Zhao Zimai was dazed, the sweat behind his back fell, and although the pus-dripping eyes under the red cloth did not look at him, he felt that they were staring at him, just like the eyes rippling with the waves in the well water. As soon as he was timid, his arm weakened, and the sword in his hand shook a few times, although it did not fall, it was noticed by the evil spirit. He only felt a gust of wind around him, and then his body was pushed heavily by Yan Qingcheng behind him, and one of them stood unsteadily, rushed forward, and was caught by Baotian, who was hurrying over.

"Childe, you're hurt." Zhao Zimai's arm was pinched by Baotian, but even so, he could still feel a stream of heat gushing out, which instantly stained half of his sleeve, and then there was a pain in his heart, and the pain made him shiver a few times.

"Bang bang" a few sounds, several officials fell in front of Zhao Zimai, some were still wailing, and some were already motionless and completely out of breath.

Zhao Zimai looked ahead, his face suddenly turned pale, he raised his hand and pointed, and said hurriedly, "Baotian...... Fast...... Quick, Qingcheng ......"

Yan Qingcheng was forced into the corner by a black shadow, Jia Yan stood beside him, and the shadow slowly sank into his thin body, merging into one.

"Little uncle," Jia Yan smiled softly, stretching out his fingers as thin as shallots at Yan Qingcheng, "I shouldn't be soft on you." ”

"Yan Jiayan, wake up, although you have been weak since you were a child, you are by no means a cowardly child," Yan Qingcheng slowly squatted down and lowered himself to the same height as Jiayan, he looked directly into his eyes, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist, "There is a monster in your body, you have to drive it away, only you can do this." Jiayan, believe me, you can do it, don't let it occupy your body, don't do things that you regret. ”

Jiayan's raised arm froze in midair, his eyelids blinked twice, and the two shadows in his eyeballs seemed to have disappeared, "I'm Yan Jiayan......" He said this slowly, with a shocked look on his face.

"You are Yan Jiayan," Yan Qingcheng eagerly grabbed his arm, "Jiayan is good, your name is still taken by the little uncle......"

"Little uncle," Jia Yan's eyes seemed to have tears flashing, "Little uncle......" He sobbed and plunged into Yan Qingcheng's arms, "Why am I here?" Why can't I remember so many things? ”

Although Yan Qingcheng still had hesitation in his heart, he couldn't help but be happy when he saw him like this, so he hugged him tightly and said softly, "Jiayan, don't be afraid, everything will be fine......

Jia Yan nodded, and then looked up at him again, with a trace of horror in his eyes, "However, my father's head was twisted off by me, and without his head, will he be fine?" When he said the last few words, he couldn't help laughing, and the shadow that had been hiding behind his eyeballs also resurfaced, covering his pale eyes with a layer of mist, "But it doesn't matter, you will be reunited soon, Huangquan Road is difficult to walk, but with family as a companion, it will not be lonely." ”

After finishing speaking, Jia Yan looked at Yan Qingcheng, who was pale, and put his hand into his back with a smile.

"Baotian." Zhao Zimai endured a roar of pain, but Baotian had already started without his greeting, and the sword in his palm was pushed straight into Jiayan's back under the impetus of his palm, but the tip of the sword had just been stained with Jiayan's clothes, but it was blocked by a black shadow that suddenly appeared, and fell to the ground and broke into two.

"It's over." Zhao Zimai saw Yan Qingcheng let out an "oops", his face instantly turned pale, and his heart was filled with despair.

But at this moment, Jia Yan's back trembled twice, and he slowly turned his head, his eyes crossed Zhao Zimai's shoulder to the gate of the ancestral hall. The flirtatious smile on his face had faded, his eyes were full of alertness, and his nose fluttered slightly, as if he had smelled something.

A chill rose from Zhao Zimai's body for no reason, but before he could figure it out, he saw Jia Yan turn around neatly, push Yan Qingcheng in the direction of Baotian, and then rushed towards the courtyard gate in an exclamation, and threw himself into the thick night.

He ...... He...... How did you run away? Coming back from the horror, one of the officials finally muttered the common question in everyone's hearts.

The mystery was soon solved, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the gate, one of which was so heavy and light that it sounded like a cripple. Zhao Zimai's heart moved, and while ordering Baotian to check Yan Qingcheng's injuries, he covered his arms and squinted out of the door. He saw the person he expected: the figure of Mu's ancestor and grandson walking through the night in the direction of the ancestral hall.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

The footsteps were light and heavy, Mu Cripple opened the way in front, followed by the unhurried Mu Xiaowu, she was wearing a hat, and her thick * long braid was swinging around the back of her head, making Zhao Zimai feel like a whip driving a horse for no reason.

"Did they scare the evil spirit away? But if their grandfather and grandson have such a skill, why did they leave in a hurry a few days ago? Although Zhao Zimai had a trace of doubt in his heart, he didn't have time to think about it, because Yan Qingcheng suddenly let out a weak moan.

"Zimai, where's Jiayan?"

Zhao Zimai breathed a sigh of relief, and being able to speak proved that Yan Qingcheng's injuries were not too serious. So he hurriedly leaned down, leaned over and said softly, "Jiayan escaped, you are injured, don't say so much, I will ask Baotian to call Lang Zhong over." After saying that, he got up and ordered Baotian to find someone, and then returned to Yan Qingcheng and squatted down.

Yan Qingcheng sighed, his fingers grasped Zhao Zimai's wrist, and the force increased slightly, "He didn't ...... I didn't say that my brother and Xiangzhen were there...... Where, I want to ask, but ......"

Having said this, he suddenly paused, tilted his head slightly, and looked behind Zhao Zimai, his eyes full of doubt, "Mu ...... Miss Mu, why are you here? ”

Mu Xiaowu didn't answer Yan Qingcheng's question, but walked around the yard with his waist, sniffing vigorously with his nose as he walked, like a beast that had just run down from the mountains and forests. At the end, she stopped beside Zhao Zimai and snorted at Mu Cripple behind her, "Running so fast, it seems that you can't catch up." It's all to blame for the carriage you hired, it went slowly, and now it's okay, the fat to the mouth is flying, how can you compensate me? ”

Mu Cripple bowed and made a gesture, so he sent Mu Xiaowu to kneel, "Immortal," he said with a smiling face, "What kind of monster can escape from your palm?" It's just a matter of eating early and eating late, otherwise, you can use that new ghost to appetize first, and then let's find the big one slowly? ”

When he said this, Mu Cripple pouted at the coffin that stopped in the middle of the courtyard, and glanced at Yan Qingcheng again.