"Eavesdropping?" The man shook his head, he looked at the guests around him who were hiding under the eaves because they didn't have tools that could resist the corrosive rain, and he said, "There is no need to eavesdrop, just slowly piece together some characteristics of your Fu family based on some gossip, and then make a guess based on the current situation of the children of the Fu family." ”

"Besides, isn't this rule always like this?"

The man said slowly, and Fu Yihuan looked at him and stopped talking.

The man looked at Fu Yihuan's vigilant expression and suddenly smiled again: "Nothing in this world is static, the sky is not always red, and the rain is not always what you see, and the Fu family has not always been like this." ”

To be honest, this is the first time Fu Yihuan has detected such a deep sense of crisis in a person.

His instincts told him to stay away from the man.

He estimated the distance, suddenly rushed out of the range surrounded by the big umbrella, used his spiritual power to prop up a protective shield, and ran in the direction of the Fu Mansion.

Fu Qingyao is not at the door today.

He slowed down, suddenly noticed a trace of loneliness, remembering yesterday's words, he felt stuffed in his heart.

He thought of the man's words, he couldn't say these words to himself for no reason, did this mean that he knew something?

"The Fu family has not always been so ......"

"So, this man has seen the Fu family a long time ago?" Fu Yihuan thought carefully, and for a while Fu Qingyao's voice lowered his head in his mind: "It has always been like this......"

After a while, it was a man's voice again: "The Fu family, it hasn't always been like this. ”

...... So, are you missing something?

Passing by a small courtyard, Fu Yihuan saw Fu Qingyao standing at the door of the small courtyard with an umbrella, and smiled at him when he came back.

Then I heard the voice of a middle-aged woman in the courtyard: "See?

Fu Qingyao's eyes darkened for a moment, but in the end, she nodded and disappeared at the gate of the courtyard.

Fu Yihuan didn't know what to think, he just felt a mess in his mind.

And when he came to his senses, he found that he had stood at the door of a locked room.

He slammed into it.

...... This is, Father's room.

Fu Yihuan lowered his head, remembered his father, and suddenly smiled bitterly.

What did my father come for back then, by the way, because of the traitor.

Someone reported that his father was spreading rumors unfavorable to the Fu family in private, and then it was revealed that he colluded with several small family patriarchs who entered the secret realm at the same time, intending to replace the current head of the family.

In the end, it was exposed, and he even fell directly into the devil's way, and later the head of the Fu family personally came forward to take it down and killed him on the spot.

Although the head of the family is generous, he does not embarrass himself and his mother who don't know at all, but the nickname of the son of a traitor has been with him to this day.

Since what happened to my father, this room has been locked by the Fu family.

...... This is the rule, and it has always been so.

This also led to the fact that from his birth to the present, not to mention his father's face, even the objects contaminated with his father's breath, Fu Yihuan has never seen them.

But Fu Yihuan clearly remembered what his mother said inadvertently - his father was actually just a sacrifice.

If you ask again, what you can ask is that this is the rule, and it has always been.

...... And I never thought about whether this kind of rule is right?

Standing in front of the door, he hesitated for a long time, and finally the man's voice prevailed.

...... His intuition told him that the Fu family should not have been like this before.

His hand reached into his neck and pulled out a small key.

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sp; At that time, when the head of the Fu family asked people to recycle the key to his father's house, he was missing, and he couldn't find it in all the places, and in the end he could only think that he had accidentally lost it.

No one would have thought that this key was actually in the hands of Xiao Yihuan, who was still in infancy at the time—his mother used spiritual power to refine the key into the necklace to express her resistance in this way.

...... Now that I think about it, I still choose to believe that man's words, is it also inherited from my mother's rebellion?

There are guards next to this inconspicuous small house, but it may be related to the red rain that is still falling, and Fu Yihuan didn't see any guards all the way.

The time and place were favorable, and without much effort, Fu Yihuan opened the small lock on the door and walked into the room.

After getting used to the dimness of the room for a while, Fu Yihuan carefully looked at the layout in the room.

A very ordinary living room.

There was a desk by the window, and a few brushes hung on the pen stand.

Fu Yihuan walked over, and the rice paper spread on the table was already a little yellowed.

He picked one up and carefully read the words on it against the little light peeking through the hole in the window paper.

“~%?... ,#*☆&c〈★?rule,~%?... ,#*☆&c〈★?sacrifice ......"

It's not very clear, but it should have something to do with his choice as a sacrifice.

He carefully folded the fragile piece of rice paper and placed it on his chest.

He looked around, not daring to make too much of an alarm to the guards who might exist, but still couldn't find any valuable clues.

...... Also, if it was really related to the rules of the Fu family, I am afraid that it would have been taken away a long time ago.

Eventually, he collapsed on a small bed in the room.

...... Inexplicably relieved, if you can't find anything, does it mean that what the man said is not right?

Fu Yihuan closed his eyes.

A gentle voice rang in his ears.

"My Child's Art ......"

Fu Yihuan opened his eyes suddenly.

...... Wu'er?

...... Father?

When I opened my eyes, the sound was gone.

Fu Yihuan hurriedly closed his eyes.

"My child is happy......

The great blessing of life is to be happy and safe with the people I love and love me, but if it is placed on me, it will not be done.

Since sacrifice is the rule, I can shirk it.

I only hope that one day my son will hear my whispers, and avoid becoming a sacrificer. ”

"I think I've called it a sacrifice, and the elder lord's attitude towards me these days is a little strange......"

"The altar has been set up, for some reason, when I pass by the altar, I can always feel a strong sense of disobedience, what kind of altar needs to use such a large amount of sea jade?...... But that's the rule, I'm better not to ask more......"

...... At this time, Fu Yihuan could already see that this should be a way for his father to record the things he encountered every day, and from these words, it is not difficult to see that sacrifice seems to be a very natural thing?

"I'm going to be sacrificed tomorrow, and Yihuan is only half an arm's length of me - I'm still very curious about that altar, otherwise I'll ...... tonight."

"They're doing this? No wonder lifeline is like this...... No, I can't let that go any further...... I'm going to find a way to get out of here and tell Kunlun about the situation here......"

Then there was a long silence.

Fu Yihuan almost thought that this was all there was to the message, but suddenly, his father's voice suddenly exploded in Fu Yihuan's ears like a thunderbolt:

"Yihuan! Run!"

Wonderful! ( = )