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Chapter 142 It's Little Fish Back
The cold and sweaty hands were suddenly covered by the familiar warmth and dryness. She raised her thick eyelashes and looked up in a daze. She saw Yan Zheng's peaceful but warm eyes, "Let's go!" He said to she says.

She nodded. He told her that they didn't come here just to commemorate or revisit their old places.

Yan Zheng grabbed her, carrying a basket of things in his hands, but the two of them didn't walk through the dilapidated house door, but lightly stepped on their feet, and held hands, like swallows, they crossed the wall and landed in the wall silently.

It was night, with no stars or moon, and the light was very dim. Although both of them were people with excellent eyesight, they were also very cautious. After a little bit of adaptation, they stood up straight.

All that can be seen now is indeed barren grass and dead trees, broken walls and ruins.Yan Wanwan stood up, fell silent for a moment, then took Yan Zheng's hand instead, "Go this way." The two separated the weeds and walked in the dark.

"No wonder people around say that this house is haunted." After walking a few steps, Yan Wanwan said softly.If she hadn't been brave enough, she would have been terrified just walking in such a place.

Yan Zheng slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, "Are you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? Even if there is a ghost, it is either my adoptive father and mother, or those who died under the sword of my adoptive father and mother. If I see my adoptive father and mother, I just need to ask clearly, or If I meet those people, I will just kill them again." Yan Wanwan snorted softly, her words were casual but sonorous, completely confident.

Yan Zheng's smile deepened when he heard it, it really is his wife.

The two walked in silence for a while, Yan Wanwan stopped, raised her hand, pointed to a corner of the eaves not far ahead, and said, "When I came back that day, my adoptive father and mother were sitting against the wall. The blood all over their bodies is lifeless, but I don’t know if those dumb people have moved them, as for this area, they are all corpses, all dressed in black.” When she said this, she paused slightly.

"What's the matter?" Yan Zheng glanced at her suspiciously, seeing her frowning.

"It's nothing. It's just that I can't remember clearly. Is there anyone in the black-clothed man?" Yan Wanwan frowned and thought for a while, but she couldn't remember anything, and her brows were filled with distress.

Yan Zheng tightened the hand in his palm, "Even if you don't wear the clothes of Han Ming Si, you may not be Han Ming Si." As he promised, he did not presuppose any position.Yan Wanwan told him that at that time, his father showed up at the scene with all the people from the mute department, his father's mask was gone, and there were scars on his body left by the sword of heaven and earth.She has followed Xiao Yan and his wife to learn Tiandijian and Huahuashou since she was a child, so she will definitely not admit her mistake.Then his father and Han Mingsi may be the murderers who killed King Ning and his wife.

Even if King Ning conspired against him, he should have taken it back to Beijing to interrogate him, but they both died in this house.It was said that they committed suicide in fear of crime, why did Yan Wanwan see this courtyard full of corpses again?Now that time has passed, there is naturally no corpse for them to verify, and he never asked his father anything before he set off. If he had a preconceived idea, it would only blur his judgment.Therefore, he would rather believe what he saw and found.

I don't know if there are any clues left in this house, this trip is just a chance.

In a short time, the two arrived at the place Yan Wanwan had just pointed out. She looked at a certain corner of the wall and stopped, her face turned pale, and her eyes were slightly straightened.

Yan Zheng knew it was there, he let go of her hand, walked forward with the basket in his hand, took out the incense candles and offerings from the basket, lit the incense candles, and placed the offerings one by one, Then he turned his head and waved to Yan Wanwan, "Lady, come here!"

Yan Wanwan hesitated for a moment, walked over, and saw him knelt down with his robe pulled back, and she also knelt down, he handed over three sticks of lighted incense, and she took it.Seeing that he also offered three sticks of incense with both hands, he respectfully bowed three times in the direction of the wall, straightened up and said, "Father-in-law and mother-in-law are on top, I am Xiaoyu's husband. I didn't tell you when I got married. , I just came to see you now, and the etiquette is not good enough, I hope the second elder will not blame you."

"The second elder raised his wife very well, and the son-in-law is very grateful. I also want to assure the second elder that the son-in-law will take good care of Xiaoyu in the future, so that she will not be cold, hungry, or hurt. He understands her, loves her, and respects her. Never let her suffer the slightest grievance. The oath is empty, just ask the two elders to be in the spirit of heaven, watch carefully, if the son-in-law fails to do it, just punish the son-in-law."

After finishing speaking, he inserted three incense sticks into the mound, and kowtowed three more times.

On the side, Yan Wanwan's eyelashes were slightly wet listening to his words, she was never a person who likes to cry, but today...it must be this place that makes her heart vulnerable?definitely is.

She blinked, blinked away the mist of tears in her eyes, and respectfully bowed her head three times while offering the three incense sticks, and inserted the incense sticks together with the three sticks that she had just said to signify.

"Father, mother, it's Xiaoyu...he's back..." She whispered, her voice was hoarse and not crying.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew over her hair, carrying the unique coolness of early autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, passing by her ears, blowing the ashes of paper money that Yan Zheng had just ignited, and flying in the air.

It seems that the dead have heard and seen it, and they are responding softly—they are back.

After the worship, Yan Wanwan felt a little depressed, but still remembered the business.And the reason why she and Yan Zheng came here secretly was just in case.

That being the case, you shouldn't indulge in your own emotions and can't pull it out. You have to hurry up and find the clues that may be left behind.

However, nothing.Even the traces left behind can be vaguely discerned, some are left by the Heaven and Earth Sword, some are left by the Fuhua Hand, and some other weapons are left. There are knives, swords and hidden weapons, but they can't see them. Come out a little bit.

It's all useless.When a light mark on the gray wall fell into his eyes at a place half a person's height, Yan Wanwan was startled suddenly.

Yan Zheng noticed her strangeness, followed her gaze, and saw the trace. "This is... Heaven and Earth Sword?"

After watching for a while, he was able to distinguish the marks made by the Heaven and Earth Sword and the Whispering Hand, but when he asked, his eyebrows were drawn suspiciously.

This mark is like the sword of heaven and earth, but it is a little different.

"No, that's not the heaven and earth sword of my adoptive father." Yan Wanwan stared at that place with straight eyes, and said in a quiet tone. "That's left by Xiao Rang's little sword. Back then, his Heaven and Earth Sword was a minor thing..."

Xiao Rang?A strange light flashed across Yan Zheng's eyes, "Then are these traces from before?"

"No!" Yan Wanwan shook her head subconsciously, "We usually don't come here to practice swords, and I don't remember him leaving traces here." Finally, she shook her head uncertainly, " I... I don't know either."

"That is to say, you can be sure that this trace was left by Xiao Rang, but you can't be sure when it was left?" Yan Zheng is still very sensitive.

(End of this chapter)