The first thousand two hundred and ninetieth chapters of the same face
"Mr. Zhang, who else is there in your family?" The white-faced man chatted with Zhang Fan.
"Just me." Zhang Fan glanced at the white-faced man, took a bite of beef jerky, and replied.
The white-faced man raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Zhang Fan and asked, "Where are your parents?"
"They all died of illness." Zhang Fan replied, but Zhang Fan didn't give him a chance to continue asking.
"I'm sorry." The white-faced man smiled apologetically.
"Nothing, by the way, who else is in your family?" Zhang Fan asked.
"I have both parents, a virtuous wife, and a 10-year-old son." A warm smile appeared on the face of the white-faced man.
Zhang Fan nodded. Judging from the appearance of the white-faced man, what he said was true.
"I really envy you." Zhang Fan looked at the white-faced man with envy and said.
The white-faced man laughed dryly and comforted: "You are still young and you will definitely have a happy family in the future."
"I will have a wife and children, but what about my parents?" Zhang Fan glanced at the white-faced man.
The white-faced man was startled, patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder, and said nothing because he didn't know how to answer Zhang Fan's words.
"By the way, I just heard you say which Thunder Sect the old woman belongs to, and what force do you belong to?" Zhang Fan asked intentionally or unintentionally.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the white-faced man frowned slightly and subconsciously turned his attention to the man with the mustache.
"Of course, if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to tell me. I'm just curious and want to chat." Zhang Fan followed up.
"The two of us don't belong to any faction, we are our own faction." The white-faced man said with a smile.
Zhang Fan glanced at the white-faced man. It was obvious that what the white-faced man said was not true. He was just trying to prevaricate Zhang Fan. In order not to arouse the suspicion of the two of them, Zhang Fan did not continue to ask any more questions and just nodded slightly.
Later, the white-faced man took the initiative to mention his son to Zhang Fan, saying how smart and lovable his son was, with a look of pride on his face.
As the two chatted, time passed quickly, and an hour passed quickly.
Hearing a soft groan from the man with the mustache, the true energy that had spread around him instantly restrained itself and retracted into his body.
Sensing this situation, Zhang Fan and the white-faced man both turned back to look at the man with the mustache, and the man with the mustache looked at the two and smiled slightly.
"My body has recovered, we can set off." The man with the mustache said.
Zhang Fan sensed that the zhenqi in the mustache man's body had been fully restored.
Afterwards, the three of them stood up without any further hesitation and continued heading deeper into the tomb passage.
As the three of them were walking, the man with a mustache suddenly said: "Mr. Zhang, you have such a good relationship with Village Chief Yao, didn't he tell you anything else about the tomb?"
Yes, the man with the mustache was achieving his second goal. He wanted to get some information from Zhang Fan that he didn't have.
Zhang Fan glanced at the man with the mustache, shook his head slightly and said, "If I knew, I would have told you a long time ago. After all, I also want to enter the tomb, and you are so considerate of me.
, if I hide something from you, then my quality as a person will be too poor."
Zhang Fan's tone was very sincere.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the man with the mustache glanced at Zhang Fan beside him. He wanted to look back at the white-faced man following the two of them, but when he turned his head away, he saw his footsteps stopped.
Immediately afterwards, a surprised question came from his mouth, "Huh? Where is the person?"
Zhang Fan also turned around, and he suddenly discovered that the white-faced man who had been following closely behind the two of them was now gone. Seeing this, Zhang Fan's pupils shrank slightly. At the same time, his
A thought flashed through my mind, could it be that the white-faced man is dead?
Just now, Zhang Fan could see from the face of the white-faced man that he was in danger of death. The death of the white-faced man was not an impossible thing.
"Brother...where are you?" The man with the mustache turned around, looked around and shouted.
The mustached man's voice spread throughout the corridor.
The man with the mustache called the white-faced man's name twice, but received no response. Seeing this situation, the man with the mustache looked anxious.
Although the man with the mustache is usually very strict with the man with the white face, he really regards the man with the white face as a brother and does not regard the man with the white face as a scapegoat or a tool. This is why the man with the white face respects the man with the mustache very much.
The man with the mustache turned his attention to Zhang Fan and asked: "Mr. Zhang, we were walking side by side just now, and he was behind us. Did you hear anything happening behind us?"
Zhang Fan carefully thought about the process of their advance, then looked at the man with the mustache and said: "I really didn't hear any movement behind me just now. You are so strong, and your ability to sense the movement around you should be far away."
Overtaking me, didn't you feel any movement behind us just now?"
The mustachioed man glanced at Zhang Fan, held his forehead, and carefully recalled everything that had just happened. After thinking for five minutes, he shook his head with regret.
"Let's go back and look for my brother?" The man with the mustache looked at Zhang Fan and asked tentatively.
Zhang Fan nodded happily, he understood the mustache man's current mood.
Then, the two stopped moving forward and walked towards the outside of the cave entrance. As they walked back, the man with the mustache kept calling the white-faced man's name. It took 20 minutes for the two to arrive at the entrance of the cave.
, but the two of them did not find the white-faced man, and they also did not find any clues about the white-faced man.
If the white-faced man was really killed, there should be some traces on their way back, but the two of them could not find any traces. This filled their hearts with doubts, and the man with the mustache became more and more anxious.
Got up.
"Where can he go?" The man with the mustache frowned tightly and asked anxiously.
Hearing this, Zhang Fan raised his head and looked at the man with the mustache. When Zhang Fan's eyes fell on the man with the mustache, Zhang Fan's heart was slightly shaken and his eyes were focused.
Zhang Fan saw that the situation in the Yintang position of the mustache man was exactly the same as the situation in the Yintang position of the white-faced man just now. A large amount of black energy was also condensed, and the flow rate of this black energy was also very slow.