Grass mustard lane, all the people in the alley are like grass mustard.

Yi Ranchen followed the direction in his memory and walked to Zhao Xingde's house.

It was a place that could no longer be called home, and the random gray wall of bricks would enclose the small courtyard.

Yi Zhanchen gently pushed open the wooden door, which had no purpose other than decoration, and a puff of dust gently drifted down on her body from above.

The door gently scratched a few cobwebs that had been knotted for a long time, and Yi Zhanchen only felt strange in his heart when he saw this scene.

The dilapidated brick house does not look like it is inhabited, but according to her own memory, Zhao Xingde and her adoptive mother are indeed not wrong to live here.

Yi Ranchen shook his head, waving away his uneasy conjectures in his mind.

The yard was not big, only a well and a tree, and a small vegetable garden with green vegetables in all directions, and the well in this vegetable garden was not much bigger.

The whole environment is full of two words - shabby.

There are two chickens in a fence next to the small vegetable garden, and the two chickens keep turning the ground with their paws, and it seems that they have not been fed for some days.

Yi Zhanchen could sense the existence of someone in the house, and that person had no aura on him, so he should be Zhao Xingde's adoptive mother.

Speaking of which, there are also very few mortals in the immortal cultivation world, and the heirs born from the union of two monks are not necessarily the owners of the spiritual root.

That means that a small number of children born in the world of cultivating immortals will be mortals, and they will not be able to cultivate immortals in this life, and Zhao Xingde's adoptive mother is such an existence.

Yi Ranchen walked to the door and knocked lightly twice, and when she saw that no one spoke, she pushed the door directly and went in.

It's not that she doesn't know how to be polite, it's that she doesn't want to make a noise.

After she pushed the door open, she was so frightened by the scene in front of her that she almost collapsed on the ground, but fortunately, Yi Ranchen's self-sustaining ability as a monk was good.

What a terrible face that is!

It was covered with ravines, his eyes were like those of a dead fish, and his hair was so dry that it was almost falling out.

A few strands of half-white straw-like hair hung down her face, and a few strands hung on her bloodless, chapped lips.

The flesh and blood all over her body seemed to have been sucked dry, shriveled and hung on the bones, her skin could not see the sun all year round, it was dry and loose, and from a distance, her complexion was a little yellow and some white.

Her whole person is like a corpse, it shouldn't be a living corpse, she can't detect a trace of vitality when she sees her breathing, and the whole person is full of the smell of decay.

The death of her body did not even the most common weeds reluctant to come near her.

Yi Ranchen is not a person who has never seen death or is about to die, although her cultivation is shallow, she has cultivated qi, and she has a lot of knowledge.

She has killed monsters, she has killed people, she has touched death, and death has passed by.

But none of these fears can compare to the shock that the woman in front of her brought her.

"Are you Zhao Xingde's mother?"

The woman who sat on the bed with a glazed gaze like a statue finally turned her head slowly as if she had pressed the start button.

It was only when she saw her eyelids touch up and down once, and her dry lips, which were almost brittle, began to collide up and down.

Yi Zhanchen didn't know how to describe the sound he heard, it wasn't a beautiful sound, it even sounded a little creepy.

It's like a pile of rocks between two pieces of sandpaper, and like a gust of wind blowing from some dark cave.

"Zhao Xingde..."

It's just three words, Yi Ranchen I feel hard for her, and she seems to consume a lot of strength every time she says a word.

Yi Zhanchen was afraid that before the next word came, the woman in front of her would lose her last breath.

"Who are you?"

The woman rolled her eyes to look at her, and Yi Zhanchen looked at her eyes as if she was having auditory hallucinations, and he seemed to be able to hear the creaking sound of the eyeballs rubbing against the flesh.

Yi Ranchen's heart was furious, she held back the discomfort in her heart and continued: "I am a friend of Zhao Daoyou, I met him in Bishui Tianyi Pavilion, I saw that he didn't come over to work today, so come over to see if something happened to him?" ”

Yi Ranchen told a lie on his lips, at least what happened to Zhao Xingde, is there anyone who knows better than him?

Yi Ranchen looked at the appearance of this old woman, and felt a little regret in his heart, maybe he found Zhao Xingde at that time, which might be a disaster for their family.

What can we do now that this is the case?

The status of the two, what they can grasp in their hands. are destined for their respective fates.

Although Zhao Xingde's life is hard, it is also determined by heaven, and her glory, wealth, and illustrious background are also what she deserves in her fate.

This is all the rules of the Heavenly Dao, and no one can change anything?

Everything has its own laws, everything is the way, who can say the mind of the heavenly way?

She sighed in her heart, but the old woman opposite needed to be unresponsive when she pressed the stop button.

Yi Ranchen swallowed his saliva, hesitated a little in his heart and asked, "Madam, are you okay?" ”

The woman finally spoke: "You go, there is no Zhao Xingde here for a long time." ”

"Isn't he here??"

Yi Ranchen was surprised, she didn't care about this woman's attitude towards her, she was just a dying person.

The living are always more lenient to the dead, just as the strong always have mercy on the weak, and the crocodile in the swamp always has tears of distress over food.

It's just hypocrisy all the time.

"I'm going to die when he's dead, you can go, the province is dyed with bad luck."

Yi Ranchen didn't know how much effort it took to speak to the person on the other side, but she knew that she was really uncomfortable in her heart.

Zhao Xingde is dead! How did he die?

As soon as she thought about the twists and turns here, she understood that Liu Yisi was nothing more than trying to make an example of the monkey and teach him, the initiator behind it, a lesson.

Tell yourself that she had a pair of his eyes staring behind her all the time.

She knew that Liu Yisi was the kind of good man who pulled out a knife to help when the road was uneven, and everything he did was just for himself.

He didn't care about a Di Imperial Sword at all, if he wanted hundreds of Di Imperial Sword, someone would stuff it into his hand.

Dissatisfied with being deceived?

Heh, would a superior person care about what stumbling block an ant has laid on him?

Kill it directly, why do you want to make an example of it?

Yi Ranchen made it clear that it was not the fake Di Yujian that he killed the chicken, but Zhao Xingde, and the monkey he was warning was not Zhao Xingde but himself.

In front of the public, Liu Yisi made a big fuss in Bishui Tianyi Pavilion, not because he wanted to report it, but because he wanted to spread the matter to the eyes of the people behind the scenes.

Is he warning himself that this chime door can cover the sky with one hand as long as he wants to?

Yi Ranchen sneered in her heart, what she Yi Ranchen wanted to do, the road she walked, no one could stop it!

Liu Yisi, she is going to fight with him endlessly in the mountain gate competition!