Besides, Wu An has been timid since he was a child, but he is kind-hearted, he is not a big traitor, he can't be so ruthless!

Zhuo Yifan denied it again, and now fell into groundless conjecture. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, he had an intuition that the people in Zhuo Jian Villa now were the real culprits behind the murder of his father, mother, uncle and aunt, and the executioners of hundreds of people in Zhuo Jian Villa.

As for why he felt this way, Zhuo Yifan couldn't tell clearly, anyway, he felt that it was the people inside.

Is it extraordinary?

Zhuo Yifan guessed again, and soon he denied it, no matter how greedy Zhuo Yi was for the position of the owner of Zhuo Jian Villa, it was impossible to kill his father and mother, which could only show that Zhuo Yi was not a murderer.

Unable to come up with an answer, Zhuo Yifan began to shake his head, leaving only two skulls still spewing flames.

Looking at the darkness inside Zhuo Jian Villa, Zhuo Yifan didn't know how to find out the murderer behind the scenes.

So he climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard, and walked on the silent road, and there was no one in sight, only the tinkling sound of clanging from the forge pavilion.

Zhuo Yifan walked aimlessly in the huge yard, clueless.

Suddenly, he remembered the northernmost grave in the courtyard, where his father and aunt were buried, and he hadn't seen them for a long time.

So he turned to the northernmost part of the courtyard, hoping to find a possible answer from there.

The wind at night was a little cold, and Zhuo Yifan felt that Zhuo Jian Villa was shrouded in a stream of yin qi, and being in it was like a huge coffin, no matter which corner he went, he couldn't escape its restraints.

And in the dark, he felt that this huge coffin was deliberately placed by someone, and there was an unspeakable conspiracy.

Although the night is dark, after being in it for a long time, you can see what is in front of you clearly, although it is not very clear.

He vaguely saw that his father's grave seemed to be much smaller than before, perhaps because of the wind and rain, this phenomenon reminded him that his father and mother had been dead for several years, and he still had not found any clues to the murderer.

The graves of the second uncle Zhuo Ran and aunt Shen Qian next to them seem to have become much larger, and some fences have been added to the periphery. Needless to say, I also know that it was Zhuo Wei's behavior, and I can see that his attitude towards his father and mother is still very different from his attitude towards his uncle and aunt.

"Daddy, the child is incompetent, and I still don't know who killed you. Zhuo Yifan said sadly, his voice mixed with sadness.

The only thing that answered him was the sound of the wind blowing, accompanied by the fluttering of leaves.

Suddenly, he looked back because he felt as if there were a pair of eyes staring at him behind him.

However, after turning around, nothing was found.

He looked at the deep scene around him, and everywhere swept like black clouds, as if a huge black hand was slapping at him.

He shook his blood-drinking sword, keeping a huge guard at what he saw.

It's just that as time goes on, he finds that his caution is too worried, and nothing unusual is happening around him.

What's going on?

Zhuo Yifan didn't know why his nerves were so sensitive, anyway, he felt that there were a pair of eyes staring at him.

The night wind was still shaking the surrounding trees, and the blood-drinking sword in his hand also shook, but this shaking was not caused by the wind, as if it was shaking on its own.

Zhuo Yifan observed the strangeness of the blood-drinking sword, worried about whether there would be a monster, so he held it tightly with both hands to let it calm down.

After a few moments, the wind stopped blowing, the leaves stopped fluttering, and the Blood Drinking Sword stopped shaking and returned to a silent state.

"Daddy, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you!" Zhuo Yifan said to the joint burial tomb of Zhuo Song and Mu Xuan.

Then he walked to the joint tomb of Zhuo Ran and Shen Qian and said the same thing.

After being silent for a while, Zhuo Yifan began to leave the tomb group and walked towards the courtyard of Zhuo Jian Villa.

In the middle of the night, everything was silent, and even the sound in the forging pavilion was much weaker. Zhuo Yifan walked inside, and he could even hear the sound of his own footsteps, which was so loud that it seemed to wake up the sleeping insects around him.

With aimlessness, he walked to his door, but was not in the mood to go in at the moment, so he walked forward again.

After a while, I saw an oil lamp still lit in a house.

It's already deep at night, and who hasn't slept yet?

Zhuo Yifan was very curious about this, because his position at the moment was in the apprenticeship area, and it was obvious which apprentice was lighting up.

He stepped forward lightly and found that the outside of the room was rather dilapidated, even the window paper was torn. Through the exposed window paper, Zhuo Yifan saw a person reading a book in front of an oil lamp.

Zhuo Yifan slowly approached and found that the person reading the book turned out to be Wu An.

How did Anzi move here?

He used to be around his room, how could he live with these apprentices, isn't he the deputy butler of Zhuo Jian Villa now?

Faced with this situation, Zhuo Yifan guessed that something must have happened, otherwise, it would be impossible for Wu An to live here.

He saw Wu An's tired face from the outside, his expression was also very sluggish, and he seemed to be much thinner than before, and he could see that he was doing a bad job.

Childhood playmates, just like brothers, Zhuo Yifan and Wu An naturally have a deep brotherhood, and seeing him not doing well, Zhuo Yifan is not comfortable in his heart.

So he gently pushed the door open and walked inside.

"Squeak!"

The sound of the door being pushed open was harsh, breaking the silence of the night.

Hearing this, Wu An quickly raised his head, and then his face turned pale.

"Less...... Young Master......"

Wu An's whole body trembled nervously, and he even stammered when he spoke.

"Anzi, what's wrong with you?"

Wu An still looked at Zhuo Yifan in fear, looking up and down, and his body curled back unconsciously.

"Young Master, are you ...... Is it a human or a ghost?" Wu An said with fear on his face.

"You kid has become fat, you dare to curse me to death?" Zhuo Yifan said angrily.

"Everyone in the rivers and lakes said that you were killed, so I asked. Wu An still looked scared.

"Yes, some people have been hoping that I am dead for a long time, and they are spreading rumors about me. Zhuo Yifan couldn't get angry.

"Young Master, is it really you? You're not dead!" Wu An pounced all of a sudden, his face full of tears.

"What's wrong, aren't you doing well, why have you lost so much weight!" Zhuo Yifan said.

"Alas, it's hard to put into words. Wu An wiped his tears.

"By the way, why did you move here, aren't you the deputy butler of our villa?" Zhuo Yifan then asked.

Wu An calmed down the excitement just now, and then told Zhuo Yifan what happened to him.