In the village full of corpses, Ling Yun was in a trance, and staggered towards the small earthen house, he knew that under the blood curtain, there might be no survivors except himself.

As he walked, Ling Yun looked around from time to time, as if reminiscing about the good old days in the village.

"Grandpa, sister!" Ling Yun's heart was heavy, and after he walked outside the small earthen house, it was difficult for his feet to be lifted. Because of my sister, my grandfather's body may be lying in the house.

"Come in, we're not dead!" Just as Ling Yun stopped, an old voice came from inside the room.

"Grandpa, sister, are you okay?" Ling Yunchu thought he was hallucinating when he heard the old man's voice, but then, endless joy came to his heart, and he immediately rushed into the earthen house.

The first thing that catches your eye is the figure of the old man in the house, with a sense of twilight in the arrogance, and then the girl lying quietly on the side.

"Grandpa, sister!" Although he saw the old man and the girl with his own eyes, Ling Yun seemed to feel that this was a dream, and with his shout, Ling Yun clearly knew that this was not a dream, grandpa, sister was fine!

"Lingyun comes with me, now you are not young, there are some things you should know!" The old man looked at Lingyun Dao with deep eyes. After that, we walked towards the head of the village.

"Hmm. Ling Yun looked at the girl lying on the chair, her pink cheeks revealed a healthy flush, she should be fine.

Looking at the old man walking towards the entrance of the village, countless doubts suddenly appeared in Ling Yun's heart. That young man's blood curtain, Ling Yun naturally knew that it was powerful, but his grandfather actually ......

Step!

One old and one young, one after the other, walked on the road leading to the entrance of the village, their feet lightly stepping on the earth, making a gentle footstep sound.

Withered corpses were all around, and the frightened faces of their pre-death faces could be faintly seen. Time passed slowly, and the old man stopped when he walked to the entrance of the village.

"Do you have a lot of questions for me to answer?" the old man stopped and looked at the distant horizon.

Ling Yun, who was following the old man, stopped and nodded, at this time in his eyes, the old man seemed to have changed, and he couldn't say what had changed.

"I'll show you something first, see clearly. The old man turned around and faced Ling Yun Dao.

Before Ling Yun could speak, there was a fluctuation of aura on the old man's body!

"Grandpa, it's actually a monk too!" Ling Yun was shocked, since he could remember, Grandpa seemed to be just a kind old man, no different from ordinary people.

But what was even more shocking was that when the aura emerged from the old man's body, wisps of black silk slowly appeared on the old man's forehead, entangled in his sea of consciousness.

The moment the black silk appeared, in the mysterious space in Ling Yun's body, the forehead of Ling Yun's huge golden soul body sitting cross-legged actually fluctuated violently.

"It's exactly the same as the black silk on my body!" Ling Yun looked at the old man's forehead in a daze, where he felt the same as the black silk that wrapped around his soul body, but it seemed to be much weaker than his black silk.

"This is not black silk, this is a curse!" said the old man when the black silk on his forehead fully appeared.

"Curse?" Ling Yun hadn't heard of it, but he also knew that it was something bad, so he immediately asked suspiciously. Black silk wrapped around his soul, making him feel as if he had a bomb with him, but he didn't know when it would explode.

"The curse was created by the ancient witch clan, and the ancient clans were afraid of it. The only way to crack the curse is to find the sorcerer of the curse and let it be lifted, and it is almost impossible to crack it!" the old man's face was gloomy.

"Wu Clan, where is Grandpa Wu Clan now?" Ling Yun asked.

"The Witch may no longer exist. The old man said.

"If the Wicans don't exist, then where does the curse come from?"

"It's not a curse on us, it's a curse on you. The curse on me was passed on to me by you. The old man dispersed his aura, and suddenly the cursed black silk on his forehead also returned to the sea of knowledge at this time.

"Then where is the curse on me?" Ling Yun asked, looking at the old man.

"I don't know, because I just adopted you, and I took you out of a mysterious place. Your curse is already there. The old man slowly uttered the answer he did not want to say.

Like thunder in his ears, Ling Yun was silent, in fact, in the weird space, when he saw the golden soul, he already had a guess, he had no blood relationship with the old man, after all, no human soul is gray, and his soul is golden!

"You guessed it, too. Actually, I'm not exactly a Terran. The old man saw Ling Yun silently and said. However, Ling Yun only thought that the old man comforted him.

"Son, two more people are coming. At this moment, the old man looked at the distant sky.

Ling Yun was silent.

A moment later, the sound of breaking through the sky was heard from two different skies.

On the side of the sky, a red diamond danced, like a fiery red dragon wandering the heavens and the earth, the speed was extremely fast, and there was a whirring sound of breaking wind everywhere it passed, and there was a red lady standing on it with frowning eyebrows and a slightly anxious expression.

On the other side of the sky, it seems that a pool of blood is flowing rushing towards it, full of unparalleled domineering, and on the blood pool stands a red-haired young man with murderous intent, and the pool of blood is like a bloody red eye when it skims the sky, and it is fascinating to look at.

Just in the blink of an eye, the two rushed to the entrance of the village in no particular order.

"Fifth son! Wang Hong!"

"Matchmaker!"

After the two met, they were both stunned, obviously not knowing why the other party came here. Although they saw an old man and a young man standing at the entrance of the village, they ignored it.

"Why didn't the fifth prince practice in retreat?"

"Ben Shao's blood slave was killed, so naturally he has to come here. Why are you here?" Wang Hong stood on the pool of blood, looking at the dried corpses all over the village, and then at the old and young at the entrance of the village, his voice containing murderous intent.

"I'm here looking for someone. Also looking at the old and young people standing in front of the village, the matchmaker showed a trace of joy, but he covered it up well.

"There must be no one you are looking for here, because all the people here will die!"

"Hehe! since there is none, forget it," the matchmaker smiled.

"Boy, kill this young blood slave, it's not a small courage!" Wang Hong saw Ling Yun before he came to the entrance of the village, but because the matchmaker was there, he didn't make a move immediately, because he knew that the identity of the matchmaker was not simple, and he didn't dare to slack off. Immediately, a vast coercion that could only be found by a Qi Sea Realm cultivator rushed out of Wang Hong's body and pressed towards Ling Yun. The coercion is like a sea of waves, and each wave of coercion is also increasing.

"Kneel for Ben Shao now!" Wang Hong pointed out, and the vast spiritual energy suddenly gathered, turning into an arm-thick spiritual finger, hitting Ling Yun's legs.

With the help of Hongling, the matchmaker suspended in the air did not show the slightest sign of making a move, but stared at the old man beside Ling Yun like a torch, and she dared to receive the familiar breath belonging to Uncle Tu in him.

"You are the one behind the killing of the villagers!" the silent Ling Yun looked at Wang Hong, and anger surged into his heart again. The coercion of the sea could not make him kneel. Facing the rushing finger, Ling Yun felt a life-and-death crisis from it.