree slowly move away, Fan Min stroked his beard and nodded with a smile, "Boy, you are only one step away from success now."

"I did it?"

Dashu actually lost his life under Wei Ying's punch. Wei Ying was also surprised, "Senior, is this true?"

"How about I slap you twice to wake you up?"

"Then forget it - but why?"

Fan Min smiled and said nothing. This kind of power was not suddenly awakened now, but Wei Ying had this ability long before he came to this world.

"There is no need to study these irrelevant things, Wei Ying, let's move on to the next item."

"Yeah, okay."

"Did you understand the test I gave you?"

"Just those five fingers?"

"You still don't see it, let's try again."

Fan Min walked up to Wei Ying, spread out the five fingers of his right hand, and put his face up to it. Then Fan Min slowly spoke, "Now, tell me, what did you see?"

"...Five fingers?"

There was a bang, and there was an explosion behind Wei Ying. When their eyes met, Fan Min was not in a joking mood at all. This was indeed training.

Wei Ying stared at these five fingers carefully but couldn't figure out anything.

It wasn't until a few minutes passed that Fan Min took his hand back and asked again:

"What did you see just now? Now, tell me."

...

At least Wei Ying is now certain that answering five fingers is definitely wrong, but what should be the correct answer?

"You are still confused, right? It doesn't matter. We still have a long time. I can wait. You can continue to think."

Wei Ying watched Fan Min turn away and walk away slowly while holding on to the crutches. He had no choice but to return to the bed and sit down, continuing to think deeply about the meaning of the five fingers.

"Fingers are not the key, Wei Ying. Only if you truly understand the meaning can you see through everything."

Fan Min quietly turned around at the door and watched Wei Ying sigh slightly. The time left for them was actually not that long. Words can give people strength and confidence, but they are not the key to victory.

Climbing into bed, due to his physical condition, recuperating first is the safest option. Wei Ying slowly closed his eyes. The high-intensity long-term training quickly made him feel exhausted. He blinked twice due to fatigue. I couldn't help but yawned, my head tilted and I fell asleep.

In the dream, he once again saw his phantom. The phantom was kneeling down in front of an immortal. He smiled evilly, turned back for a moment, opened up the five fingers of his right hand to cover part of his face, and ran over ferociously to pounce on the captain. On the eagle.

The palm of his hand pressed on Wei Ying's eyes, and through the gap, Wei Ying saw the ferocious face behind his fingers. He was suddenly startled and instinctively wanted to jump away, but was suppressed by the phantom with one hand, forcing him to look directly. Phantom eyes.

Wei Ying woke up suddenly as his heart was pierced by one of the phantom's fingers. There was a roaring sound in his head, tingling, tingling, tingling.

"Maybe I know the answer."

"Wei Ying, did you have a nightmare?"

Fan Min walked in from the door, looked at Wei Ying who was adjusting his breathing and laughed, "What? What kind of dream can scare a guy like you?"

"...Senior, I should know the answer to the finger."

"Oh? Then tell me, what is the answer?"

"I still need you to demonstrate it again."

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Fan Min approached Wei Ying, opened his right hand again, put his five fingers in front of Wei Ying's eyes, and tilted his head and smiled.

"Then, wait and tell me your answer."

"Can."

This time, Wei Ying no longer paid attention to the five fingers. Instead, he observed the changes in the eyes of the old man Fanmin through the gaps between the fingers. The look of ridicule, surprise, and approval strengthened his thoughts.

"So, tell me now, what did you see?"

"I saw the truth..."

Wei Ying took a step forward, grabbed it with his right hand, and removed the mask on Fan Min's face, revealing his original appearance.

"Fu Xi, this is my answer."

Fu Xi blinked and looked at Wei Ying with more respect in his eyes, "I didn't expect you to see through my disguise so early?"

"In the gap between my fingers, I saw a slowly floating clown phantom on your back!"