For about half an hour, Chen Zhe's mind was empty.

He fumbled beside the bed.

Only empty cigarette cases.

Took a shower.

The scalp is stimulated by the cold water and the blood circulates, and it is only then that I feel a little more energetic.

Oh, yes.

I should have thought of it a long time ago.

Chen Zhe held his face with both hands and exhaled deeply.

Seventeen years ago, the monsters of Luo Yanshan attacked, and Shanan Town was bleeding, which led to the introduction of many immigrants in the local area, such as Liu Xinyan's family, who moved later.

Seventeen years ago, he also lost his parents at that time, and was adopted by Uncle Xia and Aunt Xia from the age of one.

Chen Zhe did notice it.

But all he could think of was that his parents should be the victims at that time.

"Sinners?"

Unspeakable emotions said these two words, and Chen Zhe smiled.

He punched the wall, grinning at the corners of his mouth.

"Sinner son?!"

Chen Zhe didn't believe it, let alone believe it, and in a trance, the words of the mysterious old woman at the summer festival rang in his ears.

His pupils shrank, and Chen Zhe rushed out of the room door and ran to the attic on the top floor.

Stomp and tread.

Hurried footsteps sounded.

At this time, there was no one else in the family but him.

In the triangular attic, a rusty door bolt blocked Chen Zhe, with five or six iron locks on it.

Chen Zhe pulled it down, and it was difficult to pull it off.

The locks were rusty and peeled off, clogged with keyholes, and couldn't be opened even if they found the key.

Uncle Xia explained that it was full of old things they brought from their ancestral house, so don't go inside if you have nothing to do.

Chen Zhe suddenly wanted to go in one night some time ago, but was hurriedly stopped by Aunt Ah Fen, looking at her exaggerated demeanor, Chen Zhe realized that they didn't want to let him enter this place.

At this moment, Chen Zhe's first reaction was to enter this ancestral house.

"Deceitful art, burst. Chen Zhe pointed at everything, and a rope wrapped around the door lock suddenly exploded.

This rope bondage skill, which has been upgraded to level 2, triggers a trickery technique with a power coefficient of 62 points at the door lock, Chen Zhe narrowed the explosion range as much as possible, and still exploded the door lock and shattered the small half of the door.

The earthquake caused cracks to appear in the walls on the side.

A smell of acidic dust rushed into the nasal passages.

It was pitch black, Chen Zhe lit a candle, and saw several black and white hanging elephants in front of him, which should be Uncle Xia's elders.

Some of the miscellaneous iron plough utensils have the commemorative significance of the old life.

"Bang dang. ”

I don't know what I kicked on my foot, and there was a sharp sound.

Chen Zhe slowly moved the candle over, and the fire light lit up the ground under his feet, a metal photo frame, and the photos in it were already yellowed.

A young man and woman, snuggling up to each other, laughing and holding their one-year-old child in their arms, in the background in front of the big banyan tree in Poplar Street.

The man is a little handsome, and his eyes are bright.

The woman is gentle and considerate, and there is a beauty similar to Liu Xinyan in her eyes.

The little boy held the spoon and smiled happily.

The time in the lower right corner is frozen on a certain day seventeen years ago.

Without looking closely, Chen Zhe recognized the little boy in the photo as him, and his facial features happened to inherit the advantages of his parents.

A tear fell on the frame.

Chen Zhe immediately wiped his eyes, his gaze fixed again, and carefully examined the envelope that fell out of the back of the frame after he kicked it.

There are wrinkles in the corners of the envelope, which should have been opened by Uncle Xia and Aunt Xia.

Chen Zhe sat down with his legs crossed.

Candlelight, illuminated and pulled out the stationery.

[Chen Zhe, my child.]

By the time you read this letter, Dad and Mom, who loves you the most, have gone to a distant land.

Don't be sad.

Don't be upset.

You've grown up to be strong as a man.

Dad didn't regret making that choice.

A race is going through turmoil, we are being favored by the gods of fortune, but the people are being treated ignorantly, and the scythe of judgment is approaching our necks.

There are many truths in the world that we need to discover.

The truth that is not understood becomes spurned.

And the lie has become the truth that fools the people.

My son, you have a philosophical word in your name, a sustenance from a suffering father who wants you to lift the fog that hangs over the world.

To do the last step that my father failed to complete.

After writing this letter, I entrust your Uncle Xia to hand it over to you when you become an adult, if you have become a martial artist, go and open the photo frame, there is a heavy responsibility related to the survival of mankind waiting for you.

If you don't embark on the path of martial arts, burn that letter quickly, and don't let it fall into someone else's hands.

Especially a terrorist group called Razor!]

"Razor?"

Chen Zhe was stunned, and a chill rising from the bottom of his heart numbed his back.

The letter was not very much, but it set off a storm.

Seventeen years ago.

What happened to my father!

Shouldn't he and his mother be a pair of ordinary townspeople, why did they see such shocking words in the content of the letter?

Chen Zhe's fingers trembled a little.

Humanity, life and death?

He didn't think that his father was talking nonsense, at most he felt that it was an exaggeration, but Chen Zhe was shocked after seeing the word "tail razor".

He looked up so much information, but he didn't see any news about the Razor Organization.

But I didn't want to, I saw it in a last letter from my father seventeen years ago.

The photo frame was completely disassembled, and a piece of stationery as hard as iron appeared in sight, and Chen Zhe's fingers flicked down, making a crisp sound of metal.

The letter was pitch black and devoid of any text.

"Could it be that Uncle Xia and they were afraid that I would be in danger and erased the contents of the letter?" Chen Zhe subconsciously guessed.

He shook the letter paper on the candle a few times, but no words appeared.

I poured a little water, and it didn't change.

Suddenly, Chen Zhe thought of his father's advice, and a magical power wrapped around his fingertips, and was sucked in the moment he touched the letter.

"Sure enough!" Chen Zhe's eyes narrowed.

The black paste of the paper peeled off, and a piece of letter paper stained with blood marks appeared.

The dark red blood mark touched Chen Zhe's heart.

He took a deep breath before scanning his gaze to the words on the paper, which were sloppy, with a few large pens in some places, as if they were writing in anxiety as he ran.

[My child, I'm glad you've become a warrior.] Being able to unlock the hidden runes on the letter proves that you have a good initial grasp of power.

But I'm sorry I don't have much time to say a few congratulatory words to you.

A mutated monster is coming after me, this beast, he recently took your mother's life and killed many of the top ten powerhouses in the city.

Swear to my child that I will stop it from slaughtering the townsfolk before I die.

Now, let me tell you how little time I have left.

The appearance of Luo Yanshan is not a change in heaven and earth.

It's artificial!

These damn monsters, as hateful as they are, are just puppets to be manipulated.

There's a group of alien creatures we don't know about, trying to overturn the established pattern of humanity.

It is difficult to match the existing martial arts power in our world.

Luckily, they can't come for the time being due to some restrictions that I don't know yet.

Kid, we don't just have magical powers.

After all, magic energy has only appeared in modern times.

We have all forgotten the forces that come from deep within us that truly belong to us as human beings. And a small group of those who have ancient blood flowing are the most powerful, the only hole cards that can resist those alien creatures.

Bloody power!

...

(Thick bloodstains, still visible more than 10 years later)

And also.

Yan Biao?

The man betrayed us.

Don't rush to take revenge on Yan Biao, you will never be his opponent until you have mastered the power of mad blood. The most important thing you should do is to hurry up and improve your strength and rush to Luo Yan Mountain before the next demon tide appears. To rush to Luo Yan Mountain before the scorching red turns purple and the clouds are like honeycombs.

I can sense that you must have more mad blood in your body than I do!

Finally, never let the razor tissue come near you.

After years of dormancy in this organization, I know all too well that they are not the ones who can save this dangerous world.

Those people.

It's dangerous...]

By the end of the day, the handwriting was very blurry, with some blood spots, and the content of the story had lost its connectivity, and it was the father in danger who wrote whatever he wanted.

Chen Zhe's eyes were full of consternation.

Bloody power!

This thing, which puzzled him along with the Razor Organization, did not want to appear again in his father's last letter.

And in the razor tissue dormant for years?

Could it be that my father was once a member of the Razor Society.

There is also a letter mentioning Yan Biao's betrayal.

Chen Zhe clenched his fists, could the guy with the same name and surname in the letter be the Yan Biao who wanted to persecute him at this moment?