In the thick night, the bleak autumn wind swayed so biting.

The long hair that was scattered on the back of his head was raised by the autumn wind of this hunt. Covering the sad countenance.

Standing under the ruins and ruins, the whole soul seemed to have been emptied.

As far as the eye can see, the dazzling firelight reflects the familiar and unfamiliar scenes everywhere, and the tears slide down unconsciously, but the little bit of coldness can't dispel the hatred that seems to be scorching in my heart.

The once small bridge and flowing water have long been dyed with the color of blood, and the once pavilions and pavilions have long been turned to ashes in the bursts of fire.

In the past, when he returned, there would always be people greeting him, and children would always play with him, but tonight he saw a cold corpse, and the face that had been alive was never seen again after tonight. Between the ruins and broken walls, there were destroyed blades and sharp weapons everywhere, and he seemed to be able to see that the fierce net assassins broke the necks of the clansmen with iron ropes, and stabbed the chests of their families with scimitars.

Tears flowed all the time, but he never made a sound, not even a small whimper.

Just walking, walking, every time he saw the corpses of his clansmen, he was careful to avoid them, and never even stepped over them, just so as not to disturb their undead, and every time he saw the corpse of a man in black, his footsteps would step on him. Both the back and the chest will collapse, leaving a dazzling blood-colored footprint.

A qiē goes on and on. Yan Hong could only follow him silently, looking at the once high-spirited friend in front of him, how similar he was to him back then.

Finally, he stopped, outside a ruined courtyard where there seemed to be dry branches and fallen leaves wrenched by the heat.

The plaque on the high place had already been blackened by thick smoke, and he couldn't see the words in it, Zhang Xu's expression seemed to be a little foggy, and he just walked here by instinct.

"Uh......"

A faint ** came from this empty ruins, and under the collapsed rubble, Zhang Xu's soul was not guarded, but Yan Hong heard it very clearly!

"Zixu, there are still people alive there——!"

In a paragraph, Zhang Xu seemed to be a confused person grasping a life-saving straw, and the whole person was violently excited, and then flew on the rubble, digging desperately with both hands, his eyes were red, and he only relied on instinct!

"Hmmm...... Well...... This...... Trumpet...... Cat’s meow...... Bellow! A burst of Sanskrit sound echoed in this broken world, but it was Yan Hong chanting the Buddhist mantra he had learned in his previous life.

"Puff ......" There was a ** sound, but Zhang Xu seemed to be frozen, and then spit out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes gradually became clear.

"Thank you, Brother Yan!"

"Not necessarily!" With a wave of his sleeves, a majestic internal force swept out and lifted the entire rubble, and a woman appeared in front of them.

"Danyun!"

"Miss Shang!"

Seeing this woman, both of them were happy, it was Zhang Xu's personal maid, Shang Danyun.

Zhang Xu was in front, Yan Hong was in the back, and the two of them worked together to cross into Shang Danyun's body with their inner family true qi, and finally saved her life, and when the three of them woke up from the meditation, the east was already slightly white, and the light sprinkled to the earth again.

………………

"Childe, you're finally back."

The first sentence when I woke up was still such an old-fashioned sigh, but this is also human nature, and it is understandable.

Yan Hong didn't say much, just retreated silently, thinking that at this moment, what the two of them needed was a little quiet space.

The sun gradually climbed higher, and when the morning sun shone obliquely on the dilapidated courtyard, the door of the bedroom finally opened, Yan Hong also woke up from meditation, looked at the world in the rubble, and looked back at the helpless wry smile on Zhang Xu's face, and couldn't help but have a trace of sympathy.

"Brother Yan, there is a reluctant invitation below."

"Zixu, please speak."

"Please also ask Brother Yan to help my master and servant bury the clansmen in this mountain villa and let them be buried in the ground."

"This is reasonable, Yan should do his best."

At this time, Yan Hong's veil had already been taken off, and Shang Danyun on the side knew that this strange son was actually Yan Hong.

Time kept passing, and when the sun was in the middle of the sky, the three of them reluctantly buried the bodies of all the Zhang clansmen in the villa, and in another part of the villa, a high fire was lit, but in order to prevent the plague, Yan Hongjian yì burned the corpse of the assassin on the spot, and Zhang Xu naturally agreed.

Standing on top of the empty square, looking at the huge fire burning in front of you. Yan Hong said, "Zixu, along the way, I haven't seen Ling Zun and several elders in the villa, the hall master and others, I don't know where they will go with Zixu's speculation." ”

Zhang Xu didn't answer immediately, his eyes looked at the beating flame flickering, his lips squirmed several times, and he seemed to want to stop talking, but in the end, he still said the reason, "Father, and several seniors in the clan, I think I went to the [Dark Night Spirit Palace]. ”

"[Night Spirit Palace]?" I wonder what kind of place it is? Hearing this name, Yan Hong couldn't help but be curious, because such a place had no information to follow in his intelligence system, "What kind of place?" Zhang Xu listened to Yan Hong's question, but he muttered softly, pondered for a long time, and then spoke, "Presumably Brother Yan has also heard that in addition to the well-known [Quicksand] and [Net] in the rivers and lakes, there are also three top assassin organizations [Phantom], [Dark Night], and [Blood Prison]. ”

"Yes, these Yan have indeed heard of it for a long time...... Could it be ......"

"Yes, this [Dark Night Spirit Palace] is really where the main altar of [Dark Night] is located, and [Dark Night] belongs to our Bright Moon Villa."

"Hiss——!" Hearing this, Yan Hong couldn't help but gasp, thinking that when the Seven Kingdoms were fighting for hegemony, the net belonged to the Qin State, and the quicksand and phantom had not yet been born, and this world was the [Dark Night] and [Blood Prison] reigning, and the high-level leaders of the Seven Kingdoms did not want to recruit these two mysterious organizations under their command, but they never succeeded.

But as long as you can afford the price, they can help you settle the trouble, even if it is to face the Qin State [Net], as long as you have the right price, they will accept it coldly.

"I didn't expect that the belonging of this [Dark Night] would be Bright Moon Villa. But I don't know if Zixu knows where the [Blood Prison] belongs? ”

"At this point, Brother Yan is difficult for me, although the [Blood Prison] is said to be ranked last among the three, but it is the most mysterious, I am afraid that the emperor in Xianyang City is also investigating them."

"In this way, it seems that Zixu must go to the [Dark Night Spirit Palace] to find out?"

"Exactly! When the time comes, I will ask Brother Yan to help me. ”

"Do your best."