Being pushed by someone, the determined man took a deep breath, decided not to be a shrunken turtle anymore, stood up and walked towards the man.

And I don't know whether he is awake or not, the old man who laughs constantly looks at the young man who is walking towards him in a drunken daze, tilts his head, stretches out his hand to point at him, and asks strangely.

"How did you ——, have so many brothers?"

“……”

Funny and helpless, he squatted in front of him, took the wine bottle in his hand, and coaxed him in a low voice.

"Good, don't drink, let's play a game called guessing riddles, okay?"

"Hiccup, not good!"

Fan Chang, who was drunk and burped loudly, shook his head and refused without thinking about it.

"What's so fun about guessing riddles? How good is it for us to play Monster Slaying? ”

“……”

He opened his mouth, and after a moment, smiled.

"Okay, if you win the riddle, we'll kill the monsters, you can kill as many as you want, how about it?"

"Hmm-"

Fan Changxiao tilted his head, opened his eyes that were not too sober, and nodded after thinking for a while.

"Yes, what riddle would you like to guess?"

"Just guess - why do you hate yokai so much-"

When the words fell, Fan Changxiao's slowly widening eyes stretched out his hand and waved in front of him, the man who was about to be angry slowly closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't spit out anymore.

And, he pressed his hand on his forehead, invaded his brain, and stimulated his deepest memory, so as to see, what is it that makes this person so resistant and hates monsters?

Minutes and seconds passed.

However, he didn't see the memory in Fan Changxiao's mind, which made him turn his head to look at Xie Tang with some doubts.

"Why can't you see anything?"

"How is that possible?"

Xie Tang twisted his eyebrows.

"No matter whether it's good or bad, the deepest part of the memory will subconsciously store a human being, even if it is forgotten, it will retain all kinds of deep memories, through the stimulation of certain means, it will be recalled again, you try it further, maybe he hides it deeply, after all, his cultivation is not too low."

"Okay."

He took a deep breath, nodded, and continued to increase the demonic power, stimulating his brain.

Of course, there has been no change for a long time, but it is obvious that he can't increase his demonic power anymore, otherwise it will damage his brain, which is not what he wants to do.

It was he who sighed and was about to withdraw his hand, when suddenly a messy picture flashed, like a broken TV, very weird and strange, and after a long time, some figures gradually appeared.

"There it is!"

His eyes lit up, and he shouted happily at Xie Tang.

"Hmm."

Xie Tang nodded, hesitated, walked over, and looked at him.

"Can you show me?"

"Uh-"

The young man was stunned, a little entangled.

"This is my master, not yours."

“……”

Xie Tang glanced at him angrily.

"I'm not robbing the master with you again, but I care more about some things, let's see if I can find something else from his memory, so I missed it when you went back to narrate, and I missed it-"

"Okay."

He nodded.

The dead cat had always been smarter than him, and his intuition was much sharper and sharper than his own, and it was very likely that he could perceive things he couldn't perceive, so, well, it would be fine for him to take a look.

Thinking so, he agreed.

And after Xie Tang nodded, he put the cat's paw on the back of his hand and probed into Fan Changxiao's memory.

[——Changxiao, I am your uncle, your parents have explained to me earlier, if something happens to them, they don't have to come back for a while, let me take care of you——]

In the depths of my mind, such a sentence came from the background, and the figure of the person who said it gradually became clear.

That person was the head of the Zhengyang faction, Xie Tang didn't know him, but he knew him, and he twisted his eyebrows strangely.

"I haven't even heard that He is Master's uncle, it's strange, this is not something worth hiding, why did he never mention it to me?"

He muttered this, making Xie Tang glance at him and not speak.

At that time, He Zheng was very young, looked in his early twenties, a very energetic young man, and his smile was very soothing, and he was very good at gaining the favor of others.

But—

Fan Changxiao did not answer.

And He Zheng didn't seem to care, just added with a smile.

"When your parents come back, or when you are an adult, you can do whatever you want, but for now, you still need a guardian, so, do you move to me, or do I move here——, don't think about how to drive me away, I have your parents' 'gold medal for avoiding death'."

Saying this, he took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Fan Changxiao.

"Now, see for yourself."

Fan Changxiao stretched out his hand to take it, there was no signature on the envelope, but he stared at the envelope for a long time, as if confirming something, after a long time, he slowly spoke, but his voice was unexpectedly hoarse, as if his throat had been traumatized.

"Did my parents give you this envelope?"

"They didn't hand it over to me, they let someone else pass it on to me, is there anything wrong?"

"Nope."

Fan Changxiao shook his head and opened the envelope.

The letter was scribbled and short.

[Ah Xiao, I'm my mother, I met with my father, and I can't go back recently, I ask He Zheng to help take care of you, don't refuse him, we may not be able to go back for a long time, so you have to be good and let him take care of you until we go back, or you are an adult, okay? Mom and Dad love you, really love you-]

At the end of the letter, there were still a few dried tear stains, which shows how sad Fan Changxiao's mother was when she wrote this letter.

And, when the young Fan Changxiao saw this letter, he also burst into tears.

These tears are natural, but they are inexplicable.

After all, there was nothing particularly concerning in this letter, but he was repeatedly told to be obedient and let He Zheng help take care of him, and there was nothing left.

Under normal circumstances, children will be sad when they read this letter, and they will also be suspicious and sad, but they will not cry when they see it.

Well, of course, emotional sensitivity may also cry.

Therefore, Xie Tang felt that it was natural and inexplicable, he always felt that at this time, Fan Changxiao's tears did not seem to be caused only because his parents would not come back for a long time.

Rather, it is very likely that he knows that his parents will not come back, and he may not even know what he has seen.

He has all these feelings, and he is very attentive to Fan Changxiao, so he is keenly aware of some differences.

"Does he know something? Or what did you see? His voice, when I found him, didn't have this tearing hoarseness—"

"It should be caused by crying too much and being frightened too much."

Xie Tang speculated.

At this time, Fan Changxiao, no matter what he knew or what he saw, he had already expression, he clearly understood that his parents would not come back, otherwise he would not have asked He Zheng before, who gave him this letter.

(End of chapter)