Hearing these words, Zhuo Yi's face became even more ugly, it seems that what he saw just now was really not an illusion, it was true!

Seeing Zhuo Yi looking so frightened, Steward Mei patted him on the shoulder to show that he didn't need to be overly nervous. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The starting point is good, but Zhuo Yi feels that the person who pats him on the shoulder is Zhuo Song, because Zhuo Song often patted him on the shoulder to show encouragement before his death, and he also likes to do this action when he praises him.

Zhuo Yi was so frightened that he hurriedly turned around, and then took a serious look at Steward Mei, trying to identify from his face that he was not Zhuo Song.

But the more he looked, the more he felt that the Steward Mei in front of him was Zhuo Song, and even the eyes that looked at him were so similar!

Suddenly, he stumbled towards his bed.

"What's wrong, what's wrong with you?" Steward Mei leaned towards Zhuo Yi's bed, trying to help him up.

"Don't come, don't come! I know you!" shouted Zhuo Yi.

The inexplicable words made Steward Mei frown, and he didn't know what Zhuo Yi was talking about.

"Yi'er, you can see clearly, I'm Uncle Mei, aren't you scared?" Steward Mei shook Zhuo Yidao.

Hearing the voice, Zhuo Yi straightened his demeanor and found that it was really Steward Mei in front of him, not Zhuo Song.

Zhuo Yi kept stroking his chest, and he wondered if he had fallen into an evil spirit.

"Yi'er, were you dazzled just now, why are you so scared?" Steward Mei continued to ask.

"Uncle Mei, I think the yin qi of our villa is too heavy, and we need to invite a Taoist temple or a temple to cast a spell. Zhuo Wei's voice trembled.

"Okay, when we finish cleaning up the village, we will go to the Belvedere in the southwest, there is a spiritualist view, it is said that the magic power of the master inside is very high, we invite a utensil to ward off evil spirits. ”

Hearing Steward Mei say this, Zhuo Yi nodded vigorously.

"Alright, there's still an hour or two before dawn, so let's go to sleep. Steward Mei tidied up the quilt for Zhuoyi.

Zhuo Yi got into bed in a daze, quickly got into the quilt, and covered himself tightly, not even showing a little hair.

The snow was still falling outside, and the wind was still blowing. This year's snow was particularly heavy, and the corpses in the courtyard of Zhuo Jian Villa had been covered thickly, and there was no trace of any human form.

In Zhuo Yifan's room, several stoves were still glowing reddish, and the whole room was steaming. Wu An's snoring is still non-stop, very rhythmic.

Suddenly, there was another sound of "creaking" feet stomping on the snow outside. The voice seemed to just circle around the place, not leaving.

"Ahh

"Ahh

Two shouts rang out, Wu An was awakened and lit an oil lamp.

"What's the matter, young master, is it a nightmare?" Wu An said as he looked at Zhuo Yifan, who was sweating profusely as he sat up.

"Oh, it's Anzi. I just had another nightmare about seeing a lot of headless corpses circling around me. Zhuo Yifan wiped his sweat.

"It's okay, it's normal to be frightened when something so big happens. By the way, young master, are your injuries better?" Wu An asked with concern.

"I feel better now, it's just a little bit painful, and I don't think it's too much of a problem. ”

"Young master, it's not just you who have nightmares, I've been hallucinating tonight, and a lot of terrifying pictures are constantly appearing in front of me, I wonder if it's because there are too many dead people in the yard, it's so terrifying. Wu An looked scared.

"The yard is indeed a bit crazy, it was already big, and then so many people died, and now the popularity inside is too low, so there will always be a strange feeling in my heart. Don't think too much about it, it'll be better. Zhuo Yifan comforted Wu Andao.

"I think we should let Taoist temples and monasteries do things for us, and it is best to get some things to ward off evil spirits, so that everyone can be more at ease. ”

Hearing Wu An's words, Zhuo Yifan nodded, "You talk to Steward Mei tomorrow and let him do it." Zhuo Yifan stroked the injured area, looking very painful.

"Young master, lie down quickly, don't catch a cold. With that, Wu An slowly put down Zhuo Yifan's body, covered the quilt, and then turned off the lights.

After a long time, the creaking sound of feet stepping on the snow outside sounded again, then it became smaller and smaller, and finally it was inaudible, only the sound of snow falling in the sky remained.

......

The next day, the sky cleared.

The few remaining people walked out of their respective rooms, opened the door, and saw that they were covered in white and white.

Zhuo Yifan's wound was still very painful, but his parents and aunts suffered miserably, and he couldn't stay in bed safely, so he also got up.

The heavy snow in the courtyard of Zhuo Jian Villa was so thick that it was knee-deep, which was a rare heavy snow in several years.

"Young master, people can't be resurrected after death, I hope you don't feel too sad and sad. The most important thing at the moment is to bury the old lady in time, let them be buried in the ground, and then clean up the villa. Steward Mei said to Zhuo Yifan.

"Uncle Mei, you can arrange it, the ceremonies needed are indispensable, and the coffin and other burial items should be the best. Now that there is no one in the villa, you can go outside and recruit some apprentices again, and the business will continue in the future. Zhuo Yifan said to Steward Mei.

Steward Mei nodded again and again after hearing this.

Zhuo Yifan turned around and said to Zhuo Yi: "Cousin, our mountain villa has suffered such a catastrophe in front of us, and there are only two people left in the Zhuo family. If it weren't for me in Bodhi Temple, you and Steward Mei were busy with business outside, then our Zhuo family might have been wiped out. In the future, you and I still need to work together, on the one hand, to avenge our father and mother, and on the other hand, to take care of the villa. ”

After hearing this, Zhuo Yi's expression looked very sad, and said, "That Yifan, have you thought about what we should do next?"

Zhuo Yifan looked at the corpse covered by heavy snow, and said in a deep voice: "I just thought about it for a while, first bury our parents, and those family apprentices, so that we can feel at ease." After that, you will take care of the business of Zhuojian Villa, I don't understand business. Most importantly, I want to find out who is the murderer. Therefore, in the future, the business of the villa will be handed over to you to take care of, which is the foundation of our Zhuo family for a hundred years. ”

Hearing Zhuo Yifan's words, Zhuo Yi seemed at a loss, he really didn't expect Zhuo Yifan to say this.

"Young Master, you are the young owner of our villa, do you mean to let Zhuo Yi be the young master?" Steward Mei wondered.

"It's nothing if the village is not the owner, there is no need for our brothers to distinguish so clearly. My cousin was already familiar with business, and I didn't understand it. Now I don't have any feelings about being alive anymore, I just want to be able to avenge my father and aunt in my lifetime, and there is really nothing else worth my nostalgia for. Zhuo Yifan sighed.

After Zhuo Yi heard this, the gloomy color on his face began to dissipate, and his expression seemed to be unsure of what to do.