Great Heaven Sovereign

Hearing the sound, Yang Fan felt his scalp numb.

The blood of the whole body seemed to solidify at this moment.

"Terror, great terror. There is great terror in this mansion!" Yang Fan's mind tightened at once. This is an instinctive feeling. He has experienced too many things. Many dangers are not made out of nothing, but will give him an inexplicable feeling.

Just as now, facing the old man or the unknown voice in it makes Yang Fan feel numb and afraid.

It's like... They're not living.

As soon as the idea appeared, Yang Fan was tangled in his heart, his eyebrows frowned, and his forehead was wrinkled into a line.

This idea seems absurd, but it feels like this to Yang Fan.

"Uncle, this is your fault. The owner of the house is clearly at home, but he told us that they are far away. Fortunately, I asked more, otherwise I would be cheated by you." The little boy looked disgusted.

He felt that the old man had done wrong.

But the old man shook his head: "since you want to go in so much, go in." The old man said, his face expressionless, and his muscles seemed to freeze together.

Yang Fan saw in his eyes, and his fear soared again.

Intuition told him that this was not a good place and that unexpected things might happen.

"Zhang Cheng, let's go. I feel unwell today. Don't bother uncle Ji." Yang Fan said.

He believes in his intuition!

Now he doesn't know anything about the world. He still wants to return to Wutian continent, so Yang Fan doesn't want to get involved in any danger.

After all, he is a mortal now.

There is no mortal.

He's not even qualified to take risks.

"You're joking. I already know what you're coming for. How can I let you wander away, housekeeper, without welcoming nephew Zhang in?"

But at this time, a voice came again suddenly. The moment the sound appeared, Yang Fan's heart sank.

There's nothing to avoid.

"Yes, childe, it's master Ji who is pulling the strings for us this time. Without master Ji, we can't find that gentleman." The little boy, that is, Zhang Cheng, looked at Yang Fan in a little panic.

He felt that his childe was too abnormal. He slept like a different person. He even backed out at this time. You know, I chattered with him on the way to see Xin'er.

After all, it was the pride of heaven, the pride of the whole spirit world.

But I didn't expect that, in front of me, he counseled and even gave birth to the idea of retreating.

Yang Fan:

Yang Fan felt that the little boy was his nemesis.

If he didn't feel dangerous, would he choose to retreat?

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng didn't know anything, but pushed himself into the fire pit.

"Young master, don't be afraid. I'll accompany you." Zhang Cheng continued, his eyes on the sky were positive and firm.

Seeing this, Yang Fan couldn't say a word of reprimand in his heart.

At the same time, Yang Fan suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring at himself in the dark.

That feeling was like being in infinite terror, with ghosts circling in the dark, which suddenly accelerated his heart.

At this moment, Yang Fan understood.

This secret existence has been staring at him!

If he doesn't go in, the secret existence may directly kill him.

"Let's go." Yang Fan pretended to be relaxed and suppressed the terrible thoughts in his heart.

He doesn't know what existence is in the dark, but he must hide himself. His identity may be an opportunity to escape this time.

This is a perception.

Zhang Cheng's face was filled with joy, and his eyes began to burst into brilliance, as if he wanted to see a new world.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly in his heart.

This... Is really a deep abyss without knowing it. Instead, he volunteered to walk in.

As the old saying goes, heaven has a way to go, and hell has no way to go.

"Go in. I hope you're safe." At this time, the housekeeper stepped aside to make way. And when Yang Fan passed by him. The old man suddenly said:

"The ten worlds are gone. When will we have to toss about?" The old man's long voice turned into a sigh.

Yang Fan's footsteps stopped abruptly.

"What did you say, old man?" Yang Fan stopped and said fiercely.

In the dark, he seems to have caught something, and a gap suddenly appears in his heart.

This feeling is extremely strong, which makes Yang Fan feel suddenly enlightened. But there was a faint smell, as if close at hand, but there was no door to enter.

Who knows the old man at this time, but the corner of his mouth raised an inexplicable radian: "you are a little different."

It seems ironic, but it seems to be praise.

This sentence, the whole Yang Fan was also directly stunned and frowned tightly.

"Please give me some advice!" Yang Fan said directly.

With humility and sincerity.

"I don't have any advice, but sometimes what my eyes see may not be true. I have only one sentence to tell you. As for your result, it depends on your own luck." The old man said faintly. On his cold and strange face, the stiff tone made people cold.

But he didn't know that this sentence shocked Yang Fan's heart.

This sentence... He heard it for the third time.

No, exactly, the fourth time.

"What's the secret behind this? The master said, the Buddha said, and now the old man said, even the terror on the second floor."

Whether it's his master or Buddha, they are very direct. Tell him not to believe his eyes and what he sees may not be serious.

Only on the second floor, he said it more thoroughly. He said he was blind right now, which could avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"Young master, let's go. It's not easy. We've come here. We can't neglect it. If we make the Ji family unhappy, we won't come in vain." At this time, the little boy Zhang Cheng suddenly said.

Yang Fan's thoughts were also pulled back.

But his eyes remained on the old man's face. He looked at the old man's stiff face and didn't move. It seemed that he wanted to hear more from the old man's mouth.

But the old man seemed to fall into another state, with no God and no luster in his eyes.

That state

It's like a dead man.

Yang Fan's heart suddenly tightened, and an inexplicable fear appeared in his heart.

The world... Is so weird. Strange, he doesn't have any initiative at all. It's like he's pulling a string puppet under some force, but he walks through the plot that has been set long ago.

This feeling made him feel like he wanted to escape.

At this time, Yang Fan suddenly felt a pull from the palm of his hand. Zhang Cheng couldn't wait to pull himself towards the inside.

Yang Fan wants to struggle, but the great power from the palm gives Yang Fan a feeling of powerlessness.

In a trance, Yang Fan also seemed to see that Zhang Cheng at this time seemed to have changed his face... On his white face, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, green tendons and blood stains crisscrossed on his face, filled with a thirst for blood.

"Hold the grass!" Yang Fan drank fiercely in his heart, then worked hard to get rid of Zhang Cheng's hand, turned and left.

"Young master, what are you doing? Don't run."

Zhang Cheng shouted quickly.

But Yang Fan was very firm.

Without hesitation, he walked directly towards the gate.

At this moment, he felt as if he had entered a ghost nest. All he thought now was to leave here.

"My good nephew, you're all here. Why are you in such a hurry to leave? I've prepared a feast and am preparing to entertain you!" Suddenly, a voice came from behind.