Tu Xiao'an controlled the thunder and lightning attributes, and the whole person was very excited, and for those who knelt down at him, he was not surprised for a long time.

His current appearance and vision are more intimidating than Sheshan's original.

said that he was not the snake king, and he himself was about to disbelieve it.

A pair of snake eyes sparkled, opened his eyes, and looked at the big locust tree in the courtyard, his eyes narrowed.

There were no dark clouds in the night sky, no howling winds, no rumbling thunder, and a piercing white light suddenly appeared, like a thick silver snake, and like a snow-white sword, slashing at the roots of the locust tree not far away.

Rumble....

Cha...

The big locust tree died suddenly, and a puff of green smoke came out, and the misty smoke floated into the air.

The three souls of the Zhao family were frightened and disappeared, the big locust tree in their courtyard and this ancient house were one year old, a hundred years old, the branches of the trees were staggered, and the flourishing branches and leaves stretched out were like green clouds, covering the blue sky tightly, even if it was an adult, with his hands open, he couldn't hug the tree.

Such a century-old tree died in the blink of an eye.

"The Snake King is angry, it's the Snake King who is angry"

Old Man Zhao was extremely frightened, the so-called flat body does not do bad things, and he is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

Suddenly, Old Man Zhao felt a sharp gaze projected on his body, which was a pair of indescribable snake eyes, as if they could penetrate everything.

The Serpent King was looking at him, as if he wanted to see through all his secrets.

"You're damned"

A strange voice suddenly appeared in Old Man Zhao's mind, he was stunned for a moment, exhaled briefly and spasmodically, and trembled.

"Bang... Boom... Bang..."

"Villains deserve to die, villains deserve to die"

Old Man Zhao kowtowed on the ground like crazy, and his head was solid one by one, and after a few clicks, the ground was a pool of blood.

The Zhao family looked at the old man sluggishly and kowtowed to the snake king and said that he was guilty, looking miserable and sad, which made people sour their noses.

At such an age, such a kowtow, even a young man can't stand it.

But in front of the snake king, no one dared to move, and dared to say a word, for fear of offending the gods.

The snake king was high, and they could only hold their breath and look up, without any resistance at all.

"Bang... Boom... Bang..."

Suddenly, the Zhao family's mansion became quiet and silent, only the old man Zhao kept kowtowing and asking for guilt, and he didn't dare to have the slightest luck.

I don't know how many knocks, Old Man Zhao was about to faint, and an eldest grandson hurriedly rushed up to stop it, and hurriedly said: "Grandpa, don't knock, the snake king is gone"

"The Serpent King is gone?"

Old Man Zhao looked up in amazement, and the sky above the mansion seemed to have returned to its former calm, there was no thunder, no shadow of a snake, only the dark and dreary night seemed to swallow him.

"No, the Snake King is still there, the Snake King is still there"

Old Man Zhao was terrified and muttered to himself, he always felt that the snake eyes that penetrated people's hearts were still imprinted on his body, like a shadow.

The house snake was killed by the snake king, and he didn't have to be forced to commit suicide as an old man, but the boulder that was still pressed in Old Man Zhao's heart did not fall at all.

On the contrary, it is like the weight of a thousand pounds.

In the past few decades, he has not had a good time and has been condemned by his conscience.

"Quick, help me to the front room"

Old Man Zhao became a little crazy, as if he was going to do something that couldn't be delayed for half a second.

"What's wrong with you, sir?"

The old housekeeper pushed the wheelchair over and helped the old man sit on it.

Old man Zhao just urged him to the front room, and soon a group of people followed the old man's request and took him to the front room of Zhao's house.

In the front room, Old Man Zhao looked up at the beam, a piece of red cloth wrapped in a bone-like thing, hanging high on the beam, the light was dim, as if it was a woman's tears in the corner of her eyes, and there was a strange evil aura.

"Someone, take it down"

As soon as Old Man Zhao said this, everyone was stunned, and the housekeeper said in fear: "Master, you can explain back then, no one can touch the red heart wood on it, if you touch it, it will affect the feng shui of the Zhao family, and it will lead to a disaster of blood and light."

"Take it down"

Old Man Zhao pointed to Fang Liang tremblingly, his eyes were full of complexity, and the blood stains on his forehead stained his wrinkled face, which looked hideous and terrifying.

The housekeeper didn't dare to say a word, so he could only order someone to take down the fifty-year-old red heart wood that hung high on the beam.

"Take, take"

Old Man Zhao stretched out his hands, and his hands trembled extremely, as if he had used all his strength to receive this red heart wood in his hands.

"Xinlan, Xinlan, it's me who is sorry for you, it's me who is sorry"

Old Man Zhao held the red heart wood in both hands, and instantly lost control, crying loudly, crying at a loss.

"Grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong with you,"

"Master, are you alright?"

The people around him were overwhelmed, this night, there were enough things, and finally everything had to pass, and the old man came again.

"Go out, all of you go out"

The old man waved his hand to everyone, everyone, look at me, I look at you, so he could only retreat obediently and leave the old man alone in the house.

After everyone left, Old Man Zhao carefully held the red heart wood, like holding some baby bump, for fear of breaking it.

His eyes were full of freak love.

"Xinlan, it's been fifty years, are you okay, I just wanted to keep you by my side forever, stay in our Zhao family"

"But I was wrong, I'm sorry for you, I didn't protect you when you were alive, and after you died, I didn't bury you, I'm ashamed of you"

Not only did she not bury her, but she was about to crush people's bones and scatter ashes.

Old Man Zhao said heartbreakingly, his old face was crying, and inside the red heart wood was the woman he loved most in his life.

The elegant and chrysanthemumless woman in his memory, with the passage of time, made him almost unable to remember her appearance, but she was still imprinted in the deepest part of the old man's heart.

In his life, the only thing he is sorry for is her, and the unborn child in her womb.

When the family snake came to retaliate, when the Zhao family began to die, the old man Zhao knew that this dusty past would see the light again, and the debt owed would be repaid.

Suddenly, Heartwood seemed to have wings, suddenly broke free of his hands, and flew out.

"Xinlan, Xinlan"

Old Man Zhao rolled down from the wheelchair directly, looking at the red heart wood suspended in the air, his eyes were full of horror.

"Xinlan, is that you?"

Old Man Zhao was faintly excited.

"You should go down and ask her for forgiveness"

In the empty room, when everyone was not there, only Old Man Zhao, but at this time, a strange and cold voice appeared.

I don't know when, in front of Old Man Zhao, there was a brilliant gold and silver snake standing with his head held high, and those snake eyes looked at him coldly.

"The Snake King"

Old Man Zhao suddenly felt nervous like a stone, prostrate on the ground, and was sincerely afraid.