Chapter 2745： Don't have to fight

The middle-aged monk is very powerful, but Chen Fan can feel that he can defeat the opponent.

Therefore, in this situation, he didn't need to directly shoot. Chen Fan always felt that this place was very weird, so it was better to try to see if he could get any useful information from the opponent.

"I have a lot of things from before, is it possible that you still want them?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk beamed his eyes and made no secret of his greed. He nodded and said: "That's nature, the treasures of the world should belong to me. If you don't have a blessing source, it is better to accept your fate!"

Chen Fan nodded slightly and said quietly: "You want the treasure on my body, I can give it to you, but you have to answer a few questions first."

"Why are you so long-winded, you have to ask quickly, otherwise I will not kill you!"

The middle-aged monk became a little impatient, and hurriedly urged Chen Fan. As expected, his greed reached his heart, and he couldn't tolerate any thoughts.

Chen Fan thought for a while, and finally spoke when the middle-aged monk was about to explode.

"Why is the world upside down here, and when did you appear here? Who told you to wait for me here?"

After asking three questions in a row, Chen Fan didn't say a word, staring straight at the other person.

I saw the middle-aged monk had a trivial expression, but after opening his mouth, he suddenly realized that he didn't know how to answer.

"I...you...oh strange, what are you trying to say?"

Seeing this situation, Chen Fan could basically conclude that, apart from the greed in his heart, perhaps the person in front of him no longer has any memories or emotions in him.

To a certain extent, he is just a puppet, a memory, a strand of incarnation, or even... something created out of thin air.

Neither can be counted as a person.

When encountering Chen Fan today, the middle-aged cultivator will come to block the way and rob, maybe he will do the same if he meets another person.

It's as if some kind of heaven and earth rules are guiding it to be so general.

After figuring out this truth, Chen Fan seemed to be able to see an imperceptible sorrow from the depths of the middle-aged monk's eyes.

Perhaps, he didn't want this either, but he couldn't control it at all, he could only act according to the rules.

Lose free will.

This kind of thing feels scary even if I think about it.

If you think about it in another way, Chen Fan is the middle-aged monk. He is constrained to be unable to act according to his free will. He must accept his destiny step by step, or the power of rules.

This feeling is really chilling.

Perhaps this is the most fundamental reason why Chen Fan has resisted destiny all his life and is unwilling to be influenced by it.

Chen Fan suddenly wanted to help a group of people in front of him. After all, this might be regarded as a salvation for himself.

Just listen to Chen Fan taking down his storage bag plainly, just holding it in his hand, and then looking at the middle-aged monk from a distance, his voice is flat, calm, and it seems to carry a kind of reassuring faintly. accent.

"My storage bag is here. There are many treasures you want in it."

"But you ask yourself, do you really want these things, do you want them, or is it a rule that restricts you, must you?"

Originally, the middle-aged monk had walked forward uncontrollably for several steps, and his eyes were full of greed and looked at Chen Fan's storage bag.

But after hearing this, he suddenly stopped.

A flash of confusion flashed in his eyes.

The color of struggling began to spread, and Chen Fan could see that the middle-aged cultivator was struggling to fight with the force of a certain rule.

"Today I can give you the storage bag, but in the future, you will still repeat the same life here, accepting the arrangements of fate, and perish forever and never wake up."

"In this way, what is the difference from death, you ask yourself, do you really want to accept this kind of life, do you want to accept such an arrangement?"

Chen Fan's words continued to deepen, and every time he said a word, the struggle on the face of the middle-aged cultivator increased.

In the end, he began to emit blue smoke, the whole body boiled, and the earth-shaking howl broke out.

"what--"

"I don't want it, this is not me, this is not me!!!"

With a long sigh, Chen Fan kept approaching the middle-aged monk. As he walked, he opened his mouth, telling the poem that he has always taken as his motto.