[System + Zhetian] Ye Fan, hello

When Wen Lang came back to his senses, he realized that the night had already passed.After straightening his messy collar, Wen Lang put away the plan that was almost wiped out by Ye Fan.He always felt that the spider that attacked them last time was weird, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that there was something veiled over the truth, and he couldn't find it no matter what.Wen Lang couldn't think about it, so he called the system, hoping it could give him advice.

"System, are you there?"

Wen Lang waited for a while, and finally found that the system that had been with him seemed to have really disappeared.He was a little anxious. The system was the only partner who understood his past and was always by his side. Now he suddenly disappeared, which made him confused for a moment.It seems that there is a dividing line with the whole world, separating him from the world. Whether it is the stone house he is in or the trees outside the house, it has become strange and bizarre.

Fortunately, he was still the calm and gentle man, and he didn't let himself become weak due to something suddenly out of control.He thought carefully about the words the system said before he fell into darkness, it seemed that... the energy was exhausted?

Running out of energy?It is impossible for myself and Ye Fan to come to the Northern Territory all of a sudden, that can only mean that someone helped them, as for who, only the system has that ability.

Wen Lang felt a little stuffy in his chest, and he began to carefully sort out his memories of these days and things to do in the future.

The first one is to reconcile with Ye Fan. According to Uncle Zhang, Ye Fan's safety is hard to know when he goes to Zishan. There is no news yet. It seems that he has to think of something.The next step is to wake up the system.Wen Lang touched the arm beside him and thought about it, wondering if those sources had any effect.

After thinking for a while, he took out the scroll and looked at the scroll surrounded by purple mist. Wen Lang's eyes became confused. He remembered that the system had said something about the sense of belonging to the world x1 before he fell into a coma, and he didn't know if it was the same as what he thought in his heart.

Closing his eyes, Wen Lang concentrated his mind on every tree, every grass, and every stream around Shizhai.He seems to have become the flowing wind, the floating cloud, and the entire appearance of Zishan is presented in front of him.Including the "Nine Dragons Guarding One Pearl", the nine mountains guarding Zishan.

With a faint plan in his heart, Wen Lang manipulated the scroll to unfold, and the whole picture of Zishan appeared in the scroll.Then, like peeling off the cocoon, it penetrated inward layer by layer, and it was about to penetrate into the interior of Zishan, but the picture scroll was like a TV suddenly cut off, and there was no sound in an instant.

Looking at the dark picture scroll, Wen Lang was taken aback.He didn't expect that the picture scroll couldn't even detect the situation inside the purple mountain. Maybe it's like Zhang Wuye said, this purple mountain is not accessible to ordinary people.

But... Wen Lang pointed towards his heart with one hand, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the scroll, and a little bit of blood seeped into it.The originally dark picture scroll suddenly lit up, and Ye Fan's figure stood resolutely in it.

Not far away in the purple mountain, a bell rang suddenly, and Wan Lai seemed to be silent in this sight.Ye Fan, who had just learned one of the Nine Secrets - the holy method of fighting, was taken aback for a moment.While his heartstrings were shaking, his brain started to work involuntarily.This bell sounded only when he was chased by the ancient creature before, but now that the ancient creature didn't come to offend this place, why did the bell sound?

Wen Lang spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was already pale.He didn't expect to spend so much effort to get a glimpse of the purple mountain, and he couldn't help feeling curious about its owner.

Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Ye Fan in the picture scroll.Ye Fan is still the same as he remembered before, but he is wearing stone clothes all over his body and holding a stone weapon in his hand.This is what Zhang Wuye said can be kept secret in Zishan?Wen Lang narrowed his gaze, and found a dry figure in the stone wall where Ye Fan lived, and Ye Fan was talking to him.

Wen Lang frowned.He could only see the picture of Ye Fan's space, but couldn't hear their voices at all, just like watching a mime.He can only rely on the experience he has gained from spending time with Ye Fan day and night, and judge that Ye Fan should be very excited at this time.

Did you get something useful?Seeing Ye Fan with many smiles on his face, Wen Lang felt happy in his heart.

Unable to help coughing twice again, Wen Lang stared at the picture presented in the scroll, with tenderness in his eyes for the first time.

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Ye Fan looked around, always feeling that someone was peeping around.

"Someone... peeping... harmless." The figure in the stone wall described the dead wood, struggling to say this sentence, and then fell silent.

"Senior?" Ye Fan was taken aback by his sudden sound and then his sudden silence.

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Wen Lang continued to observe Ye Fan's actions.The people in the stone wall seem to be really dead.After Ye Fan said something to him, he finally bowed to the stone wall.Quietly left there.

"He seems to be kind to Ye Fan, but now it has reached the point where the lamp is exhausted." Wen Lang thought about this scene.He went to the middle of the scroll, and the distribution of various energies inside the purple mountain appeared in front of him.Looking at the hot places, he stretched out his hand and pointed lightly, and several wisps of energy with a strong breath of life but relatively gentle drifted towards the people in the stone wall.Perhaps one or two strands is nothing, and if too much is extracted from one place, the creatures in it may be released, so Wen Lang just extracts one or two strands from each place, and the purple mountain is very large, so if it accumulates less, it will become many.

"I don't know if I can help that person." A seemingly simple action made Wen Lang's face paler.Taking a quick glance at the skinny figure surrounded by life energy, Wen Lang locked his eyes on Ye Fan again.

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Wen Lang stayed in the stone house for eight consecutive days, and the people in the village were so frightened that he thought he was still in a hurry. People came to see him every day, and they still carried the soup and water cooked by themselves in their hands.Wen Lang couldn't bear the hospitable behavior of these people, and finally couldn't bear it after three days, and walked out of his stone house in order to prove that he was intact.

"Brother Wen, you will get moldy if you don't leave the house again." Wang Shu scratched his head jokingly.He had a good image of Wen Lang, he only thought he was a boy like himself, and he was not restrained in his words.

"Yeah, it's just a pity that I can't drink chicken soup anymore." The second fool echoed beside him, but he was still saying that it was a pity that the soup that Wen Lang gave him instead of drinking was stabbed by Wang Shu.

Wen Lang looked at the two with a smile and shook his head, he waved to them mysteriously, and after they walked into him, he said, "You guys, do you want to go with me to rob the bandits?" With a smiling face and a playful tone like a child's prank, there was no doubt that a thunderbolt exploded around the two of them.