Zhuo Yifan stared at them and found that they seemed to be crying silently, and their expressions were more sad than ever. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhuo Yifan didn't understand why every time he saw them, he had such an expression, and his heart was unbearable.

Every time he reacted to this heartache, he always thought of his father, mother, uncle and aunt, as well as the other clansmen of Zhuo Jian Villa who were brutally killed.

These two skulls were brought back by Steward Mei from the southwest town of Belvedere to ward off evil spirits, and the other people in the villa said that they had an effect, and they were not as afraid as before, and they were much safer.

However, Zhuo Yifan doesn't have this feeling, he always sees them crying silently, and sometimes they show evil expressions, and he always consciously or unconsciously produces heartache.

This had been going on for a long time, and he was becoming more and more suspicious of the two skulls. He even wondered if it was lighting a sky lantern or poking him in the heart.

Zhuo Yifan raised his head and continued to stare at it, the two skulls were still burning under the stony water. Suddenly, he felt that those two skulls were the heads of his father Zhuo Song and his uncle Zhuo Ran!

"Dad!Uncle!" Zhuo Yifan shouted.

At this time, he found that the sad expressions of the two skulls had changed to a slight smile, and he was very relieved.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't believe this change, thinking that it must be his own psychological effect, because for a long time, he didn't even find out the murderer of his fathers, which made him depressed, and he had a corresponding projection psychologically, so he had this strange feeling.

Zhuo Yifan rubbed his eyes so that they would not be blinded by the night.

Sure enough, when he wiped his eyes, he found that the two skulls still had that sad look, and there was no so-called smile.

Zhuo Yifan was even more puzzled, the smile he saw with his own eyes just now had returned to its original appearance in a blink of an eye.

"Daddy, Uncle!"

Zhuo Yifan shouted again.

He raised his head and stared seriously, and found that the two skulls really had a slight smile, just like the smiles of his father and second uncle before they died.

Zhuo Yifan's head was buzzing, and his breathing became rapid, almost suffocating.

He wiped his eyes again, and after a while, the two skulls returned to their sad expressions, and spurted out of their ears, noses, and mouths along with the rolling night.

"Dad! Second Uncle!"

Zhuo Yifan shouted again, and then stared at them.

Once again, the two skulls turned into slightly smiling faces.

There are only three things, and there will be demons after three!

Zhuo Yifan had a full grasp of the expressions of the two skulls this time, and it was indeed changed after he shouted at them.

"Could it be that these two skulls are really the heads of my father and second uncle?" Zhuo Yifan muttered to himself, his heart was constantly dripping blood, and his eyes were full of sparks, he was stunned by this terrifying possibility.

How can this be?

Zhuo Yifan couldn't understand, could it really be the heads of his father and second uncle, but how could they be brought to the Belvedere Spiritualist Concept, which was thousands of miles away?

Although the magic weapons in the Spiritualist View are rumored to be miraculous, they may have their own special channels to obtain what they believe to have the effect of warding off evil spirits, but who sold the heads of their father and second uncle?

Is it a murderer, or a second-class dealer?

Zhuo Yifan didn't know.

The most important thing to figure out at the moment is whether these two skulls are the heads of his father and second uncle, and only after this is determined, other subsequent speculations are meaningful.

With this in mind, Zhuo Yifan changed his original plan, he didn't want to question Zhuo Yi about killing his grandfather at this time, he needed to find out the true identity of these two skulls first.

And to find out the real source, it is useless to just ask Uncle Mei, he needs to start from the concept of spiritualism, only in this way can he get close to the truth.

The conjuring view is thousands of miles away in the southwest border town of Belvedere, where the customs and geology are not the same as those in the Central Plains.

Zhuo Yifan didn't have an intuitive feeling about the magic weapon of the Spiritualist View to ward off evil spirits, and he didn't even believe it in his heart, but he just classified it as a kind of self-hypnosis and adjustment to people's hearts.

However, as time went on, this idea became more and more out of place for him. As I went deeper into the rivers and lakes, I saw more and more things, and many incredible things appeared in front of me, which made people unbelievable, and there was no reasonable explanation.

In this case, Zhuo Yifan began to be a little confused about the so-called ghosts and ghosts, and his attitude began to be in a state of riding the wall, that is, he neither believed it fully nor did he disbelieve it.

In the days when he had stayed in Zhuo Jian Villa before, he could feel from the expressions of everyone that the two skull magic weapons that he had received from the Belvere Soul Conjuring Viewing had expelled the evil spirit and ghostly scourge of Zhuo Jian Villa without a trace, and protected the safety of hundreds of people.

Zhuo Yifan saw Zhuo Jian Villa in the middle of the night, it seemed to be true, it was very quiet and peaceful, although hundreds of people died tragically, but it did not leave any gloomy atmosphere.

He gazed at the two skulls, feeling more and more real about their evil spirits.

"Go to the Belvedere Spiritualist Observatory now, I want to find out your true colors. Zhuo Yifan said to the two skulls.

But considering the long distance, and Zhuo Yifan had no money on him at this time, he had to find a way to get some silver to buy a horse.

The wallgrass, which he hated, became his first target, so he sneaked into the wallgrass's room, went straight to his bed, and lit it up.

Then Zhuo Yifan swaggered around the room.

After rummaging for a while, good fellow, the wall grass is indeed a wicked slave who collects money, and he has found three boxes of gold and a box of pawn tickets. The gold is too heavy, but there are only three boxes, and Zhuo Yifan is still willing to take them. The total value of the pawn tickets was much higher than the gold, so he took out all the pawn tickets and left Zhuo Jian Villa.

Soon dawn came, and after the horse market in the southwest corner of Liangcheng opened, Zhuo Yifan chose a high-quality horse, galloped on horseback, and marched towards the Belvedere Spiritualist Temple.

At first, I was able to drive with all my might, but because Belvedere was located on the southwest border, the road was full of mountains and cliffs, and the further I went, the slower the riding speed became, and sometimes I had to lead the horse.

Zhuo Yifan found that the external landscape has also become dazzling, and the soil has changed from gray to red, the further he goes southwest, the more peculiar the red becomes, looking at the red soil like blood everywhere, Zhuo Yifan's head is constantly congested, as if he sees the scene of the blood-drinking sword.

The strange scene is projected into the heart, which will produce a different feeling, especially the closer to the Belvedere, the fantasy and evil feeling keeps coming to the heart, as if coming to a special earthly world.