The latest chapter of "Swallowing the Heavens"...

"Little fatty, what are you waiting for?" Qin Fan suddenly shouted, but the arm supporting Ah Ying's head trembled slightly, and the red silk thread that was forced in a corner actually began to fight back, faintly feeling that he couldn't suppress it.

"Whew!" Fat closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he had become ruthless, and without the slightest hesitation, the kitchen knife in his hand slashed a gorgeous trajectory and shot towards A-Ying's arm.

Lao Wang couldn't help but close his eyes, and his hands trembled irregularly.

"Snort!" A knife sounded, and when Lao Wang opened his eyes in the present, a small opening had been made on A-Ying's forearm, and a stream of blood was flowing outward, just spilling into the wooden basin placed under the bed.

At this time, there was no longer the slightest expression on Ah Ying's face, but it was Qin Fan who sealed the sleeping hole when he had just transitioned to the true yuan, otherwise this kind of pain might not be something that a child could bear.

The blood flowing out of Ah Ying's arm was dark red, and it took ten minutes for the blood to gradually turn into normal red, Qin Fan couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and his fingers hurriedly sealed Ah Ying's acupoint, temporarily preventing the blood from flowing out.

"How is Xiao Fan?" Seeing that Qin Fan let go of his hand, Xiao Fan hurriedly asked. Lao Wang on the side also pricked up his ears, revealing a look of impatience.

"It's okay for the time being. Wiping the sweat on his forehead, Qin Fan stood up and said to Lao Wang on the side: "Uncle, you look at A-Ying first, and I will go out with Xiaopang to talk about something." ”

"Okay, the two immortal elders, please. Hearing Qin Fan's words, a big stone in Lao Wang's heart was finally put down, and Qin Fan's request was naturally unacceptable.

Stopping Xiaopang from talking, Qin Fan picked up the wooden basin on the ground and walked towards the outer door, and Xiaopang had to follow when he saw this.

"Xiaofan, is there anything else?" asked Xiaopang as soon as he went out.

Qin Fan stretched out his hand to close the door, his face gradually sank, and he said slowly: "Yes, A-Ying's matter is not so simple!"

"What?" Chubby was startled and said, "A-Ying's illness hasn't been completely cured yet?"

"Have you ever seen A-Ying's illness?" Qin Fan raised his head and looked at Xiao Fat with a strange expression.

"Uh!" Chubby scratched his head and thought for a while, and finally said with some embarrassment, "I haven't seen it." ”

"That's the end of it. Qin Fan walked towards the center of the courtyard with his steps, and said as he walked: "I suspect that there are cultivators behind this matter. ”

"Cultivator?" Xiao Fat was taken aback, and said in disbelief: "No, didn't the master say that cultivators can't meddle in the world casually? Xiao Fan, are you mistaken?" After speaking, he looked at Qin Fan with a suspicious expression.

Qin Fan reassured the wooden basin in his hand, and said in a flat tone: "I hope I'm wrong, but have you ever seen such a strange disease as a worldly person?

Xiaopang glanced at Qin Fan suspiciously, looked down at the wooden basin, and saw that the wooden basin that was originally filled with clear water had become dark red at this time, but this was not a strange place, the strange thing was that the blood in the basin was fluctuating strangely.

At first, Xiaopang thought it was just the cause of the concussion, but slowly found that things were not so simple, a few minutes had passed since the wooden basin was placed on the ground, but the blood in the basin did not stop the turbulence, but gradually increased. The blood in some corners also began to fade.

"Xiao Fan, what's going on?" Xiao Fat turned his head and looked at Qin Fan with a shocked expression, it was just a matter of making a mistake in Ah Ying's body before, but he didn't expect that after he got out, he still had such an ability, so thinking about it, it was really not caused by a disease in the world.

"Little fatty, do you know the name of the Blood Soul Silk?" Qin Fan shook his head, but asked an inexplicable question.

"Blood Soul Silk?" Xiao Fat was stunned for a moment, which showed that he had really never heard of Raushzi's Blood Soul Silk, and immediately shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it." ”

Qin Fan couldn't help but stroke his cheeks and said speechlessly, "Then you've always heard of the name of the evil blood old man, right?"

"Nonsense, of course I've heard of the evil blood old man, isn't that the big devil a thousand years ago?" Xiao Pang rolled his eyes at Qin Fan, obviously dissatisfied with his obvious insult to his IQ.

"Huh!" Xiao Pang was startled, and suddenly found that something was wrong, raised his head at the moment, and said with a shocked face: "Xiao Fan, are you saying that A-Ying's illness has something to do with this old devil?"

Then Xiaopang shook his head, and said in disbelief: "Impossible, the realm here is not within the scope of the Demon Sect, and it is impossible for the evil blood old man to appear here, and how can he have anything to do with A-Ying with his identity?"

"I hope so, too. Qin Fan shook his head, sighed a little helplessly, and looked at the wooden basin on the ground, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Xiao Fan, is this what kind of blood soul silk of Raushzi you are talking about?" Looking at the wooden basin on the ground, Xiao Pang asked in surprise, only to see that the blood in the basin slowly began to dilute, and it all converged towards the central position, and a red line the thickness of a thumb slowly appeared.

"Yes, although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but when I contact A-Ying's situation, this should be the blood soul thread. Qin Fan looked at the blood-colored silk threads that had been formed in the basin and were slowly swimming, and a responsible light flashed in his eyes, "It seems that I am in big trouble this time." ”

"Xiao Fan, what's going on, could it be that this blood soul silk is the stuff of the evil blood old man?" The little fat on the side didn't understand, and asked a little scratching his ears and cheeks.

Qin Fan couldn't help but glance at Xiaopang and said, "You usually read more books and you don't listen,"

Fatty smiled and said with some embarrassment: "Aren't I busy cultivating?" Fatty, just hurry up and say, what does this blood soul silk have to do with the evil blood old man?"

"I'm scared of you. Qin Fan rolled his eyes helplessly, no longer looked at Xiaopang, and instead looked at the wooden basin on the ground, his eyes gradually became solemn.

"It is said that the old man of evil blood was just an ordinary disciple of the Blood Demon Sect when he was young, but it only took him hundreds of years to cultivate through the tribulation period and become the great master of the Demon Dao, and the Blood Demon Sect also ascended to the throne of the twelve sects of the Demon Dao under his leadership, this history must be Chubby, right?" Qin Fan looked at Chubby on the side after speaking.

"Of course I know this," for these histories, Xiaopang has been tired of listening to them since he was a child, so he naturally has no interest in listening to them again. Said a little anxiously: "Xiaofan, let's get to the point, what is the relationship between the blood soul silk and this old demon?"