"Alas, the second uncle is already content, because your aunt Shen Qian finally chose me, but she was more stupid and died for me. ”

"That Zhuo Wei is not actually your son. ”

"Yi'er has been raised by me for more than 20 years, not father and son, better than father and son, I think he also has feelings for me, don't you see that it took him a long time to come out of my death. Don't embarrass him. ”

"However, he keeps saying bad things about you, and he looks down on you, and he doesn't have you in his heart at all. ”

"It's okay, as long as I have him in my heart. Yifan, stop it, stop thinking about revenge, and live well. After speaking, Zhuo Ran wiped the blood stains on his body, then walked towards the wall, and finally disappeared.

At this time, Zhuo Yifan was very depressed, he didn't understand, Zhuo Ran was killed so cruelly, he still didn't want to avenge him himself, and even considered Xiang Zhenfeng and Zhuo Yi, it was incredible.

He still had a subconscious in his head at this time, and he vaguely felt that the painting was reversed, and the truth was that his father Zhuo Song and his second uncle Zhuo Ran both hoped that he would avenge them.

Just as he was thinking, his grandfather Mu Liangsheng, whom he admired the most, came out of the painting.

Mu Liangsheng still has that leisurely appearance, he was not killed in the mass grave at all, and he lost any master's style.

"Fan'er, grandpa misses you, do you miss grandpa?"

"I think, I think very much, I even think about it. Zhuo Yifan shed tears.

"Oh, they've all grown into manhood, what are you wiping your tears, wipe them off quickly. Grandpa is fine now, don't worry about it. ”

"Grandpa, Duan Yifeng and Duan Zixiong, who killed you, are dead, only Zhuo Yi, the villain, I haven't killed him yet. ”

"Fan'er, what your father and second uncle said just now are right, don't just think about avenging us, and delay your own life. Besides, revenge is dangerous, and Grandpa doesn't want to see you in danger. ”

"However, I could not convince myself not to take revenge, and a voice kept ringing in my ears, that is, I want to avenge you, and not a single enemy will be spared. ”

"That's all the voice of the world, sometimes violating the world, will make your life better, there is no need to delay the lives and lives of the living for a few dead people. ”

"But I really can't do it, I can't do it. Zhuo Yifan shook his head and said.

"You can try slowly, try not to have hatred. ”

"No...... Don't ......" Zhuo Yifan still shook his head.

"Alas, you kid, why can't I make sense of you?" said Mu Liangsheng, shaking his head, walking towards the painting, and then disappeared.

"Grandpa, don't go, don't go!" Zhuo Yifan shouted, but in response to him, there was silence.

Zhuo Yifan looked at his father, uncle and grandfather with tears in his eyes, and disappeared from front of him one by one, and then all he had in common persuaded himself not to take revenge and to live a good life.

Zhuo Yifan stroked his head, he felt that he should miss them too much, and knew that they all cared for him very much, so he presented their possible manifestations in this form.

Zhuo Yifan guessed that in their reactions, the normal should be like this, so he imagined those possible pictures, and he felt that the pictures just now were all imagined by himself.

At this time, the dense aura became thicker and thicker, and in the rising white mist, Qi Ruoxuan, who was dressed in white, walked out.

She was still as beautiful as she was when she was alive.

"Yifan, are you doing well?" Qi Ruoxuan said with a smile, smiling like a flower.

"Ruoxuan, is it really you? am I dreaming, or am I in a fantasy?"

"Fool, of course it's really me, can't you recognize me?"

"No, I'm ashamed of you, I killed you. Zhuo Yifan said sadly, looking very helpless.

"Alas, life and death are in the sky, how is it your fault? It's just that when I was suffering from fate, I happened to meet you, and it was not your fault. ”

"But if it weren't for my partiality and belief, I wouldn't have killed your father, and then you wouldn't have died. ”

"There are some things that have no end in the chain of cause and effect. Just as my father killed many innocent people when he was young, who did he ask for justice for their lives? My father said that his own death was also atonement for the crimes committed in his youth, and he did not blame anyone. ”

"But I can't forgive myself, every time I think of you, I can't breathe in pain, and I feel like I'm an ominous person, bringing you bad luck and bad luck. ”

"Okay fool, don't be sad, live well, maybe we'll see each other soon. ”

Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan was a little surprised, could it be that he was really about to die, otherwise how could Qi Ruoxuan talk like this?

Zhuo Yifan looked at Qi Ruoxuan who was smiling and said, "Am I really going to die soon?" I haven't taken revenge yet, I'm not reconciled." ”

"Say you're stupid, you still don't admit it, who said you'd die?" Qi Ruoxuan said with a smile.

"And how do we meet?"

"I can go see you. ”

"Huh?"

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was very surprised, Qi Ruoxuan smiled and said, "Aren't I in the thick ice now, who said that I am dead?"

Zhuo Yifan was surprised: "You are not dead yet?"

"Well, it's really hard to say, anyway, there are a lot of unexpected things in the world. ”

"Are you dead or not, and how can I get you out?"

"The secret of heaven cannot be revealed, and you don't have to ask, anyway, at a certain time, there will be certain things, which are always unpredictable. ”

Qi Ruoxuan smiled and said, very relaxed, without the cruel words he said to Zhuo Yifan before he died.

And then she slowly disappeared, with her smile.

Zhuo Yifan reached out to touch it, but it was long gone.

He looked around again and again, obviously thinking again, it was because he was too guilty about Qi Ruoxuan that she had the idea of being tolerant of herself.

As for whether these pictures appear because of what he thinks in his heart, in fact, he can't say. However, he knew that if he never forgot it, there would be an echo, and it was precisely because of what he thought in his heart that he had these thoughts that made him come to mind.

Zhuo Yifan kept rubbing his forehead, trying to sober himself up, and then rubbed his temples again, trying to get rid of this blurred state at the moment.

It's just that this kind of action doesn't seem to have any effect, and there is still a dense atmosphere in front of him, like a fairyland on earth, so that he can't tell whether it's real or illusory. But in his head, there was another thought, that is, he was in an evil old house, and the things in it were not such a fairyland.