"The descendants of my Song family, although they can't talk about worrying about the country and the people, they also keep in mind the family rules, don't do evil, don't help evil, and are worthy of their conscience. Song Xiaoren opened his mouth slowly, looking directly at Ye Fan, "What are you mistaken?"

Ye Fan shook his head and sighed, feeling sorry for Song Xiaoren for believing in his children and grandchildren too much, "Old man, you live in a simple place, I'm afraid you can't cover everything, your children and grandchildren are the same when they are in front of you, and they have a completely different face outside, I don't dare to say more about others, Song Yuancheng, Song Donglai's father and son have done something immoral, they clearly understand in their hearts!"

Song Chuyu was a little thoughtful when he heard this, and then asked, "Third uncle, what have they done?"

"This is a long story, if the old man wants to find out the truth, he only needs to send someone to investigate their father and son a little. Ye Fan didn't want to say anything, Song Xiao let him check it himself, which was far more convincing than what others had heard.

Song Xiaoren nodded slightly, it was a matter of the reputation of the Song family, even if there was no Ye Fan's suggestion, he would ask someone to thoroughly investigate these children and grandchildren.

"Regarding the cause of Miss Song's illness, should the old man also talk about it in detail?" The main purpose of Ye Fan's visit was not to appeal for Zhuge Nan, he was even more strange about what happened to Song Chuyu, which made her yin and yang out of balance, and the vitality in her body was greatly damaged.

Hearing this, Song Xiaoren's face was finally moved, he was silent for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "This matter is related to the rise and fall of my Song family, can you promise not to mention it to outsiders?"

Xie Senyang patted his chest and hurriedly replied: "Grandpa Song, I promise not to leak it, including my father, my future wife and children, I promise not to let them know a little!"

"Xiaoyu and I won't talk about it, old man, please relax. Ye Fan made a guarantee on behalf of Lu Qingyu.

Song Xiaoren's eyes showed a trace of melancholy, and he nodded and waved: "Let's go, you go there with me......"

Bypassing the deep Merlin Trail, the spire-roofed castle-style villa behind him has been thrown hundreds of meters away, and a three-person-high airtight courtyard wall appears in the manor.

The courtyard in the courtyard, the wall in the wall, before approaching here, let everyone feel that there is a gloomy and mysterious smell, could it be that inside this high wall, what ghosts and beasts are trapped in the lock?

Ye Fan secretly observed and found that Song Chuyu couldn't help but tremble at this time, his face was unusually pale, it was obvious that this place was where she had been, even after more than ten years, it still inspired the fear hidden in Song Chuyu's heart.

The courtyard wall is made of red bricks, which looks like the kind of red bricks commonly used to build tiled houses in the countryside, but on closer inspection, Ye Fan can see the difference. These bricks and stones are releasing some kind of energy all the time, faintly, the red light is mixed with the cold, this strange phenomenon aroused his secret curiosity, the eyes of the sky opened, and suddenly, a copper wall like a prison appeared in the field of vision!

The two walls facing him are steaming with a stream of red, dark blue and invisible brilliance, intertwined, like an ancient magic box, above the wall of this courtyard, the brilliance is particularly obvious, and in the core area of the courtyard, an indigo cold light rushes straight into the sky, sharp as a sword!

What is this thing causing the horrific vision?

What exactly is hidden in this courtyard?

Putting away the eyes of the sky, Ye Fan calmed down a little, looked up at the front courtyard gate, and there were two ancient words written on a very old plaque: ancestral hall!

Inside the high wall, is it actually the ancestral hall of the Song family?

The ancestral hall of the ancient big family paid a lot of attention, the most important of which is that the fallen leaves return to the roots, it is reasonable to not be able to build it abroad, even if for some well-known reasons, the Song family still has a place to choose from in Taipei, why should the ancestral hall be built in the United States?

There was weirdness everywhere in this, and for a while, Ye Fan was puzzled.

There was not a single guard in front of the ancestral hall, so Song Xiaoren took the lead and pushed open the two quiet wooden doors with his own hands.

"Come in!" said the old man, his steps a little heavy as he stepped on the threshold.

With curiosity, several young people exchanged glances with each other and followed the fish.

The courtyard is covered with snow and there is no sign of cleaning, and the so-called ancestral hall is only two houses, which probably enshrine the tablets of the ancestors.

Everyone looked around in a circle, and suddenly, Ye Fan's gaze was fixed on one place, showing a strong shock!

In the corner of the wall, in the shade of a few red plum trees, under the silhouette of a covered snow, a big living person!

This person's whole body was covered with snow, and he couldn't even see his eyebrows and eyes, only a slight breath remained, and if he didn't look closely, he wouldn't find that the shadow was a living person.

Sitting in the blooming red plum, he was a veritable snowman, except for Ye Fan, only Song Xiaoren subconsciously glanced at it when he entered the door.

When Ye Fan cast his eyes on that person, it seemed that the other party also sensed his breath, his eyes suddenly opened and closed, and two beams of thunderous dazzling essence instantly intersected with Ye Fan in the air!

Click!

There seemed to be sparks in the air, and this glance made Ye Fan's face change color sharply, and endless fluctuations and anger surged in his heart!

"It's !? you"

The infinite murderous aura burst out of Ye Fan's body in this moment, soaring into the sky, almost comparable to the indigo cold light in the ancestral hall!

What kind of person can make Ye Fan, who is now in a broad state of mind, have such emotions, such as murderous opportunities?

Counting his opponents in the past, most of them have returned to dust, and the few who are still alive can hardly threaten his life, let alone let him lose his temper like this.

This is a real anger from the depths of the heart, a hatred that cannot be resolved!

Lu Qingyu was taken aback by Ye Fan's emotion, and hurriedly asked, "Brother Ye, what's wrong with you?"

Song Chuyu and Xie Senyang also looked at him in astonishment, and were so shocked by this murderous aura that it seemed to be like a substance, and they took a few steps back.

"Whew-"

A long breath came from under the snowdrift, as if turning on the pulse of nature, the snow in the ancestral hall rose without wind, and quickly spread into sand, just two or three seconds, so that everyone's eyes could not be opened, and the entire courtyard was full of snowflakes!

These snowflakes did not fly blindly, but swept towards the sky above the small courtyard of the ancestral hall, violating the laws of nature, going against the grain, and floating high into the sky!

In this chaotic scene, all the snow in the courtyard is peeling off the original layer by layer, revealing the red brick floor, and a figure slowly stands up in the wind and snow, straightening his waist!

As the last layer of snow in the courtyard was swept away by the last vigor, there was not a single snowflake in the entire ancestral hall, and in the red plum bush, there was a domineering and arrogant figure!

Gray robe, black cloth shoes, a messy beard on his face, and an old face, but with a pair of domineering and lonely eyes!

"So you're here!" Ye Fan gritted his teeth and drank coldly, and slowly walked towards this person step by step.