Chapter 12: The dry corpse is a good man. 　　It was a scythe. 　　On the way here used, has been in the waist don't, at this moment finally to come in handy, his face became fierce, even if it …… can not kill this dry corpse, but also want to fight, by the raw fire roasted, how can endure. 　　But the dry corpse did not give Meng Fan this opportunity. 　　"Snap!" 　　A crisp sound rang out, the dry corpse reached out and slapped Meng Fan on the back of his head, knocking him out, and with a raise of his hand, he threw Meng Fan, who was trying to fight for his life, into the corpse refining furnace. 　　"This kid's body is too weak!" 　　The Dry Corpse took a look at the Corpse Refining Furnace, and after determining that Meng Fan was very honest inside, he took two steps back, and let out an unpleasant and inexplicable sound from his mouth, waving his arm, pointing at the Corpse Refining Furnace, and circling around the Corpse Refining Furnace, and it was estimated that the Wet Woman's skill of jumping to the big god was similar to this one. 　　"It hurts ……" 　　I don't know if it was because the dryad didn't exert enough force or didn't hit the right place, but not long afterward, Meng Fan actually woke up leisurely. 　　"Wipe!" 　　Finding that he had been thrown out of the refining furnace, Meng Fan was a bit confused, a life and death crisis pervaded his heart, and the thumping of his heartbeat triggered endless fear. 　　"It's going to be roasted sweet potatoes!" 　　Meng Fan got anxious, a touch of his waist, the scythe was still there, his heart was slightly settled, and he began to think of countermeasures, but no matter how much he planned, he felt that he was not a match for the dry corpse. 　　"It's to wait for a moment." 　　The reason why to wait, can also wait, because Meng Fan just found a problem, that the ground fire even though hot, but the magic is that the temperature of the refining corpse furnace at this moment is still very low, just warm, bear the most, is only from the top of the furnace to spread over the hot air, if you can add a cover to block a little bit, this furnace inside is a good place, warm and comfortable, only can not be sustained, but ultimately to become boiling hot. 　　Meng Fan changed his weak appearance just now, like a cheetah, half squatting in the incense burner, holding the scythe tightly in his hand, waiting for that best time, when the time comes, he will leap out violently and fight for his life with that dry corpse! 　　I would rather die standing up than live on my knees. 　　And that dry corpse has slept for so long, turned into a near skeleton, clearly has died early, but wants to take the living to sacrifice, in a vain attempt to get …… longevity. 　　"Make me long life, heaven and earth have the same root ……" 　　What is it if it is not longevity. 　　There is his teacher must be his disciple, I think that the Zhang granny is not a good thing anymore, playing tricks, helping him drive away that ghost shadow, step by step, set a trap, led him here, and even gave a dry body. 　　Also said what to come here can get the creation, even if there is no creation, but also can not die and so on. 　　It turns out that there is a deep meaning! 　　He himself, but all the way hard, so he sent himself to the door. 　　It's silly! 　　Meng Fan concentrated, perked up his ears, listening to the movement outside, that dry corpse is walking around the incense burner non-stop, seems to be doing something to prepare. 　　And that ground fire seems really not too scary, this is after a while, incense burner is still warm, a little sign of high temperature are not, Meng Fan feels comfortable all over, even with the spirit of peace, but the heart of the anxiety is still there. 　　"Just now this dry corpse said it needed a body, could it be that it wants to occupy my body through some method?" 　　"Borrowing it for the purpose of maintaining longevity?" 　　So think, a cool air from the bottom of the heart, this dry corpse do not know how many years of life, could it be that every time you die, you have to find a young body, turtledove, and then continue to live greedily? 　　Well …… it is hard not to …… take over the body? 　　This word is not unfamiliar to Meng Fan, when he was in college, he read countless books and dabbled in a wide range of things, in the Taoist theory, the physical body is nothing more than a shell of the spirit, the living proof of the residence, as long as the soul does not die, or the divine consciousness after death, then there is a chance to take over a new body, and turn around and live again. 　　It is common for someone to be resurrected after death, with their personality and memories completely transformed into another deceased person, and 80% of the time, they have been seized. It was almost like what the folk often meant by borrowing a corpse to return a soul. 　　"If that's the case, he wouldn't have burned my body, but why did he put me in the corpse refining furnace?" 　　"The temperature in this incense burner is so pleasant, it's hard to believe that it's not refining death, but it's trying to make my body …… better." 　　"Make it better?" 　　A better body, after taking over the body, would certainly be a bit more comfortable to use! 　　Thinking of this, Meng Fan's hand holding the scythe loosened a bit, and was not in a hurry to find a chance to go out and fight, intending to wait and see what happens, anyway, staying inside the refining furnace …… was quite comfortable. 　　Moreover, if the body really becomes better, then the weight of escape will be even greater. 　　Tonight all the way to run away, it is very arduous, get full of fatigue, strength is afraid that it is not enough to use. 　　And and that ghost shadow also fought, this point of patience is still there. 　　A little impatience is a big plan. 　　"Such a weak body, that bitch is good enough to send over." 　　"And the old man has to go through the trouble of sacrificing and moisturizing it!" 　　"If it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't wait any longer, I would definitely have to replace it with another one!" 　　Hard to hear voice sounded, the dry corpse around the incense burner walking, speed slowly accelerated, mouth recited words, should be in the manipulation of the refining furnace, or to maintain the temperature of the ground fire, it is unknown. His hands also do not know when more round things, very much like the Taoist priests refined pills, beads round, colorful, a grain of a grain began to refining body furnace thrown. 　　It is also amazing, that the pills have just been thrown into the refining furnace, it burst open, forming a piece of colorful smoke, Meng Fan wrapped into, and then a steady stream of drilling into his pores, penetrated. 　　Comfortable feeling surged all over the body, body fatigue began to slowly dissipate, Meng Fan became spiritual up, eyes gleaming, shining, and ate a lot of days like a tonic. 　　That dry corpse had just woken up, body stiff, now around the refining furnace is walking faster, has become a fierce run, his body dry skin is withered a lot, even the voice is muffled down, it seems to manipulate this kind of refining furnace, the consumption of the dry corpse is not to be underestimated. 　　The most comfortable is Meng Fan, at the beginning is like a cheetah half squatting in the refining furnace, waiting for the opportunity to move, vigilant, but at the moment is lying in the incense burner, holding the scythe, nervous look reveals a hint of coziness, can't wait for this situation to last a little more time it. 　　Outside the mountain wind is cold, the moisture in the valley also diffused. 　　And staying in this corpse refining furnace was simply a pleasure! 　　He was somewhat fond of this magical furnace. 　　But things went against his wishes, after this situation lasted for some time, that dry corpse was stopping, holding his hands on his knees, perhaps exhausted, with a running appearance. 　　A head of show immortal style of white hair also drooped down, turn eyes and was blown by the cold wind messy, paste all over the face, and just climbed out of the coffin of the domineering appearance compared to the moment is really a bit lousy. 　　Nonetheless, the dry corpse stared at the corpse refining furnace, but the eyes are released light, containing hope and joy, after all, after so much effort, it should be the time to harvest. 　　"It should be almost." 　　Step by step, the dry corpse close to the refining furnace, probe to the refining furnace a look, skeleton old face but suddenly changed, only to see Meng Fan lying in the incense burner, eyelids drooping, the corners of the mouth is also overflowing with white foam, vaguely can also hear the pain of the wailing, dying, weak vitality, looks like fast dying. 　　Only the face was flushed, like a big girl with a blushing face. 　　Meng Fan is also really some shame, this scene is of course camouflage, even the sickle has long been hidden behind. Inwardly feel a little sorry for this dry body, this dry body busy before and after, bent on remodeling his body, to him simply too good, this time his harvest is unimaginable. 　　He usually do not like sports, body is very weak, infected with wind and cold is regular, year round there will be several times, each time the recovery time is also a little longer. 　　This is not his nature lazy, and do not go to exercise, is that he knows his parents to make money is not easy, the shoes run bad still need to buy a new one, just simply do not exercise, the money did not spend elsewhere, are used to read, even if it is a chick is also not dare to pick up, said it is stingy is not too much. 　　In the final analysis …… or can not afford to give up. 　　However, in the most inopportune time, his physical condition has become unexpectedly good, it is hard to imagine ah, I do not know what is the magic of the elixir thrown in by the dry body, and let him become energetic, his body has inexhaustible strength, even if it is to run away, but also to be faster than before it is quite a lot. 　　If he was lucky enough to escape, this chance would benefit him for the rest of his life. 　　"If it doesn't harm me ……," Meng Fan lamented, "This dry corpse is really a good person na!" 　　The dry corpse just looked at Meng Fan suspiciously, the night was already very deep, the cold wind in the mountains was piercing, blowing the Taoist robes hunting, white hair messy. 　　As for Meng Fan, he was pretending to be dead in the refining furnace, the temperature was warm and comfortable, like he was wrapped in a cotton quilt. 　　In contrast, that dry corpse was somewhat miserable.