"Whew......"

Black fog, a dense black fog that does not allow the slightest light.

The faint roar of the beast was mixed with chaos and madness, and in the black fog it was only fangs and claws.

Zhang Leyao couldn't see the form clearly, only a pair of blood-red eyes, the eyes were intricately mixed with brutality and disorder, which was different from any demon beast she had ever seen.

...... What about the guards?

...... What about offerings?

Where did the people go?

She hid by the rocks, curled up and shivering. She is just a small induction period monk, not to mention a demon, even if it is ten strong men who have practiced martial arts, she can be powerless.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

"Tuk Tuk ......"

The footsteps of the owner of those eyes slowly faded away.

Zhang Leyao silently poked her head out, breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally avoided that thing.

The sky was raining, sparse and a little warm, and even her mind relaxed.

Wait a minute...... How can this rain be warm......

She was instantly overwhelmed by great fear, and turned her head with a shudder.

- A huge evil creature that could no longer be called a demon wolf bloomed with petal-like mouthparts, and countless fleshy whiskers stretched out from the mouthparts, shouting and spreading the purest chaos, devouring her in an instant, and leaving no chance for her to be infected and alienated, only salivation......

"Ahhhh

Zhang Leyao woke up on the chariot, she was one of the people who ran away from Shenxia in the big house, this time her father was ill and sent her back to her hometown to worship her ancestors.

She picked up the bronze mirror and saw only a pale face soaked in sweat. She lifted the curtain again and shouted in horror:

"Zhao Xianfeng, Li Xianfeng, are you here?"

"What's the matter, little lady?"

The two ministers of law came forward together and were very concerned about her.

"None...... No problem......"

The Zhongtian Great Realm does not know the geometry, and it is vast. Lantian from Shenxia to Xiantang is really tired, even after several teleportation portals, plus the Miscellaneous Blood Demon Mara, he has been away from home for more than ten days.

The two offerings were only when Zhang Leyao was not in good condition.

Zhang Leyao looked at the two offerings outside the curtain, and then looked at the two teams of guards next to him, and then he was relieved.

It's getting late, and I don't know if I'll be able to get to Lantian City today.

However, she didn't notice that a faint black mist rose between the mountains and rocks......

"It's getting late. After Zhang Yuan arranged the room for Zhang Qinghe, and explained all kinds of miscellaneous things, it was already afternoon.

He finally found a little guy and went to the old house.

Lantian City is not big than Chang'an in the Immortal Tang Dynasty, but for mortals, it is enough to walk through the city.

The location of the four-room old mansion is remote, and it is 108,000 miles away from the place where the Zhang family's mansion is located.

Although it is an exaggeration, it is literal, referring to the distance.

The little guy can't practice, because in his eyes, the efficiency is extremely slow. So Zhang Qinghe is also choked enough.

After going around for a long time, I finally came to a dilapidated courtyard.

The cobwebs are dark, the lintel is moldy, and Zhang Qinghe is sure that no one has set foot here in recent years.

Could it be that his cheap father knew that the party was going to lose, so he made preparations in advance in the house?

But why did the Zhang family inform me of the invitation a few days ago? No matter how mean a family is, it will not press a pile of worthless inheritances that have been broken down - in the impression that Zhang Buqi is very poor, Gong Zheng, the head of the imperial history, is most afraid of people chewing the root of the tongue.

What's more, this is a few years later, and it doesn't make sense even if he makes a fortune, as long as the Zhang family doesn't say it, he will never know what Zhang Buqi left for him. Even if it weren't for the invitation of this ancestor worship ceremony, he would almost have nothing to do with the Lantian Zhang family.

However, he only thought rationally for a moment, and his mind was inexplicably chaotic again, and he pushed open the door in a daze and entered the four-room old mansion......

It seems that getting what Zhang Buqi left behind has become his only obsession at this moment.

"It smells so good. ”

There was a lot of spring rain in Guanzhong, and although it was drier than the small towns around the East China Sea, it still made the decayed wood emit an indescribable stench.

This is the result of many years of accumulation.

As for the interior, it is a pungent itch of dust. The five senses of immortal cultivators are extremely sensitive, and they can't be spotless until they return to the source.

So Zhang Qinghe was even more painful than the little guy.

It's uncomfortable wow.

There are only some dilapidated utensils and household items in the main hall of the old mansion, as if they were moved out in a hurry.

Zhang Qinghe can imagine that the demise of a faction is often followed by the depression and trauma of the countless relationships behind it.

Sifang is such a victim.

He went to a few more remote houses, trying to find clues among the rags, rusty iron, and rotten wood.

Nothing.

Judging from the results of the search just now, there is nothing else in the old house except for the sundries left after moving out.

Zhang Qinghe furrowed his brows, confused.

He had forgotten to ask Steward Zhang where the things his cheap father had left for him were.

The four-bedroom old house is not small, and it may not be so practical to explore them in the corners until nightfall.

But it's normal not to be in plain sight.

Zhang Qinghe made a reason for himself like this, if those things could be found in a conspicuous place at will, wouldn't the miscellaneous servants who moved away from the things and the idlers wandering back and forth be cut off by the way?

He tried to find a place where he might store things.

And look no more at the rotten cabinets and dusty curtains.

If something is to be stored for a long time, the thing that stores it is especially crucial.

Maybe there's a trap compartment?

Zhang Qinghe thought like this and shook his head again.

Since Zhang Jia's letter only made it clear that the things were in the old mansion on the letterhead, it must be expected that he could find it, and if there was any secret mechanism, he would definitely point it out.

At this time, the little man in yellow who was waiting outside the courtyard spoke.

"What is the little boy looking for? ”

Zhang Qinghe thought about it, the blind spot that he couldn't find, maybe others could find it, he beckoned, let the little guy come closer, and described it a little.

"It's probably a package, and I don't know what's in it. However, there should be a mark on the outside, and it should be kept for me, otherwise the master will not know that this thing is going to be handed over to me. ”

"Hey, the little boy said earlier.

Four rooms, in the backyard of the old house, there is a special storage room, useful or valuable but there is no need to take away the objects, most of them are left there, and I ask the little boy to come with me......"

Zhang Qinghe followed the yellow-clothed guy in a daze, a little in a trance, is there a storage room in the backyard? Why didn't he find out......

The little man in yellow lowered his head and led the way in front of him, as if he had already walked this road many times.

One-step......

Two-step ......

Three-step ......