C11 I Am a Witness of Death(part I)

The barefoot woman's eyes narrowed, and a bell-like laughter came from her mouth.

"You are interesting! "I'm the one who is most fond of sneaking around!" In the blink of an eye, the woman disappeared.

The corner of Yang Faan's mouth slightly raised, but he still maintained a rigid look until he returned home.

He was just thinking about everything that had happened today.

He felt that this little Hsing City had become interesting.

The big scheme of the little Hsing City was truly interesting.

Sitting on the bed, he began to prepare to completely absorb the "All Living Beings".

Just as he closed his eyes, dark scriptures emerged from his body and surrounded him.

After absorbing it a few times, he understood the dream-like ability that this technique brought to him.

Insight, Mind Cleansing, Intelligence, Amplification.

Of course, he still had a little bit of importance, it was absorption over there.

Absorbing the souls of the dead was the foundation for one's cultivation base to grow.

However, Yang Faan wouldn't use this ability because it would cause the user to be covered with evil spirits and karma.

This was the reason why the Thousand Faces Divine Monk wanted to seize his fleshly body.

Concealment of the destiny, escape from the debt.

"If the one who was caught was really Yang Faan, then he would really succeed. What a pity, what a pity!"

Yang Faan stood up, and suddenly, his cultivation base skyrocketed.

Yang Faan frowned.

His fist landed heavily on his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You want to control me with a mere cultivation technique?" If one's cultivation is unable to rise to a certain level and one's foundation is unable to reach even a single level, then you are truly impudent! "

Boom!

A majestic force spread out in all directions, causing the room to be unable to resist and several cracks to appear.

Yang Faan was relieved to see that there was no one around.

He saw an umbrella outside and thought of Yang Qian'er, who was still at Eighth Master Zhao's house.

"Where should be the safest place!" Yang Faan went out the door.

… ….

Today's Hsing City was a little lively, so it should be the arrival of a certain festival.

After walking for a while, Yang Faan stopped at a place to argue.

No, it should be a place of debate for the literati.

He was like other passers-by. Listening to them talk and talk made a little bit of sense.

Wang Thirteen, the arena master who had fought over a dozen battles without losing, was currently finishing the wine in his cup in one gulp.

Yang Faan saw this as well.

"With such a large Hsing City, not a single person's knowledge can surpass mine, how laughable!" Wang Thirteen gently laid on the ground.

After a while he said to the sky, "What, do you want me to take action? Didn't we say in the beginning that the winner would be decided by the winner! "

When the surrounding spectators heard this, all of them began to cheer for him.

At this moment, Yang Faan noticed the twelve corpses lying not far away.

The scholar felt ashamed. He pulled out the Sleeve Sword and thrusted straight for his own abdomen.

Before the sword had arrived, it suddenly flew out.

The scholar raised his head and looked at Yang Faan with his teary eyes.

Wang Thirteen was very angry. He stood up with a gloomy face.

"Are you going to die for him?"

"We still don't know who died." Yang Faan strode forward, but there was only booing around him.

He sat down on the ground and a board suddenly appeared on the ground, "It's a matter of life and death!"

"You're not trying to reason with me?"

Wang Shisan glanced at him, then gave a helpless smile. "I can't beat you."

Yang Faan used his hand to draw a square in the middle of the board.

Wang Thirteen laughed and drew a circle in the bottom right corner of the chessboard.

Yang Faan drew beside the square again.

Wang Thirteen frowned, then he casually dropped the jade in the end.

Yang Faan shook his head and casually gave his son a second chance.

Wang Thirteen's right hand hung in the air. No matter what he did, he wouldn't be able to make the next move.

"I've lost!" Wang Thirteen did not hesitate and with a smack on his head, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Yang Faan was shocked. He originally wanted to be merciful, but before he said it, that person already understood it?

"A person with a thin life, in your next life, be a good person!"

Yang Faan stood up and left, and the crowd of spectators also dispersed.

He was hungry and needed to find a place to eat.

Before he could enter, he was stopped by a waiter.

"Oh, Young Master Yang, I'm sorry, but you can't go in!"

"Why?"

The waiter looked at Yang Faan with disdain, and arrogantly said, "Who doesn't know that Young Master Yang of Yang Family is already a cripple? A cripple can enter my Drunken Immortal Tavern? "

Following that, the waiter slapped him.

Yang Faan kicked him and sent him flying.

He found an empty table and sat down. "Servants, serve up the dishes!"

The four words, two words, intimidated everyone in the Drunken Immortal Inn.

Yang Faan couldn't be bothered to care about them and just sat in his seat in a daze.

Suddenly, a sound came from upstairs.

"Who is it? So it's a bastard from Yang Family! " The one who spoke was the Great Elder of the Zhang Family, Zhang Zhen, from an unranked clan in the Hsing City.

Yang Faan raised his head and looked at him with disdain. Then, he stretched out his left index finger and hooked it. Then, he retracted his index finger and stuck out his thumb.

Zhang Zhen was furious. He was just at the peak of the Refinement Stage, how could he be mocked by someone who was crippled?

"You're courting death!"

Zhang Zhen jumped down and dust began to rise where he landed.

"I don't know if the current you can still take one of my Collapsing Mountain punches."

Zhang Zhen rushed over at an extremely fast speed. Wherever he passed by, the table would be thrown backwards.

"Yang Faan, die!"

Zhang Zhen felt that he had won for sure.

Unexpectedly, Yang Faan took the teapot on the table and dodged the attack in a split-second. Then, he smashed the teapot onto Zhang Zhen's head.

Zhang Zhen immediately fell to the ground.

Yang Faan grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up as he looked at him coldly.

"Who told you I'm trash?"

Zhang Zhen's head was still swaying leisurely. He only felt the ground shake as he heard what Yang Faan said.

This led to Yang Faan reluctantly giving him a few slaps.

"I'll give you one last chance. Tell me!" Yang Faan roared, but Zhang Zhen still fainted.

He wanted to give him up, but he felt that it wasn't enough, so he gave him a few more slaps.

He only let Zhang Zhen off when his face was swollen.

Only now did his heart feel a little better.

Soon, the dishes were served, but no one dared to move the man beside him.

If it wasn't for a man sitting next to Yang Faan who kicked him away, Zhang Zhen might have been lying on the ground for a long time.

"Hehe, old brother, I forgot to ask for your name. Who's your name, where are you staying, and how many people are there in your home?"

The person who came was none other than Wang Thirteen.

Just as Yang Faan was about to speak, Wang Thirteen reached out his right hand and straightened the hair that was hanging down on his forehead.

"Did you want to ask why I'm not dead?! Ask and I'll tell you as soon as you ask. " Wang Thirteen jumped to Yang Faan's side with his eyes wide open.

"Don't want to, you talk too much, shut up." Yang Faan continued to eat and ignored the man.

"You're so boring. Let me tell you, I won't die. I've tried. In any case, you've already tried all the deaths, and it didn't take me long to come back to life. "What's so magical about it?" Wang Shisan looked very amazing as he patted his chest.