"In all fairness, Yi'er is more suitable to be the owner of this village at the moment, after all, Yi'er has made a lot of efforts in the current development of the villa. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This is not to say that Fan'er is not suitable, Fan'er still lacks some experience, and when he accumulates to a certain extent, he can also be a good owner of our villa. Steward Mei said calmly.

"What Uncle Mei said is very true, cousin, don't shirk it, now the villa can't do without you, or you should be the owner of the villa. I can learn from you and help you share it in the future, so you don't have to work so hard. Zhuo Yifan persuaded.

"Well, I think what Fan'er said is very reasonable, don't shirk it, the villa is still inseparable from you at the moment, you have to take responsibility. Steward Mei followed.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yi looked a little helpless, and said: "Okay, I'll be the owner of this village first, and after Yifan has experience, I will return the position of owner to Yifan." ”

"No matter what, no matter what, my brother has a deep brotherhood, so I can do anything. Steward Mei happily followed, and there were circles of laugh lines on his face.

With such a demeanor, Zhuo Yifan looked very heartwarming, like seeing his father Zhuo Song, warm as ever. And Zhuo Yi also had a smile on his face, which could not be hidden.

In this way, Zhuo Yi continued to be the owner of Zhuo Jian Villa.

Late at night, Zhuo Yifan still continued to practice swordsmanship, but tonight he was a little restless, always thinking of his mother Mu Xuan and his little bit of the past. This made him a little distracted in his sword practice, and it was difficult to exert the power of the blood-drinking sword.

He kept wondering what was wrong with him, could it be because he missed his mother too much.

Seeing that it had lasted for a long time and it was still difficult to control himself, Zhuo Yifan got up and walked towards his father's grave behind Zhuo Jian Villa.

The night was dark, and there was no one walking around in the huge Zhuojian Villa, only the sound of beating the watch not far away. The night breeze blows slowly, making people feel cool and refreshed. It was the feeling he was most familiar with before, but it was the least familiar recently.

He walked slowly, trying to open the knot in his heart by making his thoughts wander.

After a while, he got closer and closer to his parents' graves, but he noticed that there seemed to be someone whimpering in front of his uncle's grave not far away.

He slowed his pace further, making his steps, which had been silent when he walked, quieter, almost silent.

On the one hand, this is because he tries to control his gait as much as possible, and on the other hand, thanks to his deeper and deeper internal strength, he walks like a martial arts master, without a sound.

Slowly, he drew closer and closer to his aunt's grave, and then hid behind a row of pine and cypress bushes, listening intently to the whimpering in front of him.

"Qian'er, are you okay over there? I really miss you. A whimpering voice cried.

This voice Zhuo Yifan was unfamiliar with, but it was very similar to the voice of the person who broke into the old mansion last time when he found the blood-drinking sword in the old mansion of the villa.

"Qian'er?"

Could it be that he is talking about his aunt Shen Qian's name? Such an affectionate title, who is he, I can hear that he misses his aunt very much, which makes Zhuo Yifan surprised for a while.

"Qian'er, you are too cruel to me, I have waited for you for so many years, and you finally followed that one who suffered a thousand knives to another world, how can you be so cruel to me?"

This sentence made Zhuo Yifan very uncomfortable, because what the person said about being cut a thousand times was obviously talking about his uncle Zhuo Ran, and he also said that he had waited for his aunt Shen Qian for so many years, so who was the whimpering person in front of him?

"Since you're gone, there's not much point in me living, and if it weren't for my son's sake, I'd have gone with you, but I can't. I want to give my son infinite glory, let him become famous in the martial arts, let him cover the sky with one hand, and realize my long-cherished wish. So, I'm going to turn the martial arts upside down, hahaha......"

The more he listened, the more Zhuo Yifan couldn't understand, who was his son, what does it have to do with his aunt Shen Qian, is it Shen Qian's son?

No, if it is Shen Qian's son, then why does he still say my son instead of our son?

These words made Zhuo Yifan constantly think about it and want to find out.

Zhuo Yifan held his breath, he wanted to continue listening and listen to what other information he could send.

It's just that after a long time, I didn't hear the sound of talking, but the constant whimpering sound, I could hear that he was very sad, and it was enough to see that he liked his aunt Shen Qian very much.

For a long time, the whimpering sound continued, and Zhuo Yifan could even imagine that he was in tears, because his voice was very vicissitudes, and the sad voice even infected the surrounding trees, constantly swaying the branches and leaves, resonating with it.

The night was even darker, mixed with the smell of sorrow. Zhuo Yifan is familiar with this taste, because he himself came from sorrow. He even sympathized with him a little, just like he sometimes felt sorry for himself.

It's just that at the moment, he cares more about who he is, what does he have to do with Shen Qian, and whether he has anything to do with Zhuo Jian Villa being washed in blood, so Zhuo Yifan is patiently listening to his sadness, hoping that he can continue to talk to himself after sadness.

But hope is always good, but the reality is cruel, and after the man whimpered for a while, there was no sound, and the surroundings were quiet.

Zhuo Yifan has been looking ahead and has not taken his eyes off, but the person is missing under his nose. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking that he was dazzled by the darkness of the night. However, no matter how much he wiped it, there was still no one in front of him, only the night breeze blowing.

Could it be that he is a ghost?

This is Zhuo Yifan's first thought, otherwise, how could he disappear without warning?

The ghost was scary, he knew it, and he couldn't help but look around, only to feel that something seemed to be staring at him behind his shoulders. Zhuo Yifan glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and he was sure that there was something behind him looking at him.

He wanted to turn around and see what it was. However, he had heard from the people of the mountain village that he felt something staring at him in the middle of the night, and he must not look back, it was black and white impermanence asking for your life, and if he turned back, he could only follow them. Without looking back, ignoring them, they are powerless.

Zhuo Yifan's head was constantly sweating, and his whole body was trembling, although he didn't believe in ghosts, but after wandering in the rivers and lakes for so long, he had seen many bizarre things, and had encountered monsters that he didn't know before. This forced him to go from not believing at all, to becoming less certain, but half-convinced.

He only felt that the thing was behind his shoulders, breaking the branches, like breaking the neck of a man, shaking the branches and falling leaves.

He felt the thing getting closer and closer to him, and he could even hear its breathing, it was heavy.