The man had already started his posture, intending to slash Zhu Luan under the sword without hesitation, but when he suddenly heard this call, he made a move, and the whole person was frozen in place.

"Cousin?" The man in front of him and the woman in the room repeated Zhu Luan's words at the same time.

"This girl," although the murderous aura on the man's body was not as strong as just now, the tip of the sword was still pointed directly at Zhu Luan, "You can't recognize it indiscriminately," he sneered, "Now that you have broken into here, even if you kneel down and call grandpa, it is useless, and the damned person still deserves to die." ”

He lowered his body, and the tip of his sword stabbed at Zhu Luan with a flicker.

Zhu Luan stumbled on the soles of his feet and dodged.

"Interesting," a muffled laugh came from behind the bronze mask, "it seems that he has no realm at all, but he is familiar with fighting against people." ”

"You are also very interesting," another sword stabbed him, this time Zhu Luan stood still, a dodge, and the man stabbed in the air again, "Obviously, you have been living underground, and you can still practice such kung fu, you really deserve to be a descendant of the Zhu family." ”

"No, that's not right," Zhu Luan changed his words, "It should be said that it is worthy of being the last lineage of the Zhu family." ”

"Who the hell are you? Who commanded you to come? Hearing the conversation between the two, the woman in the room screamed.

The man's pupils shrank, his sword moves became more and more fierce, and Zhu Luan's dodge became more and more difficult.

"Sss The sword sliced through her sleeve and grazed her arm. She immediately covered the wound and extinguished the flames in the palm of her hand.

"What's your name?" Zhu Luan asked breathlessly while dodging.

"I don't dare to tell you, what if I kill you in a while, and you become a ghost and seek revenge on me," the man said lightly.

"How come," Zhu Luan said with a smile, "No matter how you look at it, it's more like a ghost on your side." ”

In the secret room with a lot of underground organs, the whole person is covered so tightly, and he is wearing a strange-looking bronze mask, this weird appearance, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a ghost.

"My name is Zhu Ying," Zhu Luan introduced himself, "the third grandson of the first British Duke Zhu Hong, the concubine of the fourth British Duke Zhu Zhai, and the niece of the fifth British Duke." ”

The voice of the girl Qing Lingling echoed in the quiet secret room.

The man who was stabbing at Zhu Luan's vital point with a sword slammed again, "Fourth? ”

"Yes, my father is the cousin of Zhu Hao, the third British duke," Zhu Luan looked at the man in front of him, and could only judge his emotions from the eyes that appeared in the mask.

The man's eyes flickered a few times, then turned into nothingness.

"So what?" He seemed to be saying to himself, "Since you broke in without knowing whether you were alive or dead, and discovered this secret, you must die." ”

"Why?" Zhu Luan continued to look at the man in front of her, as if she was talking to herself, "It's obviously a treasure, but it can't be seen by others, so it can only be buried in the ground," her gaze was like substance, as if she wanted to see a hole in the thick clothes of the man in front of her.

"Can you take off your clothes and show me," she asked suddenly, staring at the overly tight man in front of her.

As soon as the words fell, she noticed that the man's body trembled slightly for a moment, as if he had been pierced by something.

"Girls, why are you so open-mouthed," the man shook his head, "I just want to pick up a man's clothes." ”

He's hiding something.

Zhu Luan frowned slightly. The man's attack became impatient, and the long sword whirred in the air, as if he would not stop until Zhu Luan was dismantled.

"It's just a matter of taking off your clothes," Zhu Luan struggled to dodge, "I'm not ashamed of a woman, what are you afraid of." ”

The change happened in a short moment, the man held the long sword in his hand, opened and closed and pounced towards Zhu Luan, but the side of Zhu Luan's body did not dodge as quickly as before, but avoided its edge and then approached it, the man realized that it was too late, and the secret room sounded the sound of a hidden weapon breaking in the air, followed by the tearing sound of the clothes breaking, and finally the clanging sound of the metal impact.

The short knife in the Xuantie bracer shot out, slanting along the man's shoulder, cutting a long hole in the arms and clothes on the shoulder, Zhu Luan grabbed the man's sleeve tightly, and under the force of the two of them, the man's clothes were torn, and the entire sleeve was torn off, and then a short knife hit the knotted buckle next to the mask on the man's face, and the confinement behind the mask was removed, and as soon as the knotted buckle was loosened, the cold and heavy bronze mask fell off the man's face, and then rolled to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The air all around me seemed to freeze.

It all happened so quickly that after a series of continuous sounds, the man realized that his clothes and mask had been peeled off, and he was like a skinned beast, with a suppressed roar from the bottom of his throat.

"Brother!" The woman inside exclaimed, and then there was a sound of footsteps, as if trying to get out of the house.

"Don't come here!" The man yelled, and then he slowly raised his head.

Zhu Luan held her breath, and then, after that sound, she saw ......

A ghost.

The figure in front of him was undoubtedly a human, but it had a terrifying face.

The man's face and exposed arms were all covered with black birthmarks and dark purple sarcomas, which swelled and deformed the body that should have been well-contoured.

It looks like an ugly ghost fetus from folklore.

It looks especially terrifying in the gloomy chamber.

"What? Too scared to speak? A familiar voice came. The man's eyes had turned blood-red, and he roughly pulled the pieces of clothing on the ground and wrapped them around his body, then put the mask back on.

"You...... Is it like this since childhood? Zhu Luan asked.

"So what?" The man with the mask on seemed to calm down.

"I see." Zhu Luan groaned.

It was just a guess on her part that she called him cousin before, but she didn't expect it to be the case.

For Bai Lao Taijun, the most precious thing is the descendants of the descendants, and all the adult descendants of the British Mansion have been confirmed to be dead. In terms of genealogy, the third British duke Zhu Hao has no children and grandchildren, but in fact, before his death, he and his wife had a child. The mother was bleeding profusely, and eventually both mother and son died.

Now it seems that if it is really as the rumors say, it is not one corpse with two lives, but one corpse with three lives, and the Duchess was pregnant with a pair of twins.

Zhu Luan looked at the man in front of him with heavy eyes.

The images of the black birthmarks and ugly tumors she had just glimpsed remained in her mind.

And this is probably the culprit of one corpse and three lives back then.

Imagine what mother would not collapse when she saw that she had given birth to such a child after giving birth with all her might? Even if these two children survived, how could the British government dare to admit these two children and grandchildren?

Originally, the rumors of the curse of the British public murder and the curse of the descendants of the British public were all over the place, but now if it is known that the Duchess of the Kingdom actually gave birth to a pair of ghost fetuses, the British Duchess is estimated to be condemned to death.

"You ......" Zhu Luan was about to speak, when footsteps suddenly came from outside the corridor.

"Miss! Miss! ”