Dead

At the village…

Wu Fan was tending to his wound inside his house. Although the Shura axe was not the one which injured him, the wound was caused by its impact and the machete's spine. It was a nasty wound which would need several stitches if they were still living in civilized times. However, Wu Fan had nothing of that, so he just smashed a few pills and concocted a paste which he then applied to his neck. Adding his phase-3 physique, he'd recover faster than an ordinary person.

Suddenly, someone knocked on his door, and a humble voice came from outside, "Brother Wu Fan, it's me, Zhou Zhu."

Wu Fan kept treating his wound, and he said expressionlessly, "Come in."

Wu Fan was surprised and confused with the purpose of Zhou Zhu's visit, but he would not show it as he rarely showed any emotions. He didn't have a good impression of Zhou Zhu.

"Brother Wu Fan," Zhou Zhu kept smiled nervously as he took out a jar of pickled-carrots.