Lynn's dreams.

Linlin was pushed into the tree hole, and the knife's hands were pushed on Linlin's shoulders, this kind of skin-to-skin kiss should have been a little ambiguous, just like an ignorant boy and girl who inadvertently touched hands for the first time, and always felt a heartbeat.

It's just that the arrival of Zhang Shisandao, the atmosphere of the arrival of the enemy, made Linlin feel the hands of the knife boy for just a moment.

Linlin hid in the tree hole again, in fact, she should have escaped.

Hmph, why do you have to listen to the knife boy?

Also, why didn't I resist myself, and let him push myself into the tree hole?

Obviously, my strength is greater.

Although Linlin couldn't see clearly, she could hear the sound of the knife boy rubbing against the ground, and smell the smell of Sixi Wen's spices filling the tree hole.

But I didn't hear it, Zhang Shisandao's footsteps?!

Lin Lin suddenly felt a little incredulous, because her eyes had seen a blurred figure coming, but she still didn't hear the other party's footsteps.

How can it be?

Either the other party has not walked at all and is floating like a ghost, or the other party's strength has surpassed him too much.

However, he is obviously a very ordinary person, and he is not even Grandma's opponent at all.

The next moment, Linlin knew that she was wrong, and she was wrong.

Because of the moonlight, Zhang Shisandao's figure was extremely clear.

On his shoulder, carrying Grandma's head, the huge fox head was still dripping blood.

Grandma's eyes were still open, and Linlin couldn't see anything else, but she saw Grandma's eyes there.

Linlin didn't believe that Grandma died like this, it must be an illusion, right, she just wanted to deceive me.

However, Grandma's face is so real, and Grandma's eyes are so real.

Lin Lin looked at Grandma carefully, trying to find a trace of a loophole in the fox's head, a trace of unreasonableness, so as to refuse to admit the fact that Grandma was dead.

Some small marks, some small hairs, broken teeth, and the color of the hair at the corners of Grandma's eyes, these can all be matched.

However, Linlin didn't want to believe it, and Grandma died like this.

Obviously, grandma could easily defeat Zhang Shisan Dao before, why did she suddenly ......

"My father is no longer my father!"

Linlin remembered that the words of the knife boy just now, was it because of such a situation?

He was still too weak to distinguish what the breath was, and even now, Linlin didn't feel how powerful the other party was.

But Grandma was killed, and in such a short time.

Linlin suddenly thought of an abnormal thing, if it was in normal times, Grandma would not let the knife boy chase after her at all. That's right, if Zhang Shisandao's strength is the same as that in the mansion, then even if Grandma knows that Daozi's cultivation is not good, she will not take such a risk.

Therefore, Grandma had to let Daozi leave.

Or, because of the strength of the opponent, Grandma can't be distracted, so she can't take care of the knife.

Or, or the opponent is far more than Grandma, so that Grandma can't move at all, even if she tries hard, she can't do it.

Linlin covered her mouth, trying not to let herself cry.

There is another way to confirm, right, is to find Grandma's body in person, and Grandma's taste will never be mistaken. Even if someone can make the corpse fake and real, but the breath of the bloodline, the smell of the monster itself, no one can fake it.

Because that thing is outside of the human sense of smell.

Even, ordinary youkai are not as good as fox spirits in terms of distinguishing taste.

It's just that the tree hole is filled with spices from Sixiwen, and I can't tell the taste of grandma.

Could it be that the knife boy deliberately did this, deliberately trying to sprinkle Sixi Wen's spices to obstruct my sense of smell and make me unable to distinguish?

Knife boy, is that the kind of person you are?

No, the knife boy was sitting directly on the ground just now, and if I wanted to kill him, the knife boy at that time would have no chance to fight back.

Perhaps, it's because the knife boy knows that his strength is not as good as me, so he deliberately shows his back like this to gain my trust?

However, I can feel the heart of the knife boy...... Linlin suddenly felt uncomfortable and resisted the urge to scream.

No matter how she analyzes it, it seems to be useless at all, Linlin is shrouded in this futility, and a sense of powerlessness wraps herself.

Suddenly remembered,

In the small temple, Grandma deliberately instructed, that kind of anxiety and anger, it seems that Grandma already knew something.

Linlin looked at Grandma's eyes, completely soulless eyes, and Linlin felt fear for the first time when facing the corpse.

I couldn't do anything, everything seemed to be out of my control, and Linlin hid in the hollow of the tree, only watching things happen.

"Knife boy, where's the little vixen?"

Knife boy lowered his head, ran over, and said, "Father, I chased after you." Actually, I was already very close to the vixen. She kept jumping on the branches, faster than me. However, I didn't give up. Fortunately, the heavens had eyes, and she suddenly fell from the tree. You see......"

Knife boy stepped aside, pointed to the bamboo on the ground, and said, "This is what the little vixen inadvertently injured when he fell." Father, look at this bloodstain, it is very fresh, it means that it happened not long ago. Moreover, the blood is present inside and outside the bamboo, indicating that it was not painted, and there are footprints next to the bamboo......"

"Hmph, that little vixen hasn't run away yet......"

Zhang Shisan interrupted Dao Zai's words, and just said a few words, but suddenly stopped speaking.

"Why is it so fast? It's not even a quarter of an hour!"

Zhang Shisan was in some pain, his muscles were twitching, and his whole face became distorted.

It wasn't unbearable pain, but it seemed that the twitching of the muscles could not be suppressed, as if all the muscles in the body were no longer under their control.

What Zhang Shisandao could do was barely stand and keep not falling.

Daozi knew his father's situation, because after being woken up from the mansion, his father said something lightly on the way over with him. Although it's not all, the knife boy can guess it after listening to it.

The fox head, which was originally on Zhang Shisandao's shoulder, suddenly became fluttering up and down, sometimes high and sometimes low. The blood, which had not dried up, was thrown everywhere.

Boom!

The fox's head fell heavily and rolled a few times.

Lin Lin saw Grandma's head being thrown to the ground like this, and staining Grandma's face with dirt.

Zhang Shisandao stood there, not moving, thinking that this state would last for a long time, but he didn't expect it to end soon.

Becoming a mortal, without the slightest result of cultivation, without spells and without true qi.

Zhang Thirteen Dao was a little unable to adapt, it would be fine if he just fell from his own state, but the trace of his father's soul sealed in the Vajra Mahogany Sword was too strong, at least let Zhang Thirteen Dao appreciate the state that he had never reached.

Even, there is no imaginary state at all.

This kind of gap is still an irresistible change, which made Zhang Shisandao fall into depression in an instant.

"Father?"

"Huh?"

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, oh yes, where did you just go? Where did the little vixen hide?"

"Oh," said the Knife Boy, incredulously, "when I chased here, I found only blood and footprints, and no more. Then I continued to look and accidentally fell. ”

Knife boy pointed to the marks next to the tree hole, which were originally the footprints of two people, but after being erased by Knife Boy, they became the footprints of a person, as well as the traces of elbows rubbing on the ground.

As he spoke, the knife boy deliberately patted the dirt on his arms and knees.

"Later, father, you came. ”

"Really?"