Jian Wuchou? !
Ning Fan looked at the man in front of him in surprise.
As far as he could remember, no one had ever told him that he could talk to his spirit servant!
From the moment he first obtained Jian Wuchou, Ning Fan remembered that Jian Wuchou had spoken to him.
"From now on, I will teach you how to use the sword."
Ning Fan looked at Jian Wuchou in silence for a long time, and finally whispered, "You are not a spirit servant."
"Spirit Servant? What is that?"
Jian Wuchou showed a bewildered look.
As expected!!
Ning Fan's heart was beating wildly!
He had long felt that there was something wrong with Jian Wuchou!
According to Qiao Fei, Ning Fan could only sense the existence of one soul, which was the lowest level [Single Soul Level].
But he has used Jian Wuchou.
He was very sure that Jian Wuchou was not weak!
Not only is it not weak, but it is very strong!
When Ning Fan killed Chen Wu, he had just received the help of Jian Wuchou. Even though there was no running-in or familiarity between them, the abilities displayed by him already made Ning Fan feel that he was very powerful.
Plus yesterday...
He split Ye Liang's thunder with one sword!
This is definitely not something that the weakest [Single Soul Level] spirit servant can do!
And now, whether it was Jian Wuchou who entered Ning Fan's dream, or Ning Fan who was pulled into the dream by Jian Wuchou...
These are not the characteristics of a spirit servant!
Taking everything into consideration, there is only one possibility!
Jian Wuchou...
Not a spirit servant!
"Then what are you?"
Ning Fan tried his best to remain calm.
He vaguely felt that Jian Wuchou might be able to resolve some of his doubts.
"I?"
Jian Wuchou's smile was filled with a touch of sadness: "It's just a ghost imprisoned in the sword coffin."
Sword coffin!
"You said, this sword of mine is..."
"Sword Coffin: Eight Tombs."
Jian Wuchou laughed at himself and said, "It's ridiculous. This is clearly a cage, yet we dare not escape. Because once we leave this sword coffin... we will disappear into thin air."
"I, we..."
Ning Fan licked his dry lips: "You mean, there's more than just you in this sword?"
"Eight tombs, of course, refers to the tombs of eight people."
Jian Wuchou said softly, "Is it difficult to understand?"
Not difficult to understand!
It’s just a little hard to accept!
"Then besides you..."
"The other seven are still asleep."
Jian Wuchou raised his hand and waved gently.
The fog has cleared.
Ning Fan discovered that he was actually in a vast cave.
There are eight coffins placed inside the cave!
One of them has been opened.
It should be Jian Wuchou's.
Jian Wuchou's coffin was the most ordinary-looking stone coffin among the eight.
The other seven pairs are either simple in shape and finely crafted, or made of high-quality materials.
What Ning Fan cared about most was the coffin in the center...
The whole body is emerald green, emitting a faint light, and is inlaid with a large number of gems.
Compared with the other pairs, it stands out from the crowd.
"That's all for now, question."
Jian Wuchou interrupted Ning Fan's curiosity and thrust the sword forward: "I will teach you how to use the sword."
"Wait a minute, I have another question."
“There are too many questions.”
Jian Wuchou was obviously reluctant to say more: "I only promised to help you lay a solid foundation."
"Promised? Who did you promise?"
Ning Fan asked again.
But Jian Wuchou did not answer and stabbed Ning Fan with a sword.
This sword was extremely fast and had a tricky angle!
Ning Fan had a lot of questions in his mind, but suddenly he felt a strong sense of crisis.
Squeak!
The long sword pierced Ning Fan's neck.
The fear of death spread in Ning Fan's heart.
Before losing consciousness, Ning Fan heard Jian Wuchou's voice again.
"Next time we meet, I will draw my sword directly."
Jian Wuchou gradually disappeared from Ning Fan's sight. "When you can dodge my sword, I can answer your three questions."
Teng!
Ning Fan sat up from the sofa.
His clothes were soaked with sweat.
Looking around, I confirmed that this was Wen Cai's home.
Is this a dream?
no!
That feeling of death is so real!
In front of Jian Wuchou, Ning Fan had no ability to resist.
Ning Fan sat on the sofa, recalling that sword.
It seems that no matter how I deal with it, I can't escape it!
Jian Wuchou's oppressive feeling...
Even bigger than the one Ye Liang gave!
"A nightmare?"
Wen Cai poked her head out from the kitchen, a hint of mockery on her pretty face: "You didn't wet the bed, did you?"
Ning Fan was still gasping for breath, seemingly still unable to escape the fear of death.
Seeing Ning Fan like this, Wen Cai frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"
"fine."
Ning Fan swallowed his saliva and said, "I'm going to take a shower first."
While taking a shower, Ning Fan recalled Jian Wuchou's words.
He said he promised to help him lay a good foundation...
No matter who he had promised, Jian Wuchou would definitely not answer him now. He could only withstand his sword first and then ask.
But what does it mean to lay a solid foundation?
Jian Wuchou...
Is he just a basic instructor?
What will the souls in the other seven coffins teach him?
Thinking about it, Ning Fan was both excited and curious.
That's all.
Since he promised that he would answer my three questions as long as I could dodge the sword, I will first find a way to complete this task!
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