On the other side, Steward Mei was guiding his subordinates to collect money, and he still looked kind, almost unchanged from when he left. Zhuo Yifan, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, was very grateful to see him, the last time Zhuo Jian Villa was baptized in blood, if he hadn't kowtowed and begged for mercy and interceded for himself, maybe he was really killed at that time.

And when he was driven away by Zhuo Yi, he was powerless due to his special identity, and seeing that he couldn't persuade Zhuo Yi to let him stay, he could only persuade Zhuo Yi to prepare more money for himself. These are all things that Zhuo Yifan remembers in his heart.

Steward Mei is still busy with Zhuojian Villa at this time, he has been coming to the villa for decades, and he has made great contributions to the development of the villa. His father Zhuo Song respected him very much when he was alive, and so is Zhuo Yifan now.

It's just that because there were many people present, Zhuo Yifan didn't step forward to meet Steward Mei, he was waiting for the opportunity.

After a long while, Zhuo Yifan left and began to walk towards the rest of Zhuo Jian Villa. Fortunately, the villa is now crowded, providing itself with an excellent means of hiding.

He found that the villa at this time was still the same familiar appearance, but it was more magnificent than before, with more magnificent things, and he knew that these were all used by Zhuo Wei to decorate the façade.

He walked around for a long time, then walked towards the graveyard of his parents and aunts.

When I came to the cemetery, the green plants planted before were already very green and lush, which made people feel cool, and there was no bleak feeling like an ordinary cemetery.

The cemetery of my parents had been renovated at this time, and the grave was so large that it looked like the grave of a large family. Standing in front of the grave, Zhuo Yifan felt like a world away, and it didn't take much time, but he felt that a long time had passed, and it seemed that his father and mother were still alive, and he was still the young owner who didn't have to worry about anything.

However, everything is not like this, he knows that his father and mother have left him forever, and he was repeatedly abducted by several Jianghu sects in his helpless days, and he almost lost his life after torture, which can never be erased in his memory.

At the moment, he can't find a place where he can stay, and he has become a lonely ghost that everyone shouts and beats.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan's heart was full of resentment, and he wished that the demon who killed his father and mother could cut it with a thousand knives. Therefore, he realized the purpose of his return at this time, that is, to find the blood-drinking sword, to avenge his father and mother, his uncle and aunt, his grandfather, the dead clansmen of Zhuojian Villa, and the humiliation and torture he suffered.

Night slowly fell, Zhuo Yifan's stomach was already growling with hunger, he knew where to get food, but it was still a little later before he could be discovered by others.

He was very familiar with the courtyard of Zhuo Jian Villa, so it was very easy to hide, and he didn't have to worry about being discovered at all. Time passed little by little, and Zhuo Yifan could finally secretly go to get food, and then hide in a remote place and gobble it up.

In the past, he had never felt that the food was so delicious at home, but now it is unusually delicious. After eating, he continued to hibernate, wanting to wait until the dead of night to find the most likely place where the blood-drinking sword was hidden.

Where he was hiding, he could hear the apprentice servants of Zhuo Jian Villa eating and drinking, and the sound of "finish drinking" was endless. That was the enjoyment that Zhuo Jian Villa gave them after a hard day's work, and this rule had been implemented when Zhuo Song was alive. For now, Zhuo Yi continues to use it as a means to buy people's hearts.

The noise continued for a long time before the people slowly dispersed, and then the courtyard of Zhuo Jian Villa fell silent, only the unknown insects chirped softly.

Zhuo Yifan waited in the corner for a long time before slowly slipping out. What he wanted to do most at the moment was to find the Blood Drinking Sword, the sword that destroyed his family, the sword that shook the martial arts, the sword that could make him revenge.

But he wasn't sure that the Blood Drinking Sword was in the villa at this time, but he had a vague feeling in his heart that the Blood Drinking Sword had not been taken away by the people of the rivers and lakes, and was still hidden in a corner of Zhuo Jian Villa.

Zhuo Jian Villa is too big, where is such a precious sword hidden by his parents? He racked his brains and pondered for a long time, but he still had no clue.

It's already deep in the night, and no one can disturb him to find the sword, he can look for it slowly, and he can not let go of any corner.

He first went to his father's bedroom, but the inside had already changed, and everything had been taken out by Zhuo Yi and placed elsewhere. Tiptoeing in, but fortunately there was no one inside, and he began to rummage incessantly, not letting go of anything suspicious. He relied on his original memories to recall the placement of his father's and mother's things in the past, so as to determine which places might be hidden by his father Zhuo Song.

He kept tapping his hand on the floor where the bed had been placed, trying to tell if it was hollow by the sound, but to his disappointment, the sound was very dull, and there was no crisp echo.

He tapped on the roof of the house where the curtain had been hung for a while, wondering if there was a blood-drinking sword hidden in it, and where the screen was placed, and he tried it all, but the result still disappointed him.

He walked out instead, wondering in the darkness where he could hide the blood-drinking sword. He kept walking forward, his thoughts on the go.

Suddenly, he remembered that the most dangerous place had always been the safest place, and the hiding place where the Bloodthirsty Sword disappeared was undoubtedly the Forge Pavilion. It was full of forged swords, and some half-finished products, and the first thing that most people think of must be there.

But in such a conspicuous place, people would tend to think that it was impossible for Zhuo Song to place the Blood Drinking Sword inside, because if people were looking for it, they would definitely go inside to find it first. Perhaps it is precisely because of this danger that people must not be serious when looking for it, because everyone will think that it is impossible for Zhuo Song to put such a treasure together with other swordfish.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan was very excited, he felt that his father probably put the blood-drinking sword in the forging pavilion. He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and began to walk towards the Forge Pavilion.

Zhuo Jian Villa's business is very prosperous at the moment, and under normal circumstances, it will continue to forge swords at night, but today is different, tonight is the day when Zhuo Jian Villa is resting as a whole, so there is no one in it.

Although there is a mechanism, Zhuo Yifan still entered the forging pavilion very easily, this is a mechanism set up by his father and uncle, which is very ingenious, so it is still used today.

Entering the forging pavilion, there was still a glowing spark bursting alone, and then fell into the flames. There weren't many swords in the room where the swords were kept, and because they were in short supply, they were sold out as soon as they were cast. All that was left inside at this time was some defective products, and some remaining old swords.