"Actually, you are not Luo Shen's daughter, and he is not your father." Minxue said quietly.

"What?" Luo Lan was stunned. "How is that possible? How could Luo Shen not be her father, and how could she not be her father's daughter? ”

In ancient times, demons and ghosts were rampant, wreaking havoc, and mutilating human beings, and more and more people became evil ghosts, almost becoming the world of evil ghosts.

Unwilling to be poisoned, humans began to fight fiercely against evil spirits, and as a result, hunters appeared whose duty was to hunt evil spirits.

The three families of Qinglong, Suzaku and Xuanwu have been engaged in ghost hunting for generations. And the Xuanwu sect is good at attracting souls, developing various secret medicines, and treating people who have been scratched by evil spirits.

Thousands of years ago, the ghost clan was rampant, and the three gates of Qinglong, Xuanwu, and Vermilion Bird selected the best hunters to enter Qinghu to hunt the patriarch of the ghost clan.

But none of the hunters who entered Qinghu survived, and the patriarch of the Qinglong Sect, Key, was killed by a tragic heartbeat, and Key's younger brother Bin also disappeared in Qinghu......

Just when the ghost hunters were devastated, an even greater catastrophe befell them......

The Xuan Qi of the Qinglong Sect was unexpectedly defiled by the patriarch of the ghost clan.......

The patriarch of the Qinglong Sect, Xuanyu's grandmother couldn't afford to fall ill because of this, and soon died, and the Qinglong Sect fell apart in a blink of an eye.

The ghost hunters no longer have the strength to compete with the ghost clan, there is only one way......

"Xuan Yu is the Lingxue Holy Maiden of our Ghost Hunting Clan, and only she can summon the Fire Shine Sword to kill the Ghost Clan's patriarch." Minxue narrates.

But Xuanyu's pure body was broken by the evil qi, and it was difficult to summon the sword of purity!

The silver sword peak in Xuan Qi's hand reflected her miserable white face, the blood in her eyes kept dripping on the demon red flowers, and the continuous flower path gradually became silver and crystalline, clear and snowy......

Thousands of years ago, Xuan Yu of the Qinglong Sect used the blood in his eyes to summon the sword that was sleeping under the flowers on the other side.

The battle between humans and ghosts ended with the death of the patriarch of the ghost clan under the sword of Xuan Yu and the destruction of the ghost clan. And Xuan died of exhaustion.

Xuanwu reluctantly recalled a trace of Xuan's soul, and after thousands of years of hard work, Xuan's soul gradually regenerated.

It's a pity that the people of the Xuanwu Sect are too thin, after the destruction of the ghost clan thousands of years ago, there are very few hunters in the Xuanwu Sect who have guarded the soul of Xuanwu for generations.

It is undeniable that the peaceful life year after year has made these ghost hunters gradually slack off and begin to enjoy a peaceful life.

For thousands of years, the power of the ghost hunting family has been declining day by day, and it cannot stop the recovery of the ghost clan.

A cold wind blew in the field, the sky was covered with yellow-gray clouds, and the declining plants and trees shrank in the cold wind on the gray-yellow land.

Luo Shen looked at the piles of daily accounts and piles of bills to be paid on the table, distressed.

The economic situation of the Amber Estate is getting worse and worse, and the economic crisis and poor management have made the Amber Estate face an increasingly serious situation.

Mrs. Luo walked into the study.

Luo Shen didn't seem to notice Mrs. Luo's arrival at all, and he stroked his head tiredly.

"Is it serious?"

"Didn't the doctor tell you to stay in bed?" Luo Shen saw the bulky Mrs. Luo and hurriedly helped her to sit down on the sofa.

"I'm tired of lying in bed all the time." Mrs. Luo said sullenly.

"What did those shareholders say yesterday?" Mrs. Luo looked at the thick pile of materials on the desk.

"Nothing? The company's economy was only a temporary downturn and did not have much impact. Luo Shen smiled, "The most important thing at the moment is our children. Luo Shen's gaze gently fell on Mrs. Luo's high erect abdomen.

Mrs. Luo looked at her husband sweetly.

Mrs. Luo's home is in the far north, she is intelligent, beautiful, and has a radiant and carefree life.

At a dance party held by a friend, she met Luo Shen from afar.

The ball was grand and wonderful, and the rejoicing people were a little drunk! Such a beautiful night under such warm and bright lights.

A stern-faced gentleman talks about his collection with great interest, this Mr. Xia is a collector who loves to collect ancient objects, from small coins to large houses. He was interested in the mysteries.

"I recently have a collection of skulls that are thousands of years old." Mr. Xia couldn't hide the pride in his heart through alcohol.

"He insisted that there was a mysterious soul hidden in it." His wife scoffed.

"According to ancient books, the soul of the ghost patriarch who was killed thousands of years ago has not disappeared......."

"Mr. Xia, let's stop talking about such a terrifying topic." A lady dressed in a splendid garment adorned with sparkling gems said, "My hairs are about to stand on end!" ”

Mr. Xia was a little sneering and stopped talking.

"Can you believe it?" A handsome man came to Mrs. Luo's side, "Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?" He had a slightly shy but calm smile on his face.

Mrs. Luo looked at the strange man with some surprise.

"I don't know...... Maybe something mysterious exists. Mrs. Luo hesitated and replied.

"My name is Luo Shen." The man introduced himself with a smile.

Luo Shen fell in love with this beautiful and elegant girl at first sight.

A year later, the maiden became his wife, but she did not know that the gentle and calm man she had fallen in love with was an excellent hunter of an ancient family of ghost hunters.

It was raining endlessly, and it was so strong that it was like sea water suddenly falling from the sky.

Mrs. Luo screamed in pain, and her child never seemed to be born.

The rolling thunder kept exploding outside the window, and the indigo lightning cheered for the thunder, exacerbating the suffocating pain in the room.

The deadly thunder finally stopped rumbling, and the wind and rain temporarily stopped the raging footsteps.

When Mrs. Luo finally collapsed and fainted, she gave birth to a beautiful girl, but her skin was gray, her whole body was terribly convulsed, and her face was blue and purple because she couldn't cry.

The doctor shook his head regretfully at the dying little life.

This little life has no soul, and Xuan's gradually reborn soul needs a **.

Xuanwu is proficient in the art of soul summoning, and has been looking for ** that can make it suitable for Xuanqi's soul attachment for generations. But thousands of years have passed, but I have never been able to find a ** that can fully fit with Xuanyu's soul.

During a trip to the north, Luo Shen met his true love. Eventually, he got the beauty back, and she became his wife.

Soon after, she became pregnant, and Luo Shen and his wife were overjoyed to wait for their first child, but when she was about to give birth, Mrs. Luo had a difficult birth, and the child was born without life.

But this child who still has residual warmth in his body is the best ** for Xuanqi's soul to attach!

"It's not true!" Luo Lan's limbs were cold, dazed and at a loss, it turned out that her life had already ended, it turned out that she had never existed.

Her soul belongs to Xuan Yu?

No! It's cruel, it's terrible! Luo Lan will never believe it, never believe it! How could she believe such nonsense.

"Luo Shen's only remaining trace of soul leads you to the Xuanwu Sect Temple, hoping to awaken you with the help of the power of the Sect Temple." Minxue let out a long sigh, and an incomprehensible gloom appeared in her eyes.

"But the hunters of the Xuanwu Sect don't know that the Xuanwu Sect Temple has long since become a Skyclave." A voice came from the chaos.

Minxue's face changed drastically.

"You betrayed your people a thousand years ago." Shirai walked over from the end of the long room.

Traces of the mountain can be seen in the distance. Everywhere there was a white mist, very thin and very light, and it could not be dispersed in the wilderness.

A shadow of a farm is hidden in the fog, and on a clear day, you should still be able to see the smoke rising.

Minxue lives in this peaceful, unassuming village, guarding the temple of Xuanwu.

If it weren't for the fact that the three ghost hunting families decided to enter Qinghu to hunt the patriarch of the ghost clan, Min Xue would still be calmly guarding her temple.

The sky was full of snow, and the hunters were struggling to make their way through the snow. This time, the three families almost went out of the elite to hunt the patriarch of the ghost clan, and they wanted to completely destroy the ghost clan!

But the climate was so harsh that they could barely walk. In the vast darkness of the night, there is nothing but darkness and darkness.

Then they saw the wooden house in the forest, and a little yellowish light from the window was quiet and warm in the cold night.

It was cold and windy outside, but it was warm inside, and the fire in the stove was blazing, so that you could hardly feel the cold outside.

The owner of the house was an old woman who was anxiously waiting for her son, who had not returned late at night.

The old man was worried about her son, but he kindly entertained these visitors in the snowstorm.

A warm fire and steaming tea allow hunters to enjoy a moment of comfort.

Minxue could hear the howls of wild wolves in the distance, and there was no doubt that the forest was full of danger.

The old man frequently looked out the window and became more and more uneasy. When the hunters were about to go out to help the old man find his son, the old man's son returned covered in snow.

He was handsome, handsome, and carried a fat-weight buck on his back.

The smell of roast venison wafted throughout the house, fine wine, good food, and hospitable hosts put the hunters at ease, there was still a long journey and danger waiting for them tomorrow.

He was a very beautiful man, Minxue looked at him, he was also looking at Minxue, his black eyes made her heart beat, maybe Minxue fell in love with him at that moment!

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, but the fire in the furnace was blazing. The hunters did not realize that the man they were drinking with was the one they were hunting.

Minxue's gaze was unconsciously attracted to him, and she secretly glanced at him. He drank heavily, and was sober when the hunters were drunk, though his pale face flushed slightly.

His eyes were so beautiful that she believed that no one could resist the gaze of these eyes.

Is it real, or is it dreamy? Maybe it's just a wonderful dream of Minxue, how can the humble cabin have such a beautiful bedroom, it seems to be specially prepared for her, the window is a deep blue clear sky, and outside the window is a pale blue sky where snowflakes fall.

Do you like it? She heard his soft voice, he hugged her gently, why didn't she resist and let him carry her to the bed......

The next day they said goodbye to the owner of the cabin, and she couldn't help but look at him, and he was also looking at her, and she remembered the dream, and a hot current rushed up her cheeks, and her face was so red, so red......

"He deceived me!" Thousands of years of hatred and pain hit Minxue's heart.

"It was you who volunteered to dedicate yourself to the Moxiu Patriarch." Shirai snorted coldly.

Luo Lan looked at Min Xue in surprise, she and Mo Xiu ......

Minxue's face was painfully tendoned.

For thousands of years, she has been torn between regret and love. She was a very good hunter, but on that snowy night, she was bewitched and fell into the ghost clan.