On the stone pillar of Zhuo Jian Villa opposite, two ghosts familiar to him were still floating around, in Zhuo Yifan's eyes, they were not ghosts, but their relatives, although they were expressionless at this time, and they didn't seem to know each other. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Behind him is something unknown, still squirming, but it is only a scare, and it does not tear and devour, it just leads but does not trigger. However, this kind of inducement is also the most torturous, it makes Zhuo Yifan constantly vigilant and difficult to get comfortable.

As time passed, the flame in Zhuo Yifan's hand jumped more erratically, constantly increasing the length of the flame, which was due to the fact that the fire oil was getting less and less, and the combustible things were getting thinner and thinner.

Zhuo Yifan didn't want to go down like this, he always felt that he was indecisive in doing things, he didn't have the slightest intention of making a decision on the spot, and he made too many concessions to the outside world, so that they pressed step by step. This situation is not only when facing the evil things in the rear, but also when facing the various sects in the rivers and lakes, they are always allowed to pinch and pinch them, and they are so aggrieved to death.

Of course, it may have been because his martial arts were too low to resist before, but now he feels that he can't go on like this, and he has the internal strength to fight back.

"You want force, you want to be cold-blooded, you want to kill!" Zhuo Yifan suddenly shouted, turned his head suddenly, and was about to attack.

It's just that after turning around, he was very disappointed, because he didn't see anything evil, and there was nothing behind him, so that the Prajna Zen palm that he wanted to fight out could only be taken back abruptly.

He stroked the beads of sweat from his forehead, trying to figure out what was going on, but nothing could answer him except the dead black air around him.

He walked around the rear twice and found nothing suspicious except for some old debris.

It may be that he is weak in heart and is used to being framed, so he is prone to the feeling of being persecuted at any time, he thinks like this, as if this is the only reasonable explanation.

It seems that only force, cold-bloodedness, and killing can dispel the uneasiness in his heart, and can deter the greedy people who have gained an inch! This is the conclusion that Zhuo Yifan has reached at this moment.

He turned his head and found that his father and uncle on the two stone pillars opposite him had begun to stand straight on them, no longer floating around, and their expressionless faces were gone, replaced by a warm smile.

This smile made Zhuo Yifan's vigilant heart just now begin to feel comfortable, and unconsciously swelled up from the bottom of his heart the innate softness of children when facing adults.

"Daddy, Uncle!"

Zhuo Yifan shouted and waved to them.

Zhuo Song and Zhuo Ran were still smiling and did not respond.

Suddenly, the ancient tower where Zhuo Yifan was standing became pitch black, without a trace of light, and the silence of death was filled all around.

For the torch in his hand burned out, turning into a very dark red fire, and with the help of a faint pale red fire, wisps of green smoke began to rise, and he smelled it, and felt exactly the same smell as the clothes of a dead man were burned.

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

Zhuo Yifan shouted softly, in order to remove the uneasiness in his heart, he found that every time he said this, it seemed that he could be much stronger, his body was much taller, and the fear in his heart decreased sharply until it disappeared.

What a miraculous word, he thought to himself, repeating it in his mouth.

He raised his head and looked at the opposite side, only to find that Zhuo Song and Zhuo Ran were gone, and the stone pillar where they used to stand had turned into the two skeletons, which were still burning.

The two skulls were still weeping silently, their burnt eye sockets were cracking even wider, their sockets were deeply sunken, and their mouths were twisted as if they were sobbing.

"What's going on? Could it be that what you just saw is fake?" Zhuo Yifan muttered, puzzled, and could only stare blankly at the two skulls burning on the other side.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, he thought that maybe he missed his father and uncle too much, which led to all kinds of hallucinations, and the most bloody thing was that he imagined the two skulls as them!

"How can I think like that? If it's true, then wouldn't I be the most unfilial!" Zhuo Yifan said to himself.

Yes, he and Zhuo Yi have lit sky lanterns on the two skulls countless times, if it is really a father and uncle, is there still such an unfilial person in the world?

Then, Zhuo Yifan shook his head again, speechless for his cranky thoughts.

"Dad, uncle, I will definitely avenge you!" Zhuo Yifan said from afar to the two skulls.

As soon as the words fell, he was surprised to find that the two skulls had changed from a sad and silent tearful expression just now to a state of laughter and radiance. And the sky lantern that was lit above his head, the flames jumped three feet high, constantly jumping, getting higher and higher, as if he appreciated what Zhuo Yifan said.

Zhuo Yifan rubbed his eyes, in order to get rid of the fatigue of his eyes when they were open in the dark. After a while, he found that the two skulls were still in their original appearance, still sobbing and screaming, and he was sad. And the lit sky lantern began to glow like a ghostly fire, not as bright as before.

In this way, Zhuo Yifan knew that it was already the second half of the night, because there was less and less stone water in the sky lantern, and it emitted a bright light like a ghostly fire.

Zhuo Yifan began to turn around, there was nothing to wait for in the evil ancient tower. Although there were no torches in his hands, it was difficult to see anything clearly, and it was pitch black, as if all the eyes of demons were staring at him, and unknown insects were making terrifying screams.

But his mouth kept repeating that he wanted to kill by force, cold-blooded, and infinite power continued to surge in his heart, making all fear disappear without a trace.

Walking down from the third floor of the ancient tower, he leaned against the surrounding walls, slowly groping his way forward, in the dark ancient tower, in the trance of his eyes, reflecting the scene of bloodthirsty swords. He felt that this scene was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, and the bloody scenes made him extremely excited and comfortable.

groped his way to the second floor, it was no longer so dark, and Zhuo Yifan's eyes began to adapt to the different blackness of the stairwell of the ancient tower. He still kept shouting that he wanted to kill with force, cold-blooded, and completely blunted the fear in his heart into blood-devouring enthusiasm.

He continued walking until he reached the first level of the ancient tower, but he didn't encounter anything unthinkable, let alone anything dirty. He seemed to be a little disappointed in his heart at this time, there was no fear, as if there were no more exciting things in the world.

He stood at the door of the ancient tower, looking back at it, and it was still pitch black, and there was a dead silence.