Nangong Fan saw the excellent varieties of spirit grass in it, and now no one takes care of it and grows wantonly. The towering osmanthus tree, without an attractive fragrance, hangs down its body, like an old man who is about to die.

Everything here is desolate, old, and lifeless, in stark contrast to the new, vibrant Black House beyond the courtyard.

Nangong Fan smelled a peculiar smell, a bit like the smell of Chinese herbs, mixed with a rotten aura.

Nangong Fan hesitated slightly, raised his steps, did not fly into the sky, and just walked among the weeds. Sharp weeds touched the robe, and the garment was stained with grass clippings.

Nangong Fan came to the front of the main building step by step.

The door was wide open, and there were two rows of tables and chairs neatly arranged inside. The first chair hovered like a dragon, revealing a majesty, but this majesty was also old. A thick layer of dirt had condensed on the tables and chairs. The huge pillars that hold up the pavilion are covered with dense cobwebs.

Nangong Fan's face was full of incredulity, he didn't expect that the head of the Hei family's mansion would be like this.

He walked gently to the back cabinet, and the staccato steps unfolded in front of him.

Nangong Fan stepped forward, and the steps swayed, as if he couldn't bear his weight, and he would step over at any time. Step by step, I cautiously came to the second floor. A direct passage to the front and back, flanked by huts with closed doors. Tiny weeds swayed in the cracks in the walls.

At the end of the passage, there are even more broken steps.

With a squeak, Nangong Fan walked to the third floor.

The third floor is spacious with only one room. The door was open, and the bed and bookcase could be seen through the gap. But there was still no trace of a human figure, but fortunately, it was no longer so casual to see dust and weeds on the ground.

Nangong Fan pushed open the hidden door. The unpleasant smell of Chinese herbs came to my face.

Although it smelled bad, Nangong Fan felt a tingling sensation from the old wounds on his body, as if the necrotic tissue in it was slowly closing again. Needless to say, this is a Chinese herbal medicine for healing wounds.

Nangong Fan stood at the door and looked around. No human signs were found. At this point, it was difficult for him to enter at will, and he couldn't help but be a little confused.

A faint, faint voice rang out in the room. "Ozawa, come in......"

Nangong Fan then discovered that there was a wheelchair in the shadow of the room. The person on top of it was completely immersed in the darkness with a wheelchair.

Nangong Fan was a little surprised, but he still walked forward respectfully. It was completely different from what he had in mind.

In his imagination. The head of the Hei family, his grandfather is an old man who can swallow mountains and rivers, although he can't go out, the general trend between heaven and earth is all from him. A wise man who strategizes and decides thousands of miles. Otherwise, he is a peak martial artist who leaves everything to others to take care of, and only pursues the truth of the Great Dao by himself.

Reality gave him a slap in the face. The head of the black family is a poor old man who can only sit in a wheelchair and spend the rest of his life. Even if the power is in hand, what can it be?

Nangong Fan's eyes were a little moist. Regardless of the old man in front of him. This is his grandfather after all.

"Ze'er, the old decay has disappointed you. The old man shook his wheelchair and turned with difficulty.

Nangong Fan wanted to reach out to help. were all blocked by him single-handedly.

What kind of hands were they? white, sickly pale, wrinkled skin piled together. The hand looked so weak.

"It's okay, the old man is used to it. The old man was abnormally white with a kind and satisfied smile on his face.

He paused, coughing softly.

Only then did Nangong Fan see the lower half of the old man's body clearly. The thighs are like thin bamboo poles, and the exposed areas are covered with a layer of black stuff, and the smell of Chinese herbs emanates from them.

From the gap, Nangong Fan saw the skin on his legs, one red and one green, extremely demonic, revealing a faint smell of decay. It's like poisoning, and it's uncertain.

The old man's voice was very weak, and there was a light cough, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"Ze'er, the old decay has let you down......" he repeated again.

Nangong Fan's heart couldn't help but tremble. "Grandpa, your legs ......"

"No matter how big a problem is, thirty years later, it is also a small problem. A hint of rosy appeared on the old man's face.

"Who did it?" Nangong Fan clenched his fists, and his green muscles jumped up, according to Hei Yuqing's age, the old man was about seventy years old, and it was said that he had a two-hundredth birthday.

Seventy years old is not too big in the Nether, and he is still in the age of fighting, and there is still plenty of time to pursue ascension. But what is the old man doing now?

"I'm so old that I have forgotten the scene at that time. The old man was a little embarrassed in his eyes, he was high-spirited at that time, and he was also famous in Dragon City.

A planet turns into a ghost, and every second the people around it are withering, and every second an invisible figure comes out from under the empty skin around him. Her wife, a lady in Dragon City, was wiped out before his eyes.

What chilled him the most was. It wasn't long before he saw his wife again. There was no flesh, and he could only vaguely see that he was about to devour his flesh and blood.

He then passed out, never to be remembered.

When he woke up, his feet were what they are now, and there was no life around him. It was as if there was something under his feet that didn't belong to him, fighting with him for control of his feet.

He returned to Earth in a daze, returned to Dragon City, took over the position of head of the family, and never appeared in front of the world again. Because he can't see people anymore.

Nangong Fan raised his eyebrows, "Ghost town ....."

It's a ghost town again! Only a ghost town person has such an inhumane style, because he is also one of the people who have experienced it.

Ziniu Star, the whole planet turned into a ghost. If it weren't for the Xuanyin Yuehua who happened to be in Ziniuxing, maybe he would also be a member of the people who were enslaved by the people of the ghost town.

From now on, there is no samsara, no wisdom. Even if he turns into a ghost king, he has regained his wisdom. But is that still me?

"I haven't said it for decades, but now that I finally say it, I can't help but feel a lot more comfortable. The old man coughed lightly, coughing up a blink of blood, which spilled on the ointment that wrapped his thighs.

The sound of the ghost crying wolf howling sounded from his thigh, making Nangong Fan tremble.

The old man's already pale face was even more gloomy.

Nangong Fan's eyes froze, and the tips of his hands flickered. In an instant, he pressed down on the old man's leg.

A terrible scream echoed through the empty room.

"Kuroshio Yu, do you think it's useful to ask for a helper?!"

Nangong Fan's eyes became solemn, and the ghost in the old man's body already had spiritual wisdom!

Nangong Fan has the Qinglian Dao Fire beating in his fingertips, although he can't completely use this wisp of Dao Fire, but the Qinglian Dao Fire is a sacred symbol, and purifying this kind of filth is naturally not a problem.

The Sword Lotus Seed once single-handedly purified one of the layers of the Demon Realm, causing a sensation in the world. It is also based on the Qinglian Dao Fire.

The phantom of Dao Fire danced at the fingertips, and the space seemed a little blurry, and a faint fragrance of lotus flowers permeated the closed room. Dispels decay and purifies everything.

Nangong Fan's fingers gently pressed towards Hei Chaoyu's legs, the movement was slow, he didn't dare to be too fast, if he wasn't the master of the Qinglian Dao Fire, he would never be able to control even this trace of flame.

Fortunately, this evil spirit was confined to the bottom of Kuroshio Yu, like a living target, even if it was slow, he would not press in the air.

Nangong Fan's face was full of solemnity, and the sharp cry of the evil spirit sounded in his ears. It felt a deadly threat.

"Kuroshio Yu, do you dare? I'm you, too!"

Nangong Fan was unmoved, and devoted himself to the Dao Fire in his hand. His fingers were about to press on Kuroshioyu's rotten skin.

A pair of wizened palms lifted slightly, holding down his hand that was steadily moving forward.

Nangong Fan was slightly stunned, his mind fluctuated, and the Dao fire beating at his fingertips was annihilated in an instant. He couldn't help but raise his head in confusion and looked at Hei Shioyu who was looking at him lightly.

"Grandpa, I'm sure ......"

Kuroshio Yu covered his mouth and nose with his other hand, coughed lightly twice, and the black liquid fell from his fingertips, but he still looked indifferent.

"If I wanted to get rid of him, I would have done it a long time ago..... Just cut off your legs, put a little more effort into growing new legs. Do you know why I didn't do it?"

Nangong Fan's mind fluctuated, but he still shook his head.

"He's been in my body for so long, he's already become another me. It is not an exaggeration to say that one and two souls are one, I suppress him in my legs, I can't go out to be a demon, he absorbs the negative growth of my body. Is it just him or me?" there was a sneer on Kuroshio Yu's face, and he gradually became a little hideous, like an evil ghost who wanted to choose someone to devour.

"What's more, this way you can learn more about ghost towns...... The revenge of killing his wife is not shared!"

Nangong Fan's heart trembled, twenty years of torture, just to understand the enemy better?

"Kuroshio Yu, you bad old man is fantasizing again, do you know that cutting off your legs can't drive this seat away. The shrill voice continued.

Nangong Fan frowned slightly, this annoying ghost, he really wanted to slap him to death.

Hei Shioyu regained his composure again, "Your father has soared, I was afraid that no one would provoke the head of the Hei family, but I didn't expect him to arrange it a long time ago." ”

"The black family still needs grandpa to come out to calm the scene. ”

"I'm old and useless. In the future, I should pay attention to whether there are ghosts in that person's body, and if I can resist it, it doesn't mean that some people can resist it. Maybe some famous people are now just ghosts walking in the world. ”

Nangong Fan's eyes froze, rubbing his chin, he had never thought about it before, and now it seems that the ghost town is not just a matter of making a transit station on the earth.

"When you meet such people, you can only kill them. Kuroshio Yu waved his hand, his face full of murderous anger.

"Understood, boy. Nangong Fan's tone was firm and he bowed slightly, which could be regarded as his rare promise.

Kuroshio Yu nodded with satisfaction, gently stroking his rotten legs, and there was a ruthlessness in his eyes.

Suddenly, there was silence in the room.

"Your father will pass on the secret order to you, and grandpa, I will give you a gadget. As Kuroshio Yu's words fell, there was a tremor from the side of the bed not far away, and an object rose into the air and flew straight towards the corner where the two of them were.

Nangong Fan raised his eyebrows, his spiritual sense could only be sensed, and there was no other use. Only divine power can take things from the air like this.

The vast divine power surging from Hei Chaoyu's body was like a sea of stars, giving Nangong Fan a feeling of suffocation.

I don't know how much thicker than the divine power that he condensed by the generation of the law, one in the sky and the other underground. But this is also reasonable, how old is Nangong Fan? Most of the time is also on the spiritual power and body, as long as the divine power is passable, it can warm up the divine thoughts.

What's more, there are no classics that specialize in cultivating divine power, and Nangong Fan doesn't want to learn the crappy method of the Nether Realm, so it will be extremely troublesome to overturn it and start over at that time.

A token that flashed white light was dragged by divine power and fell into Nangong Fan's hand. It bears a slight resemblance to the Dark Order, with a vague dragon coiling around it.

It's just that one piece is white and one piece is black. One piece is "black", and one is "dark".

Black represents the black family, and Nangong Fan guessed that this was the order of the head of the black family.

"This gadget is the order of the head of the black family. ”

Nangong Fan instantly felt that the palm-sized token in his hand was a lot heavier. I didn't even feel this way when I was holding the Secret Order. Two completely different feelings, the head of the black family, this position is really too heavy.

"Don't have a psychological burden, you are the most outstanding person in the next generation of the black family, but it was just handed over to you in advance. Ahem. ”

"I'm tired. You take the time to take a trip to Wanbaolou with the order of the owner. ”