As Zhang Yi returned to his uncle's house, the uncle stood in front of the wall on crutches.

"Did you get it?" asked Uncle, turning his back to us.

"Hmm. I also saw the martyrs. Zhang Yi replied.

"What did they say?" the old man looked calm.

"Uncle Yi Zhen, he ......"

"I know it all. The old man interrupted Zhang Yi's words and turned around on crutches, "Actually, the whole village knows it, and I know that he is guilty in his heart, so tell the whole village not to mention this matter again, if he hadn't forged for the martyrs, there would be no Huaixue Valley." ”

But Uncle Yi still couldn't forgive himself. ”

"I'll come with you tomorrow, and tell him everything that happened, and he'll probably feel better." ”

"Uncle, there's one more thing I want to ask you. ”

"Say it. ”

"There used to be a pig killer in the village, do you know it?"

"The missing one? The man is usually weird, and he doesn't interact with people much, so no one knows about him. ”

"He was the one who said that his relatives were trapped in the snowy mountains, right?"

"It's him, because no one knows him, I don't know if he has relatives, but if someone is really trapped in the snow mountain, it's not a way to sit idly by, so everyone will go back to the snow mountain to find someone. ”

"When did he go missing?"

"After learning that the martyrs who went to the snowy mountains to find people died, he disappeared. ”

"It is said that something strange happened after his disappearance, the pork emitted black gas, and his pig-killing knife was gone?"

"Hmm......" The old man struck the ground lightly with his cane in his hand and disappeared.

"Hey, why did you leave before you finished speaking?" I saw my uncle suddenly disappear and shouted into the air, "Zhang Yi, what the hell do you say is going on!" I turned my head to look at Zhang Yi, but he only glanced at me, did not speak, and fell asleep on the bed.

"What do you mean?" I looked at Wen Lin again, but Wen Lin ignored me and went to sleep.

"Mask, what do you mean by that? Why does Zhang Yi's uncle still avoid talking about it?"

"How do I know, but looking at what Zhang Yi means, there should be something wrong, and he will tell you when the time comes. In other words, can you learn from Wen Lin and talk less? ”

"I just want to know, do you think that missing person is a ghost?"

"Hey ......"

"Hey...... Ignore me. "No matter how much I shout in my heart, the mask doesn't pay attention to me, I'm bored, let's sleep.

Early the next day, Zhang Yi woke us up and went to find Uncle Yi Zhen.

followed Zhang Yi to the door of Uncle Yi Zhen's house, but saw that the door was wide open and the courtyard was messy, as if he had been robbed.

"Oops, Uncle Yi Zhen!" Zhang Yi immediately ran into the house when he saw this, and we also ran in.

There was no one in the outhouse, so we ran into the back room.

We froze where we were.

I saw Uncle Yi Zhen lying on the ground, kicking his eyes, the corners of his mouth were dark red blood that had dried up, a long sword was inserted in his chest, and molten iron was poured on his legs, and he couldn't see his original shape.

"Who could have done this?" I asked Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi frowned tightly and stared at Uncle Yi Zhen.

"Look at the 10,000-year-old ice is still there!" Zhang Yi suddenly shouted.

I was taken aback by him, but I didn't say much, and Wen Lin and I began to look around.

I searched the whole house, but I didn't see the shadow of the 10,000-year-old ice.

"It's gone. I said to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi walked to the wall and looked for the mechanism that Uncle Yi Zhen pressed at that time.

"Bang-" The mechanism was pressed, and the wall flipped over to the other.

Zhang Yi looked down at the rack where the weapons were placed, and pulled inside.

"Here, take it. Zhang Yi took out a Yanling knife and turned around and threw it to me.

I took the knife, and it was so thick with embroidery that it looked like it could no longer be used. "Is this knife still usable? It's not as good as the one I kicked that day. I complained.

"Take it!" Zhang Yi yelled at me.

I didn't speak, looked at Uncle Yi Zhen lying on the ground, and clenched the knife in my hand.

Zhang Yi walked to Uncle Yi Zhen's side, squatted down and closed Uncle Yi Zhen's eyes, then stood up and walked out of the house.

Wen Lin and I followed silently.

"We want revenge. Zhang Yi suddenly turned back to us and said.

"Help Uncle Yi Zhen, but we don't know who killed him. I said to Zhang Yi.

"I know. Zhang Yi turned around and continued walking, taking us back to his uncle's house.

The old man was still standing on crutches in front of the wall with his back to us.

"Uncle Yi Zhen is dead. Zhang Yi said coldly.

"What?" the old man turned suddenly, "who did that?"

"I don't know, but when we went there in the morning, he was dead, with a sword through his chest and molten iron on his legs. ”

"How so?" sighed the old man, "well, I wanted to go with you to-day, for when I came you were gone, and when you came back, it turned out like this. ”

"It's okay, it's good that the weapon has been built. The corners of Zhang Yi's mouth lifted slightly.

"Ah...... Is it? That's great. But it's still a pity that Yi really died!Alas......" The old man shook his head and walked two steps with a cane, "But, who is the murderer?"

"Heh, murderer, isn't that you?" Zhang Yi suddenly drew his sword and rushed towards the old man.

And the old man seemed to have been prepared, and with a knock of his cane on the ground, he retreated a few meters and dodged Zhang Yi's sword.

"You're really smart, young man, but how do you know that I killed Yi Zhen's old man?"

"Yesterday, when I asked about the missing people in your village, you answered perfunctorily and said goodbye, you know that we saw the martyrs, but you don't know what Uncle Yi Zhen told us about the missing people. You are afraid that Uncle Yi Zhen will say something unfavorable to you again, so you will kill him and create the illusion of an accident. That missing person was captured by the ghost world, right? You let him spread rumors and let those martyrs return to the snow mountain to look for people, and their death was not because of Uncle Yi Zhen, right? ”

"Hahaha, then why did I kill my villagers?"

"Because the ghost world needs ghosts to increase their strength in the future, a pig killer is nothing inconspicuous, just a little resentment, but if a living person is used as a sacrifice, then his ability will be greatly improved. ”

"Then why should I help the Ghost Realm?"

"Your ability to knock on a cane and hide at will is not what you should have, right? The world is slaughtered by the ghost world, and your ability will be greatly weakened, once or twice is fine, every time you use the hide, how can your physical strength keep up?"

"Hahaha, really smart, worthy of a young man! Those who died in the snowy mountains, half of the ability to sacrifice was given to me, back then, after those people went to the snowy mountains to look for people, we killed all their relatives as sacrifices, and later created the illusion that they were looking for their relatives to die in the snowy mountains, and then spread some rumors, people rarely mentioned the snowy mountains. Unexpectedly, it made you turn it out. Yi Zhen, that guy should be damned, wouldn't it be okay for you to take your things and leave properly? I originally wanted to change my ways and let you go, but you don't know what to do, so I'm welcome!"

"Let you feel the pain of the darkness!hahahaha......" the old man laughed, his expression becoming more and more hideous, "Hell!" the old man waved his cane, and the golden dragon at the head of the staff turned into a black dragon in the air, roaring at us.

We were blown away by the wind, and when we could stand on our feet, the abyss had turned black around us.

Zhang Yi swung his long sword, purple light emitted from his pupils, and rushed towards the old man and the black dragon.

Wen Lin threw out the dragon whip, I clenched the Yanling knife, and rushed over with Zhang Yi......