After Liu Yifan left, Sujia Ancient Town returned to its previous calm.

Su Fengjun, the head of the Su family, gradually improved his legs and feet, and he was already able to preside over the affairs of the Su family.

Su Yifang, the daughter of the Su family, decided to work hard and strengthen her cultivation.

As long as she thought that Liu Yifan was younger than her, she was already a young martial artist, and she was full of motivation.

"Liu Yifan, if you can do it, I can do it too!"

"One day, I will also become a resounding existence in G Province!"

No, it's already twelve o'clock at night, but Su Yifang is still practicing in the Su family's martial arts training ground, sweating profusely, every move and every style is extremely serious, and she has achieved the extreme.

"This slap is not enough!"

"Not strong enough!"

"Not enough speed!"

"The accuracy is still poor!"

"All over again! Su Yifang, Su Yifang, how can you compare with Liu Yifan at your level! ”

Su Yifang is extremely demanding of herself and forces herself to do her best.

Under the silent night sky, the Su family's martial arts training ground was extremely quiet.

Then......

In the corner of the martial arts training ground, there was a sudden sound of rustling.

As a person who practices martial arts, Su Yifang is deaf and sharp-eyed, extremely keen, and immediately heard the voice, and shouted vigilantly:

"Who!"

She looked back suddenly, and saw that the corner of the wall was empty.

Frowning slightly, Su Yifang didn't care about it and continued to practice martial arts.

But at this moment, the strange sound of rustling sounded again in the silent night sky.

The sound was not loud, but in this silent night sky, it seemed extremely harsh and strange.

"Who!"

"Come out for me!"

"Don't pretend to be a ghost!"

Su Yifang's nerves were tense, she held a sharp sword in her hand, and slowly walked towards the corner.

When I approached the corner, I found that there was a black figure ten meters in front of me.

The black figure, with its back to her, stood motionless in the darkness.

I can't see his face clearly, I don't know who he is.

"Who are you?"

"How could you appear in my Su family's martial arts training ground?"

Su Yifang frowned.

As a person who practices martial arts, her psychological quality is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Therefore, even though she smelled danger now and even felt a little inexplicably afraid, she still walked slowly forward with her sword.

In her mind, she couldn't help but think that tonight was the first seven of Duanmu Sword.

And the situation of Duanmu Jian being brutally tortured to death by Chang invisible in the ring is still vivid.

Now this place is actually the venue where the Nanbu Bang Ring Tournament was held.

And that dark corner of the wall, isn't that the place where Chang invisibly kicked the corpse of Duanmu Jian's limbs cut off and gouged out eyes?

Duanmu Jian died so miserably that later in this ancient town of the Su family, the death of Chang Invisible, the death of Liuyun Dao, the death of Qian Bowen, Su Yifang didn't care, but Duanmu Jian's death, these days, every night appeared in her nightmare.

The black shadow in front of him, motionless, like a sculpture, did not answer Su Yifang's question.

"If you don't speak, I'm going to do it!"

Su Yifang said sharply, she deliberately raised the decibel of her voice to suppress the fear in her heart.

However, the figure in front of him remained motionless and silent.

Su Yifang's brows furrowed, and then she gritted her teeth, mustered up her courage, and stabbed over with her sword!

Break!

A sword strikes out, and the speed is as fast as lightning!

Then I saw that her sword pierced directly through the black shadow, and the tip of the sword pierced the wall!

"Dang!"

A crisp sound echoed in the night sky of the suffocating martial arts training ground.

Su Yifang was stunned, because she found that what she pierced was not a person.

It's a paper man.

She breathed a sigh of relief and drew her sword.

The paper figure fell, facing the sky, and a poker face just stared at her.

This paper figure has no hands or feet, and his eyes are painted with red dye, which is somewhat similar to the Duanmu sword!

And that expression, like a smile but not a smile, is extremely weird.

Su Yifang was immediately startled and gasped.

Then she forced herself to compose, frowned, and scolded:

"Damn! Who the hell dared to put a paper figure on my Su family's martial arts training ground! ”

"If Miss Ben finds out, I'll have to abolish him!"

But at this moment, Su Yifang blew cool air on her neck:

"Miss Su, are you sure you want to abolish me?"

Su Yifang looked back, and immediately her pupils shrank, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

"Ahh

The screams tore through the silent night sky and startled a flock of jackdaws.

The next day, Sujia Ancient Town, which had only been open for tourism for a few days, was once again locked down.

No visitors are allowed to enter.

As for the reason, no one knows.

It is rumored that the daughter of the Su family is mentally insane, and now she is running around in the streets and alleys, and she wants to drill a hole when she sees it. I don't know what the reason is.

I've heard that it's probably something dirty.

The head of the Su family was anxious about this, and was sending Lin Ansheng to Qingfeng Taoist Temple to ask Daoist Li Tianwei to do the trick, subdue demons and eliminate demons, and exorcise evil spirits.

……

S City, Qian Family.

As the martial arts family at the top of the pyramid in S City, the recent Qian family is not very good.

Qian Bowen was forced by Liu Yifan to commit suicide at the West Gate of Sujia Ancient Town, and now the entire Qian family is still grieving.

Chamber's body has not been cremated or buried.

The Qian family has a custom that family members should keep a vigil for the deceased for seven days and seven nights, and only after seven days and seven nights can they be cremated and buried.

This is the greatest respect for the deceased.

Now, Qian Bowen's body is placed in the cold mourning hall.

The air conditioner in the mourning hall was turned on very loudly, and the temperature was very low, because Qian Bowen's body had been sitting for several days, and his stomach was swollen and began to rot, exuding the putrid smell of corpse gas.

Only by lowering the temperature in the mourning hall can the rate of decay be slowed down.

Qian Bowen's younger brother, Qian Zhongwu, was in the mourning hall, sitting in a wheelchair, wearing linen and filial piety, guarding his spirit.

His broken legs had not yet healed.

Qian Zhongwu hadn't eaten or slept for several days.

His heart has always been in self-blame, if he hadn't been clever enough to provoke Liu Yifan with Murong Wanshi, the Qian family would not have ended up in such a situation, and his brother would not have committed suicide because of this.

All of this is his fault.

Qian Zhongwu felt uncomfortable in his heart, and only by guarding his brother's spirit for seven days and seven nights could he find a trace of comfort in his heart.

"Brother, it's all my fault...... I hurt you..."

At this time, it was already the seventh day after Qian Bowen's death, and it was also the last day that Qian Zhongwu needed to wake the spirit.

"It is said that the night of the seventh day after a person's death is the night of the soul, and the soul of the deceased will come back to see his family for the last time...... Brother, I really hope you can come back and see my brother for the last time. ”

"I'm going to say I'm sorry to you in person."

"Brother, I'm sorry for you!"

As he spoke, Qian Zhongwu couldn't help himself, and cried next to Qian Bowen's corpse.

Then...

"Brother, don't cry..."

"Am I not back?"

A cold wind slowly blew into Qian Zhongwu's ears from the back of his neck.

Qian Zhongwu trembled suddenly, gasped, and immediately couldn't cry.

……

(End of chapter)