"O god of cruelty, what a heavy foot you have trampled on the entire Yujiabao!" Grandma knelt in the direction of the door and complained strongly.

Han Qian stood up and sighed heavily. "Silver Bell, Grandma. Go build a firestand. "It will take a lot of time to burn these corpses." Zijing, let's go to the cellar and have a look. ”

Yu Zijing stood up with empty eyes.

Han Qian and Yu Zi were quiet in the corner of the kitchen, walking down the stairs.

The cellar is about 100 square meters. It is made of large stone slabs. Whether it is the weapon rack that has fallen crookedly to the ground, or the ancient carved jade that has been broken and broken, there are still great misfortunes that have just been looted.

Yu Zijing walked around the cellar twice as if her soul had been stripped of her soul.

With a heavy heart, Han Qian also searched around. See if there's anything the killers forgot to take or if something was left behind by accident.

She searched almost every corner of the cellar, and this group of people took everything away like the British and French troops invading the Old Summer Palace, and smashed everything that could not be taken~

Yu Hanqian and Yu Zijing didn't find anything, except for a stomach of loss.

Loved ones died tragically, and wealth was robbed. Yu Zijing knew that she had become an orphan, so she squatted on the ground and cried again.

Han Qian didn't know what to say, a 180-year-old boy was so fragile at the moment. The helplessness of the real situation made her completely unsure of what to say to be comforted. At this moment, no matter what comfort is pale.

She turned around alone and climbed the stairs.

Yinling and Grandma had already set up the fire, and Han Qian ordered the two to burn the corpse, anyway, the 'orderly' had already come and inspected the corpse.

Han Qian took the iron and dug a pit in the backyard. Then he called Yu Zijing and carried Yu Zhiqi and Pan Youfan to the pit. They are going to bury these two people who were once together in the clouds.

"Wait." A dull voice stopped him.

The sister and brother looked towards Fang Wen, who had heard the voice, and saw a middle-aged woman walking towards them with two soul locking slaves.

Yinling and Grandma also followed.

Han Qian didn't know this person, but her eyes kept falling on Pan Youfan. She guessed that it should be Pan Youfan's mother.

The woman walked up to Pan Youfan's corpse and squatted down gracefully, "Fan'er, you are still so beautiful and young, you haven't had time to play the privileges given by God to women, and you haven't had time to be a mother, why were you abandoned by the great god Xiba." The woman said as she touched Pan Youfan's cold cheeks with her hand.

"God Sibal, how can you ravage my children so much? Let the plague of blood light befall her? The woman looked at the heavens, which were as blue as the eyes of death, and her tears were like raindrops that had just fallen after thunder.

The wind blew, and the leaves by the pit rustled. like a poor woman's defender. answered her sorrowful sorrow.

She immediately stood up, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and patted the wrinkled cheongsam on her body.

Calmly, he turned back to the soul locker and said, "Carry the young lady away." ”

Yu Zijing is preparing to stop it, you must know that there is no harmony, which means that Pan Youfan is the Yu family in life and the Yu family ghost in death. Even if you go to the underworld, you must be loyal to the Yu family. Why, the Pan family, want to take away the ghosts of the Yu family?

Han Qian blocked Yu Zijing and asked the other party to take away the body of Pan Youfan, who was already cold.

"Sister?" Yu Zijing didn't understand, his sister has always been frank and protective of people, and the image of being sensible is in his heart.

"If the stepmother doesn't return to her parents' house, her whole family will also suffer a bloody disaster." She said as she looked at the backs of the three people who were far away. Someone must have threatened the Pan family, or they themselves had an insight into something.

I don't want to be with the Yu family anymore, to be precise, I no longer have anything to do with Yu Hanqian.

It's okay, it's better to have more than one thing anyway.

The sisters and brothers buried Yu Zhiqi alone.

After taking care of these things, Han Qian prepared to go back to the Immortal Pavilion. Yu Zijing kept showing an unspeakable look, constantly shaking in front of her.

Han Qian remembered, so he took out 10,000 condor tickets and gave it to him. "It's only this once, you have to find a way to solve the lack of Condor coins in the future."

Without his parents, it would not be so easy for Yu Zijing, who was not high in spiritual roots, to practice, and he could only return to the barracks.

Unless, Yu Zijing can think of a way to provide for the expenses on this road.

Grandma stayed behind to guard Yujiabao, which is now an empty shell, and Han Qian warned Yu Zijing not to do anything to Grandma again and left under the night.

Silver Bell and the coachman rode a horse and followed behind Han Qian.

******

The next day, Han Qian had just returned to the Immortal Pavilion, and not far from the exit of the Immortal Mountain, he saw George Streamer and Li Shuge.

The two of them were sitting by the stream, smiling lightly, their faces like the sunshine of the golden autumn season, full of joy bestowed by the god of harvest.

In the cold and shallow body, it was like the god of violence coming. She runs really angry...

Just then, someone grabbed her hand that was about to be violent.

Hu Xuecheng pulled Han Qian, who was a little unstable, back to his disciple's room.

"Senior sister, at breakfast, I heard Senior Sister Yin say, something happened to your family, senior brother is sorry, I didn't have time to know, if not, I will accompany you back to Yujiabao." His face was full of apologies, and he had only heard Yin Xixi say this morning that she was the first person in the Immortal Pavilion to know about such an unfortunate encounter.

"Thank you for your concern, I want to go back to my room."

Hu Xuecheng looked at the person he once liked, so sad, and rejected people thousands of miles away, it was really distressing. But there was nothing he could do to help her. He couldn't help it.

This environment is really cruel.

Han Qian went back to the room and lay down, she felt so tired that she just wanted to sleep with her head covered.

Think more: Don't argue with me about right and wrong, it's irrelevant.

At that moment, there was another knock on the door.

The cold light quilt covers the head, as if the quilt is a safe firmament. It's a paradise that separates everything from the outside.

Ji Yujie walked in like a shoe without dust, he didn't think that the quilt was the warmest place, on the contrary, it was the most dangerous place. If you stay for a long time, it is easy to wear down a person's will.

For a person with a mission on his back, the gradual numbness of the goal is an extremely terrible thing. And pain is the best way to stay awake.

He stood in front of the window in the shallow room, with his hands behind his back, his face like still water and clear and mysterious eyes, looking at the peaks and mountains outside the window.

In the room, quiet, empty, self-aware. Both of them held unspeakable sadness and solemnity.

After a while, Han Qian lifted the warm quilt and got out of bed.

She stood beside him.

Also looking out the window, "What's the matter with me?" She asked coldly.

Ji Yujie still looked out the window, "The matter of that girl's identity has been done." I have taken her to that house. There wasn't a ripple in his voice.

In addition, I will give you 100,000 Condor tickets first, which should be enough for some time. ”