The sky was a little gloomy, and the dark clouds in the sky had not yet dispersed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's already after a shower.

Thundershowers in June, here, come and go.

The dilapidated and quiet village was flooded, and the loess roads were full of yellow muddy water, and walking on it, pouring into the shoes with a bang, it was useless to wear galoshes, the mountains collapsed, and the ponds collapsed.

The showers had not yet cleared up, and the sky was raining bean-sized showers again.

Soon, the view of the village was obscured by the dense showers.

In front of an earthen house, an eighteen-year-old boy stood.

Half a meter in front of him, the rain flowing down from the eaves is like a waterfall in a small stream.

However, in the eyes of this young man, there is a coldness, or sophistication, that he has never had at this age.

The young man's name is Qin Feng.

Qin Feng looked at the strange and familiar village in front of him, and looked at the pouring rain that fell from the sky in his eyes.

Feel the cold feeling of the rain falling on the ground and splashing onto your body.

Qin Feng finally accepted this fact.

Born again.

As a monk, that is, the warlock as he is called in the rivers and lakes, in his previous life, he reached the legendary realm of the Great Perfection of Qi Questioning, and he can enter the legendary realm.

However, just when he broke through, he was given a conspiracy, and the enemy who had been in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years joined forces to kill him when he was at his weakest, and let himself die with hatred.

And those who betrayed themselves and betrayed themselves to break through time and place, to the moment they died, they still did not understand.

In the past few days of rebirth, Qin Feng has been entangled in this matter.

The village in front of me is where I grew up.

Qin Feng is an orphan, to be precise, in his previous life, Qin Feng didn't know who his parents were, and he had been dependent on his grandfather who raised him since he was a child.

Grandpa is a Meishan water master, in the words of the countryside, is the land master, that is, to give people the eight characters to see their fate, on weekdays, the four towns and eight neighbors, if there is any red and white happy event, will find grandpa to see, this is a custom in the countryside.

He embarked on the path of a warlock, and his grandfather was his leader.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Qin Feng remembered this day, he was eighteen years old, graduated from high school, and at home, it had been raining heavily for a week, and it was on this day that something happened that made Qin Feng grief-stricken.

Qin Feng knew that when the rain was light, he would be taken by his grandfather to Widow Zhao's house in the village, Widow Zhao died, his grandfather did this, and he was indispensable on the occasions of white affairs in the village.

"Xiaofeng, go, get ready to get your things down, and go out with me. An old voice behind him interrupted Qin Feng's thoughts.

"Grandpa, where are you going?, still going out in such a heavy rain?" Qin Feng asked knowingly, knowing his grandfather's character, he turned around and began to prepare things.

Standing in the hall was an emaciated, but energetic old man, with white hair on his temples and wrinkles on his forehead. With an old-fashioned cigarette gun in his hand, he smoked it with a click.

The old man's name is Qin Tian, and he is Qin Feng's grandfather.

"Go to Widow Zhao's house, Widow Zhao is dead, I have to go over and take a look. With a click, a puff of green smoke swallowed clouds and smoke in his mouth, and Grandpa opened his mouth to explain.

"Widow Zhao died?, what is the reason?" Qin Feng said.

This scene is very similar to the memory of the previous life, and now, Qin Feng has determined that it is today, the grandfather of the previous life came back from Widow Zhao's house, and got into trouble with unclean things, and when he came back, the rain was even heavier, passing by a dangerous slope, he was troubled by dirty things, and accidentally, he slipped down the hill and fell to his death.

This is his biggest regret in his previous life, even later, his cultivation is proud of the entire warlock world, Qin Feng can't make up for this regret.

In this life, since God let him live again, then let his life no longer have regrets, and at the same time, he also has to find out who murdered him in the first place, Qin Feng believes that with the last clues in his previous life, as long as he gives himself time, then he will definitely be able to find out who is behind the scenes.

"It's dirty. Grandpa spoke, pouring out the slag from the cigarette gun and refilling it with tobacco.

"Alright, Xiaofeng, let's go. Grandpa sighed.

"This widow Zhao didn't know what dirty things she had provoked, and her life was gone. ”

Qin Feng didn't speak, he carried the yellow cloth bag on his back, laid the rain, and followed his grandfather's footsteps to go out, this familiar action, in his previous life, he grew up since he was a child, which was both familiar and a little strange.

The rain was a little lighter, but still heavy. When he came to Widow Zhao's house, half of his body was already wet, and Qin Feng was doing this to protect the yellow cloth bag from being wet by the rain.

The mourning hall in Widow Zhao's house has been arranged, and Widow Zhao is lying upright on the rotten bamboo mat, her face covered with "Toma face paper", covering most of it, and the exposed skin is all blue.

Qin Tian stepped forward to take a look, his face was very unsightly, and he turned around Widow Zhao's body twice before turning around and going out.

Qin Feng didn't follow to see, he was reborn, and now he has only started cultivating for a long time, although he said that he was brought into this circle by his grandfather, but the ability of his previous life cannot be said to be taught by his grandfather.

It was later that he entered this circle and had another opportunity, so that he came to the realm of being proud of the entire warlock world.

Right now, his cultivation can be said to be pitifully low, and the only thing he is glad about is that his divine sense is extremely powerful, and he still maintains the divine consciousness of the Great Perfection of Qi in his previous life.

"Grandpa, have you found out the problem?" Qin Feng asked casually.

I know the situation of Widow Zhao, but she just got into trouble, and in her previous life, her grandfather also took action. When I asked myself, I just habitually spoke.

"The problem is a bit of a hassle. Qin Tian frowned and said slowly.

took out the cigarette gun, stuffed it with tobacco, lit it and took two puffs, then turned around and walked towards Widow Zhao's house.

Widow Zhao's house is also a very depressed kind of earthen house, a hall layout, the middle is the main hall, that is, the mourning hall, on both sides is the main and auxiliary bedrooms, and behind the secondary bedroom is the miscellaneous house, that is, the kitchen, the appearance of the firewood room.

Qin Tian walked around the master and auxiliary bedrooms for a while, and then walked to the kitchen. Qin Feng also followed.

In the kitchen, there was a giant head of a king eight piled up on the board, the two fangs looked extremely vicious, and the eyes were blood-red, Qin Feng glanced at it a few times, and his heart was slightly stunned, sure enough, there was a dead breath on this Wang Ba's head.

Qin Feng found that his grandfather had also noticed this Wang Ba's head.

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