After hearing what I said, the fat man suddenly stood up from his chair and looked surprised.

I nodded: "Your father should still be here, those people have been checking his whereabouts, but they probably haven't found him, and then they attack you, thinking that you will have a connection with your father!" ”

"Grandma's, these grandsons, they're really fucking not human!"

The fat man was angry, and he cursed.

After a while, he suddenly remembered something.

"Master, in fact, to be honest, I have not been in contact with my father for a long time, when I was young, he drank all day, did nothing, and finally divorced my mother, and I didn't come back for more than ten years, and after a long time, I gradually forgot!"

If you want to say that it is not easy to forget a person, let alone his own biological father, the fat man said that he forgot it, but it can be seen that he still values feelings.

"Okay, the most important thing now is to solve the problem, those people have already set their sights on us, you stretch out your hand!"

The fat man obediently stretched out his hand to me.

I recited a spell, only to see a thin and long silver needle in my hand, I picked up the silver needle and pierced the tip of the fat man's index finger, only to hear the fat man suck a sound, and then looked at my own hand.

At the same time as the fingertip was pierced, a drop of crimson and round blood soon appeared, and the blood droplet seemed to be suspended in the air as if it had a spirit under the drive of my fingertips.

"Master, what are you doing here?"

The fat man asked curiously as he watched his blood dripping in front of him.

"I can find your father's whereabouts through him, that's the benefit of being biological!"

Drops of blood floated out of the window like bubbles, and the two of us followed closely behind, walking most of the city.

Eventually, the blood stopped in front of a dilapidated house on the outskirts of the city, and then dripped to the ground with a clatter.

As far as the eye could see, the dilapidated house was made of various planks of different lengths, not large, and looked a little trembling, the house was surrounded by weeds, all of which were about to grow longer than my calves, and the half-covered door was blown by the wind and made a thumping sound.

"Is this it?"

The fat man couldn't believe that his father had been living in Peak City all along.

The blood droplets came from fat people, so there should be nothing wrong with that.

I walked over with my feet up and pushed open the creaky door of the room, and a smell of dampness came to my face.

The room was a little dark, but through the light from the roof, a bed made of red bricks and a wooden table were visible in front of it.

The bed was littered with patched quilts, the sheets were torn with big holes, and on the table were letters to the fat man, and it seemed that his father had not forgotten his son.

I picked up all the envelopes, straightened them out, and handed them to the fat man behind me.

At this time, the fat man's face was slightly solemn, and he looked at the letter that his father had written to him in his hand, and he never had the courage to open it.

Beneath the rest of the stuff I found a brown paper notebook, which I opened, and it was densely packed with records of the things that the fat father had encountered during his lifetime, including the plague more than ten years ago.

"June 15th, fine, today is the fifth day of the plague outbreak, the scorching sun above the head seems to be about to melt people, everything in front of us exudes a stench, no one goes out, no one cares about our life or death, the village party secretary said that there will be a medical team coming tomorrow, this is the countless times he said, they don't want us ......to live at all" The diary was written here and the whole thing was interrupted, and it was said that the village party secretary asked the medical team to come over, but in the end it was cruel to burn the lives of a village.

I flipped through the paper, and for some reason, the tip of my finger was suddenly cut by the thin piece of paper, and suddenly a drop of crimson blood condensed on my fingertip.

"Bang bang...... ......"The storm began to storm outside, and the originally clear sky suddenly quickly became overcast, with lightning and thunder.

"Master, what's going on?"

The fat man looked out the window, and the whole room was shaking in the wind, and he thought it was strange, but I quickly reacted.

I pushed the fat man out of the room, and in the next second, a large number of black souls came out of the ground, and they turned into black shadows and circled around my body, as if they were attracted by the blood on my hands.

"It's so painful! It's so painful! ”

"Fire ...... I don't want to be burned to death, who will save me......" All kinds of miserable and sad voices echoed in the room, I was enough to deal with a soul, but I didn't expect that now there was a pile around me, and the words they shouted before death drilled into my ears, as if my head was about to be squeezed.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the door of the broken house flew out a few meters away in an instant, and those unjust souls who were tempted by the smell of blood seemed to be able to sense the powerful aura of the person outside the door, and fled in shock.

"Please, can you not run around alone next time!"

The person who spoke was Yan Xun, and she strode in, clasped her hands to her heart, and looked at me angrily.

When I saw that it was her, I was relieved, fortunately she appeared in time, if I had slowed down, I was afraid that those unjust souls would probably swallow me alive in the next second.

"Master, come and see!"

The fat man shouted outside.

Yan Xun and I glanced at each other and ran out.

I saw the fat man squatting in front of a broken stone tablet in front of him, the head on the stone tablet was blurred, and it looked like it should be the three words "Fengxiang Village", because it had been too long, and most of the carved font had been worn away.

Speaking of Fengxiang Village, I suddenly remembered that the diary I had just seen in the fat man's father's notebook also mentioned that this village was called Fengxiang Village back then.

If what is said in the diary is the same place as what I see now, then it is very likely that the souls under my feet are the same people who were burned to death by the fire back then.

More than ten years have passed, and the reason why these unjust souls are still wandering around must be because they were not properly buried at that time, so their grievances are gathered in one place, that is, in this dilapidated house.

Facing the screams of hundreds of unjust souls every day, the fat father was still able to live, and I couldn't help but admire his old man's perseverance.

Before I could finish the words "Let's ...... go", I only felt a blow to the back of the head, and countless small stars appeared in front of me and swirled back and forth in the sky.

When I woke up again, the sharp pain in the back of my head could still be clearly felt, and I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "Damn, if I let me know who beat me, I have to let it be cut off!" ”

When I regained my instincts, I opened my eyes and looked around, and I couldn't see anything in the dark room, as if I was in a cloud.

"It hurts!"

The pain in my limbs irritated my brain all the time.

There was a faint red light flickering in front of my eyes, and if I guessed correctly, at this moment my hands and feet must have been tied with a special charm rope that tied me to a cross.

This kind of charm rope is usually used to subdue noble monsters, but I didn't expect it to be used on me today, it's really ridiculous, and its owner must also be a person who mixes between black and white.