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It wasn't until the slamming off behind him that Zhuo Wen came back to his senses, and his hands couldn't help but clench even tighter.

With the help of the faint oil lamp, in this dark environment, Zhuo Wen quietly looked at the rickety figure in front of him.

Plop, plop, his heart was beating nonstop, cold sweat was slow, Zhuo Wen didn't say a word, or simply said that he didn't have the heart to speak, and he didn't know what to say at all.

"Are you Zhuo Wen? Sure enough, you are the elite of my Zhuo family..."The atmosphere was silent for a while, and the old voice came out, with hoarseness.

However, Zhuo Gang's praise, Zhuo Wen was not happy at all.

He kept his eyes open, staring intently at this old man, even if the sweat fell on his eyes, he didn't dare to blink, for fear that that moment of darkness would become his own eternity!

Zhuo Gang's rickety figure turned around, revealing an amiable old face.

"You may be seated. Zhuo Gang pointed to the two futons, and when he spoke, he had already sat on one of them.

"This old man, is it Zhuo Gang?" Looking at the old man in front of him who seemed to be the grandfather next door, to be honest, if it weren't for the violent tremor of the branch in his heart, Zhuo Wen wouldn't even think that he would bring danger to himself.

However, the experience of escaping death countless times has already told Zhuo Wen that the warning of the branch before death has never been falsely reported! The old man in front of him is an extremely dangerous person!

The trembling of the branch before death shook Zhuo Wen's thoughts, and this strong tremor made him feel that he had already stepped into the ghost gate with half a foot.

Secretly gritting his teeth, Zhuo Wen still chose to sit down on the futon opposite him, he had no choice but to hope that the boat would be straight when it reached the bridge.

"Zhuo Wen has seen his uncle. Under pressure, Zhuo Wen bowed.

"Hehe, Uncle Clan, is it the first time someone calls the old man that. Zhuo Gang smiled, still looking like a kind old man, however, the trembling of Zhuo Wen's heart before death did not stop at all, not even a trace of weakening.

"Dog day, why am I so unlucky!" Zhuo Wen's heart burned like fire, and he gritted his teeth secretly, originally thinking that playing a family card would reduce the old man's killing intent somewhat, but he didn't expect that it would be useless at all!

Where did he provoke him, so that he had such a deep murderous intent towards himself? Zhuo Wen couldn't figure it out.

"Do you want tea?" Zhuo Gang said, already taking a few sips of tea by himself, with a leisurely and leisurely look.

"Uh... I'm not thirsty..."Glancing around, Zhuo Wen was looking for an opportunity to break through, his life was almost gone, how could he have any heart to drink tea?

The coming of danger made Zhuo Wen's mind spin rapidly, constantly thinking of ways to get out.

It's a pity that no matter what thoughts are derived from his heart, they are all denied by the pre-death branches, that is, no matter what he does now, he will inevitably die!

So far, Zhuo Wen can only pretend to be stupid: "Uncle, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Young man, do you have a dream, or is there anything you want to do but can't? ”

Zhuo Gang smiled, a picture of an elder who seemed to be enlightening the next generation, however, these words were very bad in Zhuo Wen's ears, what a ** dream, this is clearly letting himself say his last words!

I'm afraid that after I finish speaking, it will be my own death.

Between breaths, Zhuo Wen felt that all he inhaled was a biting cold.

Am I dying? No way!

I still have a lot of things to do, and some promises that I haven't promised, so how can I die like this?

In his mind, a white-clothed figure gradually drifted away, saying that he wanted to keep up with her, how could he stop there?

Zhuo Wen was very unwilling, but what could this be? In the face of absolute crushing strength, even if he was wise, he would undoubtedly become a chicken rib at this moment.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Zhuo Wen said, "I do have a dream. ”

"Oh, what is that?" Zhuo Gang smiled.

"That's... If you can... I hope that I will live a long life. Zhuo Wen scratched his head and said.

When Zhuo Gang heard Zhuo Wen's words, his smile froze obviously, and Zhuo Wen could even see a trace of speechlessness on his face, but soon, he laughed again.

"It's a good dream to live a long life. Zhuo Gang raised his head and sighed lightly: "Speaking of which, the old man's dream is the same as yours." ”

"I heard that my uncle's realm has reached the peak of his intentions, logically speaking, with your cultivation in this realm, let alone a hundred years old, I'm afraid it won't be a problem to live another three or four hundred years, right?"

Zhuo Wen pretended to be puzzled on the surface, but in fact, he deliberately used dialogue to delay time, and secretly, he was still thinking about a way to get out.

As long as Zhuo Gang hasn't started to attack himself, he won't give up the opportunity to find life, even if he knows that there is little hope.

"Normally, this is true, but it's a long story, the old man's situation is very different from that of ordinary artistic conception painters, and I'm afraid it won't last long..."

Zhuo Gang took the tea, suddenly looked at the hollow by the door with a fine warm sun, and sighed lightly, Zhuo Wen At this time, he actually saw a touch of sadness on his face, not only sadness, but also a hint of... Dead air!

A dying old man's dying dead air... This shouldn't have happened to a living person, but Zhuo Wen saw it in this old man.

Maybe it's because of the relationship between the branches before death, as the inheritor of the Great Dao, Zhuo Wen found that he seemed to be able to see anyone's before death, and through this ability, he knew that the old man in front of him might die soon.

"Young man, the old man will tell you a story. Although he was talking to Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Gang's eyes and thoughts obviously drifted into the distance.

"About sixty or seventy years ago, the old man was still a concubine of the Zhuo family......" Zhuo Gang recounted his past in order, but the killing intent never faded, and Zhuo Wen was speechless, and he couldn't help but be full of doubts.

If you want to kill, you will kill, what is the purpose of this old man telling himself this?

Although he had doubts, Zhuo Wen didn't plan for him and let him speak.

Zhuo Gang's story started from the time he met Liang Ji and ended until he became the lord of Yancheng.

is similar to what Zhuo Wen heard from the outside, but through Zhuo Gang's mouth, Zhuo Wen also learned some unknown secrets about him.

It turned out that after Liang Ji died, in order to take revenge on the powerful enemy Yan Hao, Zhuo Gang comprehended the skill of "fishing with all his might" in a desperate situation.

This skill allowed his cultivation speed to develop rapidly, allowing him to destroy the Yan family with his ordinary talent and finally replace him.

However, the rapid upgrade also brought a powerful side effect, that is, the consumption of life. (To be continued.) )