He clearly remembered that strange place, when his father was alive, he forbade all the people in the village to enter, not even approaching, saying that there was something ominous inside. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Zhuo Yifan has only sneaked in with Zhuo Yi, and Wu An.

However, what is strange is that he found his father Zhuo Song sneaking in several times, and he kept looking around before entering, as if he was afraid that others would see him.

Therefore, he felt that the place was full of suspicious places, but it was really possible that there was a blood-drinking sword hidden.

Thinking of this, he was a little excited, as if he would be able to find the Blood Drinking Sword in the next moment.

He slowly approached the old house, which was far away from the area where the apprentices of the family worked, and there was silence all around, not a sound, only an unknown wind coming out of the ground.

Zhuo Yifan tentatively walked along the old house, trying not to make any sound. When he came to the door of the old house, he found that the door was open, the door frame was crooked, and the façade glowed white, the kind of white color left by the wind and sun, just like the white face of demons and monsters.

Zhuo Yifan stepped on his tiptoes and gently entered the old house, there were only dry leaves on the ground, and there was a crisp sound when he stepped on it. This kind of sound made Zhuo Yifan feel afraid, not only afraid that the sound would alarm the people of Zhuo Jian Villa, but also afraid that the sound would alarm the unknown things in the old mansion. Anyway, his heart was beating hard, and he kept retracting his movements, trying not to make too loud noises.

He walked slowly, listening intently for any other movement around him, and at this moment, he had to be careful.

Fortunately, there were no other unusual sounds around him, and he continued to walk slowly.

Of course, the old house is full of old houses, but the doors of the old houses are closed. Zhuo Yifan walked to the door and gently pushed it open.

"Squeaky ......"

A heart-wrenching murmur sounded, with the harsh sound of wood scraping against the ground.

Zhuo Yifan hurriedly withdrew his hands to stop the continuous sound of the voice.

There was silence for a while, but there was no other noise or movement. Zhuo Yifan pulled the door again and pushed forward, with a very small margin.

After a while, the door opened, and Zhuo Yifan walked in gently.

The room was pitch black, Zhuo Yifan didn't dare to light a torch, although he had already prepared, but he heard that there could be no light in the old house, otherwise there would be dirty things. As for what it was, he didn't know, it was something that made people feel scared. In such a desolate and dark room, of course, he did not dare to light it.

There was no movement in the room, Zhuo Yifan closed his eyes and opened them for a long time. Only in this way can the eyes get used to the darkness of the night as soon as possible.

Sure enough, when he opened his eyes, he began to be able to see the entire outline of the things in the room, although not very clear, but he could see the general appearance. He looked around and saw that the contents were almost exactly the same as the ones he had entered when he had been a child, and had not changed much.

He looked up at the back wall, he knew that there were several old portraits on it, and he didn't dare to stare at them when he was a child, because he felt that those pairs of eyes had been staring at him, which made his heart furry and even more cold.

Through the blurred blackness, he tried to look at the portrait carefully, trying to discern whether it was still the same as when he was a child. With the help of ghosting, he found that the eyes of the portrait were still a little white, a little strangely white.

He stared at its whiteness and at it again, at first a little preoccupied, then a little dizzy, feeling the room shaking. He quickly twisted his head away, not wanting to be hypnotized by it.

Although he turned his face, the evil smile that painted the eyes kept coming to his mind. He opened his eyes and glanced away, not wanting to be seduced by those eyes again, he didn't want to hallucinate himself and not be able to extricate himself.

Just as he was deliberately avoiding the evil eyes, suddenly the sound of rustling began to come from the portrait on the back wall, as if something was crawling, as if the eyes were blinking, or the sound of hands caressing the portrait.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but gasp, he didn't dare to look back, let alone rush out, he could only use his ears sideways to identify the location and direction of the sound.

The sound continued, and Zhuo Yifan could feel that someone behind him was stroking the portrait, and while the person was stroking, he stretched out his other hand and waved it behind Zhuo Yifan's head, and he felt the waving wind blowing up a handful of his hair.

Zhuo Yifan immediately felt that his bones were cold and his hair stood on end, goosebumps were raised in a thick layer, and he felt that his breathing was getting harder and harder, and he was about to faint.

The voice continued, Zhuo Yifan was almost crazy, he didn't want to endure this kind of torture of waiting for death anymore, so he quickly turned his head and wanted to see what kind of dirty thing it was.

The moment he turned his face, he saw that there was nothing crawling on the wall, but the wind was blowing the folds on the portrait.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Yifan was surprised, except for the door in this old house, there is no place to breathe, how can there be wind?

And there is no wind blowing in at the gate, it is just quiet at the moment, where does the wind come from in the unknown direction?

He looked around, but it was too dark for him to figure out how the wind was generated.

After a while, the movement of the portrait on the back wall ceased and returned to a deathly silence.

Zhuo Yifan's beating heart was relieved, and he exhaled heavily.

"To be forced, to be cold-blooded, to kill!"

Somehow, this sentence heard in the weird back mountain of Bodhi Temple actually echoed in my mind at this moment!

No, Zhuo Yifan wasn't sure if it was echoing in his mind or floating in his ears, but the voice came out again.

He knew it was the voice of the monsters in the Ice Pool, which said that there were nine of them, calling themselves the Ancient Netherworld, and Master calling them the Vampire Dragons. Those nine strange things were originally in the Nine Dragons Vampire Zen Staff, and later after the Zen Staff was melted with Bashan's Shennong Ding, it may be melted into the Flying Meteorite, and it may be in the Blood Drinking Sword at this moment.

"To be forced, to be cold-blooded, to kill!" the words still echoed in my ears, just like they came out of the old mansion at this moment.

"Cowardly people have no dignity to talk about. Zhuo Yifan muttered to himself, and then he was surprised, you know, this sentence was also said by the bloodsucking dragon.

"How could I say this?" Zhuo Yifan said to himself, looking incredulous.

I don't know what happened today, what the blood-sucking Nine Dragons said, why did Zhuo Yifan keep feeling that it was floating in his ears, could it be that there was really a blood-drinking sword hidden in this old mansion, and then those nine monsters were tempting him again?

Zhuo Yifan quickly took a look at the old mansion, and felt that there were protruding things everywhere, like skulls, but they were all silent. He looked at it again, and found nothing unusual except for the darkness.