At night.

F70 area, Qi Huan’s home.

Xu Ben has already recounted the conversation he just had with Qi Huan.

Ning Fan and the others could also be sure that what Old Wu and the others did had nothing to do with Qi Huan.

But at this moment, Qi Huan's eyes were still filled with fear as he looked at everyone.

He was very scared.

This group of people are more reckless than he imagined.

Killing Old Wu and the other two is nothing.

But Blind Liu also died.

Even when the regional guards shouted at him to stop, he still took action.

In District F70, no one dares to mess with people from District G.

This is a deeply ingrained idea.

But these guys...

Not only did he provoke it, but he was still able to sit here unharmed.

"Fan, Brother Fan..."

Qi Huan was terrified.

Ning Fan's body was still stained with the blood of Old Wu and the others. The smell made his already fearful heart even more fragile.

"What are you afraid of?"

Ning Fan said to Qi Huan calmly, "Are we that scary?"

have!

Qi Huan answered in his heart without thinking!

"Brother Fan, can you give Old Wu and his family a chance to live?"

Qi Huan's face turned pale, and he clasped his hands together: "They don't know anything..."

Ning Fan was stunned.

He was indeed a little surprised to see this person who was already terrified to the extreme still pleading for others.

Obviously, Qi Huan was scared to death.

"Old Wu just had Blind Liu's men bomb your house."

Ning Fan said softly.

Qi Huan nodded: "But, this is also what Old Wu and the others did."

"You're a man of integrity, right? You were quite decisive when you sold out Old Wu and the others."

Huizi tilted his head and looked at Qi Huan: "You can be called a coward and selfish person... You are obviously scared to the point of peeing your pants, and you are still begging for mercy! Haha, you are quite a weird person."

Ning Fan stared at Qi Huan for a moment without responding, but changed the subject.

"Regional Guard, how many teams are there?"

Qi Huan was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.

"There should be thirteen! One of them is Yanchikov's personal guard, who basically follows him all year round."

"How many people are there in each guard?"

"Between twenty and fifty."

Qi Huan thought for a moment and added, "But the hunting team under the team is not among these people."

"In other words, the hunting team is just a supernumerary member and not considered part of the guard?"

"right."

Qi Huan sighed and said, "The recruitment standards for the regional guards are very high, and they basically don't accept people from District F."

Ning Fan pondered for a moment.

He really wanted to know one thing now, which was what Yangchikov wanted to do with so many corpses of strange beasts.

But Qi Huan obviously couldn't answer this question.

"Okay, go to sleep!"

Ning Fan didn't ask any more questions.

People of Qi Huan's status have limited access to certain things.

Everything can only be figured out by joining the hunting team.

In a dream.

Ning Fan dodged and moved swiftly.

Jian Wuchou sat on his coffin, controlling the swords flying in the sky.

At the beginning, Ning Fan could not dodge more than three moves, but now, he can hold on for more than two hours.

In the dream, Ning Fan didn't need to worry about physical exhaustion.

But this doesn't mean he can remain relaxed forever.

Jian Wuchou's sword moves would undergo drastic changes every three to five minutes.

Every time Ning Fan thought he had adapted to his style, his sword moves would change.

And every change is like facing a different opponent, and Ning Fan needs to explore the rules again.

"Your heart is not at peace."

Jian Wuchou whispered.

Ning Fan blocked a sword and took the time to look at Jian Wuchou.

Upon seeing this, his brows furrowed even more tightly.

Jian Wuchou remained expressionless.

"You don't want to break the rules."

Ning Fan said nothing and continued to resist the attack.

Jian Wuchou asked again: "Why?"

Ning Fan continued to remain silent.

Jian Wuchou frowned slightly.

"You could have broken the situation three days ago."

"Why are you pretending to be defeated?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Are you afraid that I will kill you in a new way?"

"That's not like you."

Jian Wuchou was unusually talkative today.

Most of the time before, Ning Fan would occasionally ask a question, trying his luck and seeing if Jian Wuchou would answer him subconsciously.

But Jian Wuchou had never been fooled.

Ning Fan even felt like his mouth was welded shut.

But recently, Ning Fan stopped asking.

After entering the dream, Ning Fan began to fight with Jian Wuchou. No one spoke, and in this space, there was only the sound of two swords colliding.

But today, Jian Wuchou couldn't help it anymore.

clang!!

Ning Fan faced the flying sword and suddenly jumped up, throwing the sword...

Cut to the ground!

The game is broken!

He passed this round of Jian Wuchou's teaching.

However, there was no joy on Ning Fan's face, but rather an unusual solemnity.

"good."

Jian Wuchou commented calmly, then stood up from the coffin.

"From now on, I will fight you."

"Wait a moment!"

Ning Fan interrupted Jian Wuchou.

But Jian Wuchou shook his head: "I said before, even if the situation is resolved, I will not answer any of your questions."

"My problem has nothing to do with the sword coffin! It has nothing to do with my life experience!"

Ning Fan is very stubborn.

Jian Wuchou didn't say anything, but held the long sword in his hand and flashed...

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