Ning Fan had indeed been holding this anger for several months.

Up to now, the other party has not said a single word to him.

Don't even say hello, just kill him as soon as you see him!

No matter how aloof Jian Wuchou was at the time, he would still find time to talk to him.

But what about this stuff?

Totally rude and shameless!

You sneak attack me every day!

Ning Fan endured it before because he really couldn't find the other person.

But now, Ning Fan has adapted.

You are...

It fell into my hands!!

Ning Fan could sense the other party's embarrassment.

In fact, as early as the previous few contacts, Ning Fan had already judged that this guy's strength was not as strong as Jian Wuchou.

The opponent's greatest advantage is his insight and ability to hide in the dark.

If Jian Wuchou is a peerless swordsman, then this guy is a poisonous snake lurking in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

What Ning Fan learned from him was not just the ability to adapt to darkness.

At this time, the other party was obviously in a bit of a mess.

But Ning Fan didn't intend to give him any chance to breathe.

Ning Fan is already familiar with the terrain here.

The cave was so small that after running for a few minutes, the opponent was finally forced into a corner by Ning Fan.

Squeak!

Ning Fan sent out a sword!

He could feel the sluggishness of the sword cutting through flesh and blood.

In the next moment, the cave...

It’s on.

When Ning Fan saw the whole picture of the cave again, he even felt a little unfamiliar.

Although he had already outlined the overall picture of the cave in his mind, when he saw it clearly, he felt as if he was in another world.

At the same time, he finally saw the soul that had been playing hide-and-seek with him for several months.

A middle-aged man.

It was different from what Ning Fan had imagined.

This man has a resolute appearance and is full of righteousness...

At this moment, Ning Fan's sword had already pierced his neck.

But the other party did not seem to show any signs of dying or disappearing.

"Good understanding."

The middle-aged man spoke.

This was the first time Ning Fan heard him speak.

"You're not mute, are you?"

Ning Fan drew his sword.

There was no blood on the middle-aged man's neck.

It's just that the figure is a little blurry.

Ning Fan had seen this state before.

This is what happened before Jian Wuchou disappeared.

Ning Fan knew that the middle-aged man's condition was not caused by his sword.

But...

He doesn't have much time left.

"Your sword is far inferior to Jian Wuchou's."

The middle-aged man had a blank expression on his face.

When Ning Fan heard Jian Wuchou's name, his eyes flickered slightly.

"Yeah! I haven't learned the Wuchou Sword yet..."

Ning Fan smiled and sighed, "He left."

In response to Ning Fan's sigh, the man chose to remain silent.

"Are you going to disappear too?"

Ning Fan sat where Jian Wuchou's sarcophagus had been placed, his smile becoming even more complicated. "It's okay. We didn't communicate much, nor did we have a deep relationship."

Jian Wuchou's departure left Ning Fan feeling empty for a long time.

In contrast, Ning Fan still didn't know the name of the man in front of him. Strictly speaking, today was the first time they met.

But……

He might be the only one left in this cave for some time to come.

"yes."

The man nodded.

"Let's go."

Ning Fan shrugged and tightened his nose: "I'm used to it."

"Don't you want to ask me something?"

The man asked.

Ning Fan shook his head: "You don't know how to answer."

After a pause, Ning Fan still had some hope.

"Jian Wuchou said that you are all imprisoned here."

"yes."

"Why?"

"I made a mistake."

"What's wrong?"

“…”

The man was silent for a long time, then said slowly, "It's a huge mistake."

Ning Fan frowned.

The man answered.

But this answer...

It's somewhat unsatisfactory.

"Then who locked you up?"

Ning Fan pointed at the gorgeous coffin in the middle: "Jian Wuchou said it was him."

"It's him."

"who is he?"

Ning Fan got a little excited when asked this question.

Even though he was mentally prepared and thought that the other party would be like Jian Wuchou and would not answer these questions, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation.

The man looked at Ning Fan deeply.

Ning Fan waited quietly.

Five minutes passed and the man still didn't speak.

Ning Fan gave a wry smile.

"Jian Wuchou would at least tell me clearly and not answer this question. You, on the other hand, simply pretended not to hear it."

Although disappointed, it was also expected. Ning Fan did not dwell on this question for too long, but continued to ask: "Are you all from the upper city?"

"What is Upper City?"

The man obviously didn't understand.

But his reaction made Ning Fan's heart move!

These souls were once living people.

But they don’t know the existence of the upper city!

Is it possible that in the world they lived in, there was no distinction between the Upper and Lower City?

The reason why Ning Fan asked this question was because he had recently learned some of the differences between the upper and lower cities.

Judging from the information currently available, the fighting style of the people in Shangcheng does not require reliance on spirit servants.

The more Ning Fan thought about it, the more he felt that Jian Wuchou looked like a person from Shangcheng.

But the problem is that Jian Wuchou is no longer here, and the guy in front of him didn't say a word before.

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