Weird World of Immortality

Walking along the 'Moquan', I occasionally encountered several groups of patrolling members, but Zheng Zhenmu just stood a zhang away to greet them from a distance, and the two sides did not intend to talk at close range.

After several times, Zhou Fan saw that this was a rule of the patrol.

"I believe you have seen some differences." Zheng Zhenmu glanced at Zhou Fan next to him and said slowly, "This is the second principle I want to tell you, don't rely too much on other team members in the wild. Even though they usually have a good relationship with you in the village."

"Is it because the monster will possess or curse?" Zhou Fan carefully glanced around and asked, he had heard Lu Kui say this.

"Strangeness is the main reason, but there is another reason. This is originally the patrol team's rule to reduce casualties. In the wild, every team will keep this rule in mind. If you forget the rule and approach rashly, the other party is likely to suspect it. You were possessed by a monster and attacked you with a weapon."

"If that's the case, even if you die, it's a vain death. You don't have to take any responsibility for killing your teammates by mistake." Zheng Zhenmu explained seriously.

"How is the distance between the two groups defined?" Zhou Fan asked.

"In principle, the farther you are, the safer it is. The rule is to stand outside the extreme distance that the longest weapons on both sides can attack." Zheng Zhenmu waved his hand suddenly and half squatted down.

Zhou Fan also squatted halfway, looking ahead, but apart from weeds and trees on the trail, only the breeze was blowing.

After a while, Zheng Zhenmu stood up and continued on his way: "Walking in the wild, you can't keep moving forward. After walking for a while, you can stop and observe carefully by feeling, in case something happens in front of you that catches you off guard."

"This is the third principle?" Zhou Fan asked.

"No, it's just a little patrol trick." Zheng Zhenmu stabbed the long spear into a bush and pulled it out again. The tip of the spear was only stained with some grass clippings, so he nodded with confidence, "The third principle Most importantly, I'll tell you later."

As they walked, Zhou Fan and Zheng Zhenmu stopped again.

Outside the circle in front are paddy fields one after another. The paddy fields in July are like golden carpets, with strings of rice ears with diluted rice falling on the light green leaves.

Scarecrows were erected on the edge of the rice field far from the village outside the circle.

Scarecrows supported by wooden sticks, dressed in old black or blue clothes, and some with bamboo hats woven from weeds, swayed gently in the wind.

"Here we are, the paddy fields are the areas we patrol." Zheng Zhenmu said.

Zhou Fan estimated that if it were measured in terms of Moquan, the width of the paddy field was only about 100 zhang of Moquan.

The sun is shining brightly.

After walking for a while, the foreheads of the two of them were oozing with sweat.

Zhou Fan and Zheng Zhenmu went to enjoy the shade under the shade of a tree.

Zheng Zhenmu leaned his spear against the tree. He sat under the roots of the tree that burst out of the soil, took out the kettle and took a sip of water: "If you have any questions, just ask."

Zhou Fan deliberately sat under the leaves about half a meter away from Zheng Zhenmu. He untied the straight knife tied to his waist and put it on his lap. He took out the water bottle and frowned and asked, "I thought the fields in the village were in the village, but I didn't expect that. outside the village."

Zheng Zhenmu was stunned for a moment and said, "Don't you know this? There is no suitable place for farming in the village, so it can only be planted in the wild."

Of course, Zheng Zhenmu didn't know about Zhou Fan's "amnesia".

The old man sat in front of Zhou Fan and looked at the kettle in Zhou Fan's hand. The weather was so hot that the old dog stuck out his tongue.

Zhou Fan lifted the kettle up and fell down. A string of water lines flowed from the mouth of the kettle. The old man stuck his tongue out, and not a drop of water entered its mouth.

Zhou Fan put down the kettle and said, "The people who farm are ordinary villagers, so how can we ensure their safety?"

Zheng Zhenmu said casually: "The fields in the wild are collectively planted and collected together. When collectively planting or collecting, the patrol team will send people to guard them, and sometimes the talisman will be present..."

When he was talking, Zheng Zhenmu, who had been staring at the rice field in front of him, suddenly turned his mouth and said, "Come on."

What's coming?

Zhou Fan looked up at the rice field, and then his face changed greatly.

There was a large mass of white light that was several acres in size, as if moving clouds, over the dozens of scarecrows and poured into the golden rice fields.

The white light split up over the paddy fields and divided into countless small groups of white light.

It was as if there were hundreds of white ghosts of children floating on the paddy fields, they were playing and making strange laughter of 'hee hee'.

Zhou Fan stood up and drew the knife out of its scabbard. The small flame talisman he had been hiding in his cuff was also slapped on the back of the knife, and the back of the knife had a flame-like pattern spreading.

Zhou Fan looked at those white ghosts vigilantly with a knife, but he had no idea in his heart. With so many white ghosts, how many could he cut by himself?

"Put away the talisman and the knife." Zheng Zhenmu didn't move, he still sat on the root of the tree with a very calm expression.

Zhou Fan just frowned, but he didn't listen to Zheng Zhenmu's words. He still maintained the posture of holding the knife, his eyes full of alertness.

Regarding Zhou Fan's failure to follow his instructions, UU reading www.uukanshu. com Zheng Zhenmu didn't have any dissatisfaction, he just smiled and said: "This is the third principle I want to tell you, don't do anything if you are wronged."

"What's the solution?" Zhou Fan confirmed that the white ghosts were still lingering in the rice fields. After they didn't attack, he glanced at the old man at his feet. The old man just stared at the white ghosts, and it didn't respond much.

Zhou Fancai rested his hand on the small flame talisman that was close to the back of the knife.

The little flame talisman fell off, and Zhou Fan hid the little flame talisman in his sleeve again. He had no idea of ​​putting the little flame talisman into the talisman bag, because it was too slow to take out the talisman from the talisman bag. What he needed was to quickly put the little flame talisman affixed to the back of the knife.

The risk of losing this little talisman is nothing compared to saving one's life.

Besides, as long as you are careful, the little flame talisman will not be lost so easily.

Zheng Zhenmu watched Zhou Fan's movements, and a glimmer of admiration flashed in his eyes. His partner was obviously a very cautious person. He explained, "Don't act in case of slander, that is, don't act rashly the first time you encounter a slander."

Zheng Zhenmu paused for a while, then thought about it and asked Zhou Fan, "Do you know the grading of Weird?"

Zhou Fan put the knife back into the scabbard, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "What classification?"

"It seems that you don't know." Zheng Zhenmu was not surprised, "Even Master Fu can't tell how many quirks there are, but the officials still think of classifying them into levels."

"As far as I know, there are two types of quirks: You and Grievance, each of which is divided into three levels: white, black and blood. The lowest level of quirks is Baiyou."

Zheng Zhenmu pointed at the white ghosts on the rice field and said, "Those are called rice children, named because they like to play on the top of the rice fields. They are a kind of white tour."

"Is it a rice child..." Zhou Fan muttered to himself, looking at the rice child floating and frolicking above the paddy field with a weird smile.