In the second half of the night, it was suffocatingly dark, the moon had long since lost its shadow, and a few cold stars were still beating in the sky, and after a while, they disappeared into the dark night.

The big trees around the ancestral hall are like several continuous black mountains, the shadows of the trees shake, the "mountain" is crumbling, and the rustle of the leaves rubbing against each other also comes one after another, falling into the ears of a group of people who hurried towards the ancestral hall.

Yan Qingcheng looked at the ancestral hall without a trace of light in front of him, his heart was already half cold, he and Zhao Zimai were going to talk to Yan Yuchi about Jiayan, but they didn't think that Yan Yuchi went to the ancestral hall, and when the two came along the road, they met a few girls looking for Jiayan in a panic, saying that he had slept in bed well, but now he didn't know where he went.

Hearing that Jiayan was gone, Yan Qingcheng panicked at first, if it wasn't for Zhao Zimai reminding him that he must bring more people to the ancestral hall together, he would almost rush over alone.

But now, even though Zhao Zimai and Baotian were standing beside him, and there were more than twenty servants and the Yan family's servants behind him, Yan Qingcheng still felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, all the way up along the veins of his body, and came to his heart that seemed to be no longer beating, soaking it like a cold stone.

"Baotian, you open the way ahead. Qingcheng, you don't know kung fu, don't be reckless for a while, follow me, don't be alone. Zhao Zimai glanced at Yan Qingcheng with some concern, and quickly took his gaze away from him.

Yan Qingcheng understood what he meant: not knowing kung fu is secondary, Zimai is worried mainly because he is a member of the Yan family. The evil spirit wants to wipe out the Yan family, and he, as a descendant of the Yan family, is naturally the target of its attack.

But......

Yan Qingcheng's heart moved slightly, would he be an exception? Just a few hours ago, he was in the same room with Jia Yan, and at that time, it was easy for the evil to kill people, but why didn't it do it? Could it be that it still has some compassion for itself? Does it still hold the memory of Jiayan?

But even if it has completely occupied Jiayan's body, is he willing to do anything to it? It is hidden in Jiayan's body, kill it, will Jiayan still live?

Yan Qingcheng didn't know, but he didn't have time to think, because Baotian had already taken the lead and came to the outside of the ancestral hall, and after glancing at Zhao Zimai, he flew up and kicked open the door of the ancestral hall.

A smell of blood that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved rushed out of the door, covering the noses of the few people who were standing closest to the door, and taking a few steps back. Zhao Zimai and Yan Qingcheng hooked their heads to look in, and before they could tell what the two black shadows on the ground were, they had already heard a mournful moan from a servant in front of them.

"It's them, it's our people," his voice trembled, "all dead." ”

Yan Qingcheng finally saw the "tragic situation" of the two servants: flesh and blood flew sideways, the fragments fell to the ground, every bone was broken, and the body twisted into a strange shape. He couldn't help but sketch Yan Yuchi's current appearance in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel that his throat was dry and painful, and the food he ate was churning in his stomach, scrambling to come out of his throat.

"Qingcheng." Zhao Zimai shook his wrist, firstly to remind him to calm down, and secondly, to make him feel prepared in his heart, the two servants who were guarding Yan Yuchi were dead, and Yan Yuchi's current condition was mostly fierce and unlucky.

Yan Qingcheng barely stabilized his mind, nodded at Zhao Zimai, and walked into the ancestral hall with everyone.

Baotian had already taken a step ahead of everyone and inspected the large and small rooms in the ancestral hall one by one, and after turning back, he shook his head at Zhao Zimai, locked his eyebrows and said, "Childe, the entire ancestral hall has been searched, and the eldest young master and Jia Yan have not been found. ”

Hearing his words, everyone was surprised, but they still didn't dare to lose their care, and one by one they held their breath, clenched their swords in front of them, and looked around vigilantly. Just when people were panicking, there was a burst of soft laughter from under the offering table in front of Yan Bailin's coffin.

Although the voice was small, it was amplified several times in the silent ancestral hall, and when everyone heard it, they scattered like frightened birds, only pointing their long swords forward, and dozens of pairs of eyes stared at the bottom of the offering table without blinking.

The offering table was covered with a piece of silk cloth that hung straight down from the table top and covered the legs. Now, the cloth swayed, revealing the shoes under the table: a blue satin foundation, a square toe, small and delicate.

"Jiayan." Yan Qingcheng recognized Jiayan's shoes and blurted out his name.

Jiayan then reached out and lifted the tablecloth, bowed down and walked out from under the offering table, with a white face and a smile instead of a smile. He looked at Yan Qingcheng and said, "Little uncle, you brought so many people over, did you come to get me?" ”

"Where's your father?" Zhao Zimai saw that Yan Qingcheng's expression was wrong, so he took the first step in front of him and asked Jiayan.

Jia Yan smiled, "Who is my father?" You're not talking about that prodigal and shameless disciple, are you? After speaking, seeing everyone's stunned faces, he looked at Yan Qingcheng again and snorted from his nose, "Little uncle, I originally wanted to let you go, but you want to come to me for trouble, then don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

As soon as these words fell, Baotian, who sneaked behind the offering table according to Zhao Zimai's instructions, suddenly burst out and slapped the handle of the knife towards the back of Jiayan's head. But after all, he was a step slower, and a white mist suddenly appeared behind Jia Yan, and the mist quickly condensed and shrank, turning into a black shadow, and slammed towards Baotian.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have been divided into two by this black shadow.

Fortunately, Baotian is not an ordinary person, he is a one-in-a-million martial arts wizard, and he has practiced hard kung fu at a young age. Especially light work, it has already reached the point of being superb, stepping on snow without a trace, crossing the river without waves, so he was left in the mansion by Zhao Wen'an, and was responsible for protecting Zhao Zimai full-time.

Baotian saw that the evil spirit was crashing towards him, so he retreated to the rear, and the speed of his body was rare in the world. But the evil demon didn't chase after him, and just as Baotian retreated, it had already turned around and cast its eyes on Ling Yiren.

"Not good." Zhao Zimai saw it looking at Yan Qingcheng, his heart was shocked, and while beckoning Baotian to come over, he had already raised his sword with several officials to meet him, protecting Yan Qingcheng behind him.

He felt a foul stench in his face, so that he could hardly breathe, and then he saw that the scarlet had come to a place less than half a foot away from him, and the shadow was full of shadows, appearing and disappearing, like a huge moth with fluttering wings.