I saw that the courtyard of Zhuo Jian Villa was crowded with many unfamiliar faces, and there were hundreds of people. The www.biquge.info people were holding torches, and they stood in several pieces, looking at each other in horror.

As Zhuo Yifan approached, he found that there were some familiar faces inside, Duan Yifeng, Qi Huaishan, Situ Hongyu, Nangong Qingtian, Qiu Wancheng, Qi Mengwu, Pingbu, Condensing clouds......

Behind these crowds lay a large number of people, the ground covered in blood, stumps and broken arms everywhere, and even many headless corpses.

The originally familiar courtyard is full of messes, green plants and bonsai are broken all over the place, bricks and wooden walls are scattered, and various neat and orderly placements are even more crooked, and there are fires from time to time, and it can be seen that there was a fierce fight here not long ago.

An ominous premonition crept into his heart, and Zhuo Yifan began to panic in his heart, his breathing became short, his head was a little empty, and his limbs began to be weak, unable to stand firmly.

In the face of Zhuo Yifan's continuous approach, those who were standing looked at it with a stunned face, and their eyes were full of "it has nothing to do with me", especially those who knew Zhuo Yifan.

Faced with this unspeakable scene, Zhuo Yifan ran madly towards the hall.

Before they reached the hall, they saw the corpses of the staggered family members everywhere, and the death was quite tragic.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in Zhuo Yifan's field of vision. He only felt a thump in his heart, his heart seemed to be shattered, and his heart cramped unbearably, and he couldn't straighten up.

"Second uncle, what's wrong with you?" Zhuo Yifan squatted down and shook a headless corpse.

Shaking left and right, shaking constantly, the headless corpse of course did not react. Not only that, but in the light of the fire, you can see that the corpse is barefoot.

But the clothes that Zhuo Ran often wears, as well as the birthmark on his heel, are extremely conspicuous under the light of Zhuo Yifan holding a torch. Based on these alone, he could be sure that it was the corpse of the second uncle, Zhuoran.

Zhuo Yifan still remembers that the fortune teller said that the birthmark on the heel is an evil appearance, and it is likely to suffer a great disaster. Of course, Zhuo Ran scoffed at this, but now it is a prophecy.

Not only that, but one of Zhuo Ran's arms was cut off, as was one leg. The cruel scene made Zhuo Yifan unbearable to look at it directly, he looked at Zhuo Ran's body again, and found that the clothes on his upper chest were especially bloodstained.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but touch it, and the touch made him even more frightened. It turned out that Zhuo Ran's heart and liver had been dug out, and his intestines had flowed all over the ground, but it was too dark to see at once.

Death is so cruel, how much hatred does this murderer have with Zhuo Ran? Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. Although the second uncle Zhuo Ran is very dignified on weekdays, he is an upright person, like his father Zhuo Song, who is kind and charitable, and has never offended anyone.

But right now, why was the second uncle so brutally killed?

Therefore, Zhuo Yifan didn't believe his eyes a little, thinking that the person who died so tragically might not be Zhuo Ran.

However, when he glanced around the corpse, he changed his mind.

Because next to the corpse was still lying his aunt, that is, Zhuo Yi's mother Shen Qian. Although Shen Qian is old, she is very well maintained, she is forty or fifty years old, but she seems to be only in her early thirties. She was already very beautiful, even younger and more beautiful than Zhuo Yifan's mother Mu Xuan.

I saw that Shen Qian grabbed the only remaining hand on the miserable Zhuo Ran corpse with one hand, tightly.

Then a long blood mark was scratched on the ground, and along the blood stain, it extended into the lobby, and it could be seen that Shen Qian crawled to Zhuo Ran's side from the lobby before he died.

Zhuo Yifan shouted a few times to his aunt, but Shen Qian was no longer breathing, there was a long knife stuck in her chest, and other than that, there were no other wounds on her body.

Seeing that his uncle and aunt were killed, Zhuo Yifan's whole body continued to ooze out with sweat, like flowing water.

Under Zhuo Ran's body, there was still a very thick rope, and the rope was knotted in circles, but it still didn't fall off.

Needless to say, Zhuo Ran was tied up with a rope before he died, and he couldn't move. Zhuo Yifan can even imagine the scene of the second uncle Zhuo Ran being brutally killed: first stabbed dozens of knives in the body, then cut off an arm and cut off a leg. The ferocious man didn't seem to understand the hatred in his heart, so he dug out his heart and liver, and dug out his intestines and lungs.

He seemed to be able to hear Zhuo Ran's heart-rending pain, and the cruel scene was terrifying to think about, while the wicked man was laughing beside him, and he was simply mad.

Zhuo Yifan, who was crazy, began to run into the lobby. At this time, the lobby was in chaos, corpses were scattered everywhere, and a disgusting smell of blood came to the nostrils.

Zhuo Yifan kept rummaging and found that all the corpses of his subordinates and family members were missing, and his parents were not among them. He was very flustered at this time, and he didn't see the bodies of his parents, which made him have a glimmer of hope in his heart, but with the current killing scene, such a brutal killing, Zhuo Yifan knew that his parents might be more than lucky.

He ran back and forth in the lobby, flipping the corpses lying on the ground.

The blood soaked his white clothes, the pure color he loved, already filthy. And the neat hair on weekdays is also messy at the moment, which can be said to be a cloak and scattered.

Covered in blood, he was still running like crazy, but in the huge hall, he didn't find any clues about his parents.

"No, in the study, in the back room......"

Zhuo Yifan muttered in a panic and quickly ran towards Zhuo Song's study.

After a while, Zhuo Yifan, who was mixed with blood and sweat, came to his father's study. I saw that the door of the study was hidden, and there was no movement inside.

"Bang dang!"

Zhuo Yifan kicked the door open, and what caught his eye was the familiar scene of a figure lying on the ground, with a large amount of blood flowing under him, and the blood had coagulated due to the passage of time.

Like the corpse of the second uncle Zhuo Ran, Zhuo Song's head is also missing. But that body and clothes, Zhuo Yifan is the most familiar.

Zhuo Yifan cried bitterly, constantly calling out to his father Zhuo Song, but only Zhuo Song's mutilated limbs responded to him.

Although Zhuo Song's body was stiff, it could be seen that he had been tortured a lot before he died.

Zhuo Yifan, who lost his mind, kept rummaging Zhuo Song's corpse, and the sound of crying and wailing resounded throughout Zhuo Jian Villa.

None of the people in Zhuojian Villa who were holding torches moved, just stood quietly, like clay sculptures, expressionless.

"Young master, master, he was killed, how did he be killed!" Several family members who followed Zhuo Yifan from Bodhi Temple couldn't believe the scene in front of them, and shouted loudly. (To be continued.) )