Fan Youwei fell asleep from the time he was fast entering Hangzhou City, and slept until the jeep arrived at its destination, and slept until only he and Mu Yi were left in the car.

In the dream, he actually returned to Liangzhu and stood alone under the altar on Huiguan Mountain. It was pitch black all around, and the cold wind blew on Fan Youwei's body, he shrank back, not daring to turn back, nor daring to scream, for fear that if he turned around or made a sound, something would be attracted. He was so frightened that his teeth began to tremble.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the altar in front of him, standing on the edge of the altar, and shouted something that Fan Youwei didn't understand, and then disappeared again.

Fan Youwei was shocked, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground.

The altar, at the moment when Fan Youwei fell, collapsed violently, and suddenly the dust flew, and behind the dust, a dense figure suddenly appeared, and Fan Youwei walked over crookedly.

"Ghost, ghost!" Fan Youwei was still sitting on the ground at first, and when the figures came out of the dust and appeared in his sight, he jumped up. Those who are people, one by one, are either missing arms and legs, or their heads are blooming, and they are spitting out long tongues, which are clearly the appearance of ghosts in Fan Youwei's imagination.

After Fan Youwei jumped up, he didn't know where the strength came from, he just ran when he spread his legs, but no matter how he ran, the strange-shaped guys behind him always followed him, and they came closer and closer.

Fan Youwei was sweating, he ran out of Huiguan Mountain, ran to an open place, a gust of wind blew, and countless graves appeared on the flat ground in an instant. The graves that suddenly appeared collapsed at the same time, and then countless demons crawled out of the graves and slowly crawled towards Fan Youwei.

Fan Youwei is surrounded, and he has no way to escape!

"Help, help, ......" he cried out for help, the voice resounded across the earth, but to no avail, countless demons pounced on him, devoured his body, and tore him to pieces.

"Help!" Fan Youwei in the carriage screamed in the dream, waking up the groggy Mu Yi.

Mu Yi covered Fan Youwei's mouth, then looked around, and only after making sure that there was no one did he let go of his hand.

"Wake up, wake up!" Mu Yi shook Fan Youwei vigorously, trying to wake him up.

Under Mu Yi's several shakings, Fan Youwei opened his eyes violently, and his eyes were red and bloodshot staring at Mu Yi.

"What are you doing, you can't try to eat people?" Mu Yi was taken aback, thinking that this son had been woken up by himself and had a temper, so he deliberately asked provocatively.

Fan Youwei didn't make any answer, but pounced on Mu Yi, opened his mouth wide and made a gesture to bite, and let out a low roar like a beast in his throat.

"No, you're real!" Mu Yi pushed a few times, and found that he couldn't push Fan Youwei, so he was suddenly frightened and bloodless, kicked Fan Youwei away, and then quickly got out of the car and closed the door. Fan Youwei, who was shocked and looked at the car through the window.

Fan Youwei was like crazy, and kept banging his head against the car window, and every time he hit it unambiguously, it made a bang, and his head broke and bled after a few hits.

"What can I do about this!" Mu Yi panicked, thinking to himself, Fan You is crazy about himself, and Master is not there, so it is very likely that he will be bitten back, and Master Zhanì blames himself, which is really indefensible.

"No, I have to tell Master Sù quickly!" he pondered, then gritted his teeth and walked to the wall of the Li family's ancestral house.

Mu Yi jumped a few times, but how could he climb up, he didn't give up, and continued to jump until he was exhausted, sat on the ground weakly, and looked helplessly at Fan Youwei, who was still crazy in the carriage, shaking his head and sighing.

The ancestral house of the Li family, the south wing. Sanqing walked to the wooden box and quietly looked at the armor in the box.

Soul Haoxuan didn't want to see that again

armor, but he still squinted his eyes and peeked in, Sanqing saw it in his eyes, but it was not broken.

The soldier and Wei Haoran strode around at the same time, looking at the armor in the wooden box with curious eyes.

"When the third brother returned to Hangzhou that day, he wanted to take something to save your life, and the one he took was the missing breastplate, right?" After carefully observing it a few times, the soldier turned his head to look at Sanqing and asked.

"Hmm!" Sanqing nodded slightly.

"What is the origin of this armor, and the incident between you and the third brother this time is also because of him?" the soldier turned his head and looked at the armor and said viciously.

Sanqing didn't say anything and shook his head. But the soldier understood, and he said in a deep voice, "I know, I can't!" There was a hint of anger in his tone.

"Brother, do you want to go with him?" Wei Haoran finally mustered up the courage to walk in front of Soul Haoxuan and asked timidly.

"I haven't thought about it yet!" Soul Haoxuan raised his eyes to look at his younger brother, and then said coldly.

"If you decide, can you take me with you?" Wei Haoran asked expectantly, but in fact, he had already expected the answer in his heart.

Sure enough, Soul Haoxuan shook his head.

"Then, can I go with him? I, I just want to see the outside world, I, I, I think ,......" Wei Haoran pointed to the soldier.

"I know you feel like a caged bird, it's weird and boring, if you decide, I won't stop you, but you must remember, don't go against me, otherwise I won't let him go!" Soul Haoxuan also pointed to the soldier.

The soldier stood stunned, at a loss, the two brothers, one of them pointed to a word. If, the former, made the GI feel trusted, then the latter, made him feel uncomfortable, like an invisible blade on his neck, pressing him so that he could not breathe.

"Don't worry!" the soldier said with his fist clenched towards Soul Haoxuan.

"You can take this! Do it yourself!" Soul Haoxuan turned around and handed the dagger in his hand to Wei Haoran.

Wei Haoran hesitated for a moment, but turned out to be a dagger, and he was extremely excited.

"We still have something to do!" Sanqing walked out and interrupted everyone, and after all three of them looked at him, he walked up to Soul Haoxuan and whispered something in his ear. After hearing this, Soul Haoxuan nodded slightly.

Sanqing then walked to the side of the soldier, and also whispered something in his ear. The GI frowned, then stepped aside.

Wei Haoran took the initiative to walk in front of Sanqing, Sanqing glanced at him, nothing, and walked out of the south wing directly. Soul Haoxuan and the soldiers also walked out, leaving Wei Haoran standing in the south wing awkwardly, and scolded silently in his heart: "Isn't this tricking me!"

Sanqing climbed out of the wall, and saw Mu Yi sitting limp under the wall, next to the jeep, the old yellow dog was glaring angrily at the back of the jeep. In the rear compartment, Fan Youwei still kept banging his head against the window.

"Not good!" Sanqing whispered, immediately jumped off the wall and rushed to the jeep, after pulling open the rear door, a knife in the other hand slashed at Fan Youwei's strength, Fan Youwei fell softly on the seat and passed out.

"It seems that you need more than one more thing like the surname Lu!" Sanqing said in a low voice.