The palm wind was fast, Liu Lang only felt that he was slashing at his head head-on, and he didn't have time to react at all, suddenly his eyes were dark, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Flowers!"

Liu Lang was shocked, opened his eyes with a swish, and was immediately frightened.

"Men in black? The man in black again? Could it be that the man in Tang Luozhukou, the person who killed the Tang family and the person who cursed the Tang family, was all the man in black? ”

Liu Lang calmed down for a long time before he slowly recovered, but he was extremely shocked in his heart.

The situation just now was like watching a movie, Hua hid behind the door, watched the man in black appear behind Tang Yanshi, and then just shook out a palm, and directly cut off Tang Yanshi's arm.

And the flowers were also split by the man in black.

Damn it!

Because the puppet ghost flower and Liu Lang's seven spirits wanted to connect, the flower soul collapsed, Liu Lang's soul was damaged, and his face was a little ugly at this time.

Who is that man in black? How can it be so powerful?

Moreover, what did Tang Yanshi mean by the words of the old man? Tang Luozhu is a wizard, and their Tang family is a member of the Wushenmen?

What is the Witch Gate?

Liu Lang thought about it, crossed his knees and closed his eyes, his mind was immersed in the damaged soul, and he slowly ran the Dao technique, and it took a long time before he slowly recovered.

Damn, the man in black must have something up his sleeve.

After a little better, Liu Lang opened his eyes again, looked at the portrait in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder again.

No wonder the portrait is so heavy, it turns out that there is a lot of things inside, this kind of ability is simply unheard of, and I actually saw it with my own eyes at this time.

There seems to be a story recorded in the portrait, and that story is when the Tang family is at stake.

It's just that I was too nervous just now, and I actually exposed myself. Also lost flowers.

Liu Lang shook his head slightly, with a look of annoyance, put away the portrait, put it in his backpack, and then stood up and walked along the path that Hua had just taken. Go all the way to the bedroom at the end of the side hall on the left.

The layout of the bedroom is exactly the same as what you see in the painting, but it looks much older, and there are signs of it.

Liu Lang's gaze circled around the entire room, and finally landed on the bed.

The sheets on the bed are rotten, probably because of the age, but they are not quite what you see in the painting.

"That old man is Tang Yanshi's father? It seems that he should have been very ill at the time, but what happened later? ”

Liu Lang thought about it. Slowly walked to the side of the bed and took a closer look.

Because the sheets were already a little rotten, revealing the bottom of the bed board, Liu Lang looked back and forth twice, and did not find anything unusual at first. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed a scratch on the edge of the bed in the middle.

The scratch was more than a dozen centimeters, and from the bottom to the top, it looked like it had just been scratched recently.

Liu Lang stared at the scratch for a while. His brow furrowed.

"Tang Yanshi's left arm was cut off by the man in black, but. When I buried his bones, he had two arms, what was going on? ”

Liu Lang was puzzled, and his mind seemed to be wrapped in a pulp.

Suddenly. Liu Lang suddenly thought of the strange skeleton.

When Liu Lang was fighting with Tang Yanshi's bones, the skeleton suddenly appeared, and the two arms were obviously different, and the most important thing was that Tang Di called him grandpa.

Could it be that the skeleton is the old man lying on the bed?

Liu Lang figured out this section, and was suddenly surprised and surprised.

Damn, it won't be so awesome, right?

At that time, Tang Stubborn's left arm was cut off, and the old man connected his left arm to Tang Stubborn's body, this time Liu Lang brought Tang Stubborn's bones back, Tang Stubborn returned his left arm to the old man.

Isn't this ridiculous?

Osteopathy? This is much better than the method of rebirth of broken bones for Wu Nuannuan.

The more Liu Lang thought about it, the more likely he felt it became.

But what are those two skeletons trying to do? Why did you run away with Tang Di?

Another question came into Liu Lang's mind.

Liu Lang stared at the scratch for a while, and couldn't see the reason anymore, so he turned around and walked back, until he walked to the three houses on the right.

There is nothing unusual about these three houses, except for their dilapidation.

No, Tang Yanshi's bones were able to move after he came back, and Tang Di became extremely weird after he came back.

This qiē must be related to the Tang House.

They may not have left the Tang Mansion at all.

Thinking of this, Liu Lang was inexplicably excited, and hurriedly walked to the front yard and observed carefully.

The painting seems to have a controlling effect on the bones, and since the bones have escaped, there must have been some purpose.

Corridors, bridges, rockeries, Liu Lang quickly wandered through the various rooms, trying to find any clues.

However, all three courtyards were searched, and even the rockery was turned over, but nothing else could be found except for Liu Lang himself.

Liu Lang couldn't help but be even more puzzled: Strange? Did it disappear out of thin air?

Liu Lang returned to the front yard again, standing in the courtyard in a daze.

The man in black is gone, Wu Nuannuan is gone, and the bones and Tang Di are gone.

Liu Lang didn't believe that they would leave the Tang Mansion, but he couldn't find it at this time, which couldn't help but make people chagrined.

Liu Lang looked at the sky, it was still gloomy, and it was estimated that it would be dark in another one or two.

At night, the yin qi is heavy, the light is poor, and I am not very familiar with this place, in case there is a real situation, it will be very unfavorable to myself.

Thinking so, Liu Lang couldn't help but wonder whether to leave the Tang Mansion first, go back to Wang Wu's bar for a night's rest, and come back tomorrow.

While thinking, Liu Lang's gaze fell on a large willow tree ten steps away in front of him.

The willow tree was so tall and large that it could be hugged by four or five people, at the base of the left wall of the front yard.

When the breeze blows, the willows rustle, and if you don't listen carefully, you think someone is whispering.

"Looks like this willow tree will be at least a few hundred years old."

Liu Lang sighed softly, and was about to sigh that the lifespan of a tree is much longer than that of a person, when he suddenly remembered the story that the proprietress told him when he was in the bar.

In the story, Tang Luozhu was hung from a tree and beaten to death.

Could it be this willow tree?

Liu Lang suddenly hit a spirit, and couldn't help but be suspicious, so he hurriedly took two steps and came to the willow tree.

The willow tree grows stout, but not very tall, branching off almost three meters away.

A rope was hanging from one of the branches.

The rope has been exposed to wind and rain all year round, and it is almost rotten.

Liu Lang looked at the rotten rope and became more and more sure that this was the tree that hanged Tang Luozhu.

If Tang Luozhu was really an extremely powerful wizard, how could he be so lightly beaten to death?

Here, there must be a problem. (To be continued~^~)