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Chapter 3

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"F * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck …"

Zhuo Bufan was on the verge of breaking down. No one could remain so calm in the face of death, not even him.

After being hacked to death, he was filled with fear, horror, anger, and hysteria. All kinds of emotions exploded, causing him to lose his mind.

"Am I going to die again?" Looking at the three stone doors in front of him, Zhuo Bufan's eyes revealed a trace of helplessness.

Two paths, two choices. He had to die either way!

"It's just the beginning and I'm already in a dead end?" Zhuo Bufan said angrily.

What should he do now?

He could regenerate and load, but both paths in front of him led to dead ends. If he were to die again, he would not be able to bear the pain anymore. Just thinking about it now made his heart tremble.

But he had to make a choice!

"There must be a way out. Let me think, let me think."

"That's right, that old man. That old man must have some secrets."

Facing the dead end in front of him, Zhuo Bufan could only think of a way out, and that was the old man.

Zhuo Bufan placed his right hand on the save door of the 'mass grave'. He chose to start from the mass grave.

Then, the stone door opened again, and infinite light shrouded it. Zhuo Bufan took a step with his left foot and walked in.



"Caw … Caw … Caw …"

His ears were still filled with the screams of the crows, and his eyes were still filled with corpses and embers.

"Okay, let's do it again."

Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth and looked at the scenery around him. In the end, he did not think too much and walked down the mountain of the mass grave.

Not long after, he arrived at the fork in the road again.

It was still the same fork in the road, the same old tree, the same tree full of crows, and the same black-hearted old man.

This time, Zhuo Bufan did not immediately choose the two paths because he knew that they were both dead ends.

The old man in front of him was not simple. Perhaps he was his only hope of survival.

"Hello, old man. What are you doing here?" Zhuo Bufan took the initiative to greet him.

After the old man heard this, he raised his repulsive head and looked at Zhuo Bufan evilly as he said.

"You want to ask for directions?"

Zhuo Bufan immediately shook his head and replied, "No, I'm not asking for directions. I just want to ask, what are you doing here? Do you need my help? "

"This should be a game. Communicate more with him. There might be a hidden plot." Zhuo Bufan thought.

After the old man heard this, he was stunned for a moment. He looked at Zhuo Bufan with his empty eyes and said.

"I don't need your help. Hurry up and leave. Leave quickly."

The old man actually rejected Zhuo Bufan, which made Zhuo Bufan a little surprised. The plot should not have developed like this!

If the old man wanted Zhuo Bufan to leave, Zhuo Bufan wouldn't be tricked! Where was he supposed to go? To throw his life away?

So Zhuo Bufan walked to the side and sat down.

"I told you to leave. Didn't you hear me?" The old man suddenly said angrily. Obviously, he did not need Zhuo Bufan to stay here.

Zhuo Bufan looked at the old man suspiciously. This old man was so desperate to drive him away. He must have ulterior motives.

At this time, Zhuo Bufan suddenly noticed that there was blood flowing out from the old man's feet.

"That is?" Zhuo Bufan looked carefully and suddenly saw that the old man's right hand was quietly covering his stomach. Vaguely, he saw that the old man's right hand was full of blood.

"This old man is injured!" Zhuo Bufan guessed, "And his injury is very serious."

With this thought, Zhuo Bufan suddenly stood up and walked in front of the old man.

"Old man, you're injured. Are you okay?"

When the old man heard this, his eyes suddenly turned cold and his heart was filled with killing intent. At that moment, he suddenly seemed to have turned from a human into a demon. His body was filled with a terrifying aura.

"Even if this lord is injured, I will still kill you like a dog. Get out of here!"

The old man's majesty was incomparable. At that moment, he really intimidated Zhuo Bufan.

"It seems that this old thing is not simple. Since he dares to call himself this lord, he must have an extraordinary identity."

"I can't leave. He is the key to my survival." Zhuo Bufan stared at the old man.

"Old man, I will not leave you to die. Let me help you." Zhuo Bufan insisted.

Seeing this, the old man suddenly slapped Zhuo Bufan. This palm directly sent Zhuo Bufan flying.

Zhuo Bufan's whole body flipped a few times in the air and finally fell heavily to the ground. The pain was so intense that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart and his internal organs were burning.

"Ah ah ah!" Zhuo Bufan howled.

The palm was extremely powerful, but it did not take his life. However, after the old man's palm strike, he was even more miserable than Zhuo Bufan.

He spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood mist sprayed like rain. It was extremely tragic. In the end, the old man took a few steps back and leaned heavily against the old tree. Then, he slowly sat down.

"Damn it. I can't even kill an ant now?"

The old man's situation was obviously very bad. The injury he suffered was definitely fatal. If they really fought, he might not be able to defeat Zhuo Bufan.

However, Zhuo Bufan did not intend to kill him. Because if he killed him, this matter would become unsolvable again.

In order to survive, in order to not fall into this cycle of death. Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth and got up from the ground. Then, he pretended to be a good person who would save the enemy no matter how they attacked him.

"Old man, I really don't mean any harm. If this goes on, you will die. Let me help you." Zhuo Bufan staggered in front of the old man.

The old man looked at Zhuo Bufan in shock.

"I injured you so badly, and you still want to help me?" The old man said.

After hearing this, Zhuo Bufan thought for a moment and replied, "My mother said that saving a life is better than building a seven-floor pagoda. I can't just stand by and watch you die. "

After hearing this, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You really want to help me?"

Zhuo Bufan nodded. He was not helping the old man, but helping himself.

"If there's anything I can do, just tell me." Zhuo Bufan said firmly.

Looking at Zhuo Bufan's determined eyes, the old man finally believed that this was a silly boy, a good person.

"Well, give me your blood."

"My blood?" Zhuo Bufan frowned.

"Why, didn't you just say that you wanted to help me? Are you regretting it now? "The old man said as he struggled to pull out a black dagger from his waist.

Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth, then grabbed the dagger and cut his wrist.

He cut his wrist, and blood flowed out.

Seeing this, the old man bit Zhuo Bufan's wrist and began to crazily suck Zhuo Bufan's blood.

At that moment, Zhuo Bufan could feel that his life energy was constantly being sucked away by the old man in front of him.

What he absorbed was not blood, but the life energy of a living person.

Zhuo Bufan felt that at least one-fifth of the blood in his body had been sucked away.

The old man's turbid eyes slowly regained their luster, and his withered and sallow face slowly regained its luster.

Fortunately, the old man did not suck all of Zhuo Bufan's blood in one gulp. After sucking away one-fifth of his blood, he stopped and let go.

Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan hurriedly tore off a piece of his sleeve and bandaged his wound.

"Boy, thank you!" The old man nodded gratefully at Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan's mouth twitched, and he replied, "It's nothing, as long as I can help you. Is there anything else you need me to help you with? "

The old man had sucked away Zhuo Bufan's life energy, but it only gave him a mouthful of blood. It had no effect on his injury.

Seeing that Zhuo Bufan was an honest person, the old man nodded and said, "There seems to be a mass grave up ahead. Can you carry me there? I can't walk anymore. "

Zhuo Bufan was stunned, and his heart was overjoyed. There was indeed a turning point in this matter. Without saying anything, he squatted down and carried the old man on his back.

"I know that mass grave. I'll carry you there."

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