Jia Yan raised his eyes and stared at the red and black belly pocket, and the two eyes were reflected red by the red.

"Little master, little master, why did you come here alone, let's find it easily."

A voice came from behind him, Jia Yan's heart moved, and he was busy turning around to agree, but the moment he turned around, he felt that the red cloth covering his head was gone, and the stench that permeated his side also dissipated cleanly. At the same time, there was a biting chill from the Heavenly Spirit Cover, as if an ice pick had pierced from the top of his head and pierced into his warm brain.

His legs finally couldn't hold his legs, and he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground in a burst of exclamation.

***

The halo of the moon faded away as if it were dripping on rice paper, and the silver glow spread out, and the night and the earth became one color, and disappeared in Jiayan's frosty eyes.

Behind him, two dead servants lay on their backs on the ground, their hands and feet folded into strange shapes, their necks hung down on their chests, and it looked as if the bones of their bodies had been broken.

Jia Yan climbed the stairs and patted the black door of the Yan ancestral hall, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Father, father, what are you hiding inside?" Don't you really want to know what Cui Yun said before she died? You open the door, and I will tell you everything she has said. ”

Yan Yuchi's wine had already woken up, after watching Jia Yan kill the two servants who followed him. Now, he was hiding in a side room in the ancestral hall, shivering all over his body, covered with sweat, like a rooster that had just been fished out of the water.

He still hadn't figured out what had just happened. After saying goodbye to Qingcheng tonight, he returned to his yard, but after stripping and going to bed, alcohol did not play its due role, he couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, and his mind was full of Yan Bailin and Cuiyun's appearance before they died. He couldn't remember what the last thing they said to him was, because it was probably the most ordinary sentence, the one he heard most often.

Perhaps, it is an intimate reminder, or perhaps, it is a kind reminder. But whatever it was, now, he couldn't hear such ordinary words, and never would hear them.

Sadness is like a surging tide that comes up from the depths of my heart. Now, Yan Yuchi finally understands what he often hears people say: The pain of losing a loved one is not something that can be experienced from the beginning, it comes from the bits and pieces of life, accumulating over time, gradually deepening, and finally, it will defeat you in one fell swoop in a seemingly inconspicuous matter.

For example, now, lying on the bed, he suddenly remembered that he would never hear their voices again, and suddenly felt like a knife in his heart, and the pain was unbearable. So, he simply got up, casually put on a piece of clothing and walked outside the door, accompanied by two officials guarding the courtyard, and walked towards the Yan ancestral hall.

Along the way, he didn't notice that anyone was following him, and when he was holding Yan Bailin's coffin and crying bitterly, he didn't notice anything abnormal. But when he was about to leave the ancestral hall, he saw that the three incense sticks in the incense burner in front of the coffin were extinguished at the same time.

The incense was broken, which was very unlucky, but Yan Yuchi didn't think much about it at this time, so he only ordered the subordinates who guarded the spirit to hurry up and change the three incense sticks and reinsert them. But after the old slave left, he didn't come back for a long time, and just when Yan Yuchi was about to get angry, he waited for another person - Yan Jiayan.

Jiayan did not wear filial piety clothes, only the clothes he wore on weekdays, and the jade plate on his waist collided with the belt inlaid with jade, making a crisp "dangchang" sound.

He came out of the darkness, his thin body coated in silver by the moonlight, looking like an unreal shadow.

Yan Yuchi looked at his son, and his mind couldn't turn for a while: Why didn't he wear filial piety? Why did he come to the ancestral hall alone in the middle of the night, and there was no one to follow? Why is his expression so cold, not at all like the kind and clever child he usually has.

But there were a lot of things, and in the end, it only came together into one sentence, "Jiayan, why did you come here?" ”

Hearing this, Jia Yan smiled, looked up at his father and said, "I'm here to see the excitement." ”

Yan Yuchi's brows twisted, "Lively? What to see lively? Your grandfather is here, how can you say such a rebellious thing? ”

Jia Yan was not only not frightened by Yan Yuchi's scolding, but the smile on his face deepened, he raised his hand lightly, and sprinkled the three incense sticks that had been twisted into powder in the palm of his hand to the ground, "The incense of the Yan family is about to be broken, and the people of the Yan family are going to die, isn't this excitement worth watching?" ”

As soon as he finished saying this, a gust of wind suddenly blew up the pile of brown and yellow powder on the ground and pounced on Yan Yuchi. Yan Yuchi staggered back a few steps, his fingers trembling and raised, facing Jiayan, "What's the incense...... How could it be in your hands? ”

Having said this, his confused head finally cleared up a little, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he "snorted" for a long time before finally saying two words with difficulty, "Yes...... You? ”

Jia Yan didn't say a word, only looked ahead, and the light in his eyes was uncertain. A cloud of white smoke slowly rose from behind him, and soon, the smoke condensed together and turned into a black figure. On the figure's head is a red cloth, as red as its eyes.

The red cloth rose and fell, and it also leaned towards the place where Yan Yuchi was standing, jumping up and down, its body flickering and flickering, as if walking in the two worlds of yin and yang. The stench wafted out of it with the shaking of the red cloth, mixed with the hot and humid air, and it was a little sticky and disgusting.

"Ahh Yan Yuchi finally called out, his voice was not loud, but with deep fear.

The two accompanying officials were also frightened by this strange scene, and froze in place, but now they heard Yan Yuchi's shout, but they were awake. Both of them drew their sabers and blocked them in front of Yan Yuchi, but the expressions on their faces were still frightened, and they only pointed their knives in the direction of the evil one, hoping that it would stop and not lean over again.

This trick seemed to work, and when the evil came to the tip of the knife, it stopped moving, and the red cloth trembled, like a huge butterfly flashing its wings, bringing a fishy breath to the noses of several people.

Yan Yuchi felt that his legs were no longer obedient, and they were shaking so badly that it seemed that it would not take long to turn into a puddle of mud. But the physical changes were far less great than the shock in his heart, his gaze shifted from the evil body to Jia Yan's face, and quickly turned back, and muttered weakly in his mouth, "How could it be you?" How could it be you? ”