The night is dark.

Before the sun was dawn illuminated the sky, a little silver beads fell from the night sky, and they sprinkled on the gray and black walls of Guihua City, covering the ancient alleys of Liushui Lane with star yarn.

"ah……"

Zhou Han suddenly sat up from the bed and let out a panting sound.

On my back, I had already sweated profusely. On my forehead, sweat dripping the size of beads flowed down my cheeks, and my pale face was confused.

Have a nightmare.

"It's been a long time since I remembered the events of my previous life. Could it be that as Taoism says, the stronger the stronger the mystery in the fetus is, the easier it is to break it?"

Since he came to this world, the sense of oppression that could come at any time made him rarely remember his previous life.

The longer the time is, the more memorization layer hidden deep in the soul becomes like it is broken, and as time goes by, it becomes more incomprehensible.

It was not until tonight that he dreamed about what had happened before.

The memory suddenly broke through the cage from his heart, impacting his soul, making Zhou Han feel like he was a different world, unable to figure out whether this is illusion or reality!

It is ancient saying that after a person dies, he drinks Mengpo soup, enters the six realms of reincarnation, and becomes creatures, humans, cows, birds, and beasts in all worlds...

Therefore, people have the mystery in their womb and cannot remember everything in their previous lives.

Only by reaching a certain level of practice can we explore this layer of confusion and awaken our true self!

Could it be that the Mengpo soup I drank was mixed with water?!

Zhou Han picked up the clean towel next to him and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. When he opened the window, a cold wind blew and the blew the windows sounded.

The night is charming, and cuckoos are heard from time to time in the distance.

The winding Baiyu River flows quietly, making a rustling sound of water from a distance.

This is the name of Liushui Lane.

Ruddy.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Qing held the orange lantern with sleepy eyes, pushed open the door and walked in to look at him.

"It's okay, I've had a dream and woke you up?"

Zhou Han was afraid that his sister would catch a cold, so he closed the window and turned to look at her.

"Well, it's almost dawn, I'll go cook."

"good."

Zhou Han took out a cloak from the cabinet and put it on Zhou Qing's shoulder. The brother and sister walked out of the room. Zhou Qing walked to the backyard and began to work hard in the kitchen.

In a short while, smoke from cooking fire rose.

Zhou Han came to the yard, drew a bucket of clear water from the well, washed away the sweat stains on his body, and returned to the house to change into dry clothes.

The clothes were sewn by Zhou Qing, a black fur coat.

When Zhou Qing sewed it before, he guessed that his brother might grow taller after practicing martial arts. He deliberately increased the style by one size and put it on at this time, just right.

The sky was lit up, and it was red.

The red sun rises slowly, like a ball of fire, scattering infinite light, illuminating this earth and bringing vitality to all things.

"The third level of Black Mountain Fist, although it does not bring new traits, the range of cold poison in Black Evil has become larger."

Zhou Han slowly punched his fists in the yard and realized the changes brought to him by the third Black Mountain Fist.

Above the fist, a layer of weak evil aura floats—

Above the evil spirit, dark green cold poison mixed with it, and the air became cold and fierce within a dozen centimeters within the range of the fist.

call!

A half-yellow and non-green dead leaf fell from the tree.

Click!—

Zhou Han swept his fist, and at seven or eight inches away from his fist, the dead leaves made a crisp sound, and the whole leaf seemed to have been applied to the ground with some gravity.

Looking closely, the leaves are covered with thin ice.

Inside, the chlorophyll corroded by cold poison rots and erodes black.

The sun is casting, melting the thin ice.

With a sneer, the leaves turned into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated into the air.

"Brother~, it's time to eat!"

Zhou Qing's crisp and pleasant voice came from the backyard, awakening Zhou Han, responded casually, and walked towards the backyard.

‘I don’t know who is stronger than those old-fashioned skin refiners?!’

Zhou Han picked up a piece of cloth and wiped his arms clean, thinking in his heart.

In the wilderness, he relied on his extremely powerful physical fitness and giant python power to withstand the blow of the skin-refining master "White-faced Scholar" Jin Fengzhang, and seized the opportunity to kill the thief who was rampant in the three cities.

Now I have practiced the Feiyun Kung Fu and added another layer of Black Mountain Fist.

Until now, Zhou Han himself doesn’t know how strong he has reached.

If you use the white-faced scholar as a reference object, you might be one or five white-faced scholars?

Shaking his head, without thinking too much, he quickly walked into the backyard.

The breakfast was quite rich, with vegetables and meat.

Zhou Qing has good craftsmanship and the white flour steamed buns are very fluffy. The brother and sister each hold one and eat it with vegetables, which has a unique flavor.

"Are you going out today?" I can't eat enough to eat steamed buns. Zhou Han took a piece of dried pork with red-toothed pork brought out from the deserted ridge and bit it.

This jerky has been developed and steamed and sprinkled with dried peppers. It’s just two words, it’s exciting!

"There is a temple fair today. I plan to go to the temple fair and go to the house with Captain Wang's family. Brother, are you going?"

Zhou Qing looked at Zhou Han with big eyes looking forward to it.

"Me? I won't go?"

"Anyway, you won't go to the gang today, so go, okay?"

"Okay, then go and have a walk."

Zhou Hanleng was hard-hearted, but he could not be hard-hearted about this sister who had been obedient to him since childhood. She was begged by this girl for a while and immediately defeated.

After having breakfast, Zhou Qing talked about interesting things in the city.

"The Dongjiang Gang and the Thieves Gang have set up a ring in Nancheng and provided a generous silver bonus and meat. Many heroes have gone on stage to compete, and many people take these prizes every day."

This sentence attracted Zhou Han's attention and his eyes flashed slightly.

"Did all the people who fought later joined the two gangs?"

"Yes, how did you know, brother?" Zhou Qing was surprised.

Zhou Han smiled and said nothing.

Now that the Dongjiang Gang and the Thieves Gang have the upper hand in the battle, they naturally have to take advantage of the victory, increase the results of the battle, and expand their own influence.

Although this method of fighting is very useful, it is very useful. Many people will naturally be invisibly respectful and yearning for so many heroes when they join the two major gangs.

In the eighth year of Emperor Shenzong, famine spread to Guihua City.

Grain prices soared at an incredible rate, silver depreciated rapidly, and purchasing power decreased, and many grain stores sold out in a short time.

Under this world, every piece of food will be stolen, let alone meat.

Zhou Han went up the mountain and killed several demons and beasts, so he could have the conditions to eat meat every day. Ordinary people were already hungry and their eyes turned green.

After breakfast, I met with Captain Wang and his family and walked towards the Nancheng Temple Fair.

After experiencing the last incident, Captain Wang's family was very enthusiastic about Zhou Han, and Wang Xiong even knew that the Wang brother was very skilled. Through the news from the government, he learned that he had served as the deacon of the Heishan Gang.

I became more familiar with my words.

The group walked along the street, and there were a lot of refugees on both sides.

Men and women walk on the streets, hungry with pale faces, numb expressions, and torn clothes, like zombies in the end of the world, without feelings.

The world is difficult, and if there are any natural disasters and man-made disasters, the most painful thing is the people.

Zhou Qing and Wang Dong'er looked unbearable and gave a few steamed buns to a few refugees. Soon this behavior was stopped by Captain Wang and Mrs. Wang.

Zhou Han took a look and said nothing.

It was not until the temple fair was approaching that the people here looked better and they had some patches on their clothes.

In the noisy and bustling city, people are coming and going, sweeping shoulder to shoulder.

Although Guihua City is a small city, it also has a population of over 100,000 and still has a large abortion.

"You guys go for a walk first, I'll go there and take a look."

With his ears slightly moved, Zhou Han glanced at the other side, said to Zhou Qing and Captain Wang's family, and then walked straight to the side.
To be continued...