I saw that the man's body was a little bent, and at first glance it was an old man, who was standing in front of the joint tomb of Zhuo Song and Mu Xuan, motionless.

Since Zhuo Jian Villa was baptized in blood, although it has gone through the revelation of Steward Mei's identity and the change of Zhuo Yi's identity, it has not affected the grave of Zhuo Jian Villa, and the concept of not digging graves seems to be useful to them.

The night wind rustled, shaking the surrounding trees. Due to the fertile land and the fact that they were already large trees when they were planted, these trees were very tall at this time, and the shadows and shadows they cast made the whole cemetery even more strange and evil.

In the middle of the night, that person stood in front of Zhuo Song's grave, what should he do? Could it be that Zhuo Song came out of the grave and wanted to take a look at the Zhuo Jian Villa that he had lost?

In the deep darkness of the night, the man's gray hair shimmered a little, making the whole night a little lighter.

Suddenly, there was a sound of drawing a sword, very crisp, and even more piercing in the silent night.

After the sword was drawn, the shiny body of the sword was very bright in the night, and the faint white light it emitted reflected on his face, reflecting the thick folds of his face.

I saw the person in front of the grave, gently stroking the sword body, sliding little by little, as if feeling its sword language.

Suddenly, he swung his sword, and the shiny light flickered and dazzled, leaping like a ghostly fire in the dark shadows, ready to capture something alive.

After a wave of the wave, a strong wind blew up, blowing the big robe on his body continuously.

After a while, he stopped dancing, and the wind stopped, and everything returned to dead silence.

"It's a good sword!" he whispered.

Then he inserted the sword into its scabbard, and the glittering light disappeared abruptly, and everything returned to the darkness of the night.

"Master, master......"

He shouted softly at the grave, his voice full of vicissitudes.

"Alas, in fact, you are still very good to me, the old butler, really good. He continued to mutter, as if he was really talking to Zhuo Song in the grave.

"It's a pity, I'm a person with a great mission, and you blocked my progress, so you were moved away by me, this is fate, and you have to admit it. He continued, even with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Do you know? I am not the Mei steward of Zhuojian Villa, I am Xiang Zhenfeng, I am a person from the rivers and lakes, I have my own sect, how can your younger brother Zhuo Ran marry my sweetheart, I have to follow. He continued.

It can be heard that this person is none other than the former Steward Mei of Zhuojian Villa, and the current leader of the Righteous Qi Alliance, Xiang Zhenfeng.

"Yes, you may say that Zhuo Jian Villa has no grudge against me, how can I kill you all?" said Xiang Zhenfeng with a smile.

"Zhuo Ran married Shen Qian, that is, he has a grudge against me. Do you know? Every day I see something different, every time I see Zhuo Yi, it makes me think of Shen Qian, but she likes Zhuo Ran, looks at me coldly, and completely loses the kindness of the past, which makes me unbearable. Xiang Zhenfeng smiled bitterly, his voice was full of sadness.

"From that moment on, I made up my mind to kill him, but I didn't think I had to kill you and Madame. It's just because of this that I have to do something to you. Xiang Zhenfeng waved his blood-drinking sword and kept rubbing.

"In order to get the Blood Drinking Sword, I have followed you countless times at night, you go to the Forge Pavilion, I also go to the Forge Pavilion, you go to the study, I also go to the study, but I follow not far away. It's just that I didn't expect you to hide the blood-drinking sword behind my back, so that I don't know its whereabouts. Forcing you, you don't say anything, you can only attack you. Xiang Zhenfeng pulled out the blood-drinking sword again and said slowly.

He continued to whisper to Zhuo Song's grave, telling him that he was like an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years, telling him about his mental journey.

The night grew darker and darker, more and more dead and silent, except for the occasional leaf that shook gently in response to his low chirping.

"Do you know? I'm not living an easy life now, don't look at me as the leader of the Righteous Qi Alliance, calling for wind and rain on the rivers and lakes, I also have my troubles, and I'm not omnipotent. He continued to whisper, his voice mixed with hoarseness.

"I don't regret what I've done, but I'm very proud, people don't die for themselves, whoever stands in my way, I will kick them away, and if they can't kick out, let them disappear. ”

Xiang Zhenfeng leaned down, grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, and then sprinkled it down little by little, as if he was adding a grave to Zhuo Song.

This action continued until he spoke again.

"Your son is going to kill me now, and I can only send him to you, this is already a dead knot, and it can't be opened. ”

Suddenly, he put the blood-drinking sword on the ground, and then his palms kept urging, and in an instant, his palms were filled with Xuan Qi, showing a dark blue, like a blue ghost in the night, shining on the tomb.

With the help of blue light, Xiang Zhenfeng walked around the graves of Zhuo Song and Mu Xuan. In the process, he opened his eyes wide and carefully examined the dirt and marks on the grave, as if he was looking for something.

After walking in a circle, it seemed that he did not get the result he wanted, so he walked again and again.

With every step he took, he put the blue Xuan Qi in his palm against the surface of the grave, and even freed his hand to turn over the grave soil, as if he wanted to find something out of the soil.

Then, he grabbed a handful of dirt, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, his face solemn.

"They all say that they don't do bad things, and they are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Although my martial arts skills are very high now, and I have a lot of people under me, I am not so relieved. Your son is very strong, and even though I took the Blood-Drinking Sword from me, I still had to guard against his sneak attack on me. Xiang Zhenfeng shook his head and continued to look at the grave.

"This kid doesn't seem to have been here for the past few days, the grave has not been loosened, and the grave soil is also the smell of the past, not fresh mud. Xiang Zhenfeng smiled, and then extinguished the blue Xuan Qi in his palm.

So the cemetery retreated into the darkness of the night, without the light against it, and showed its depth and quietness.

Xiang Zhenfeng stood in front of Zhuo Song's grave for a while, silent, but looked at the darkness around him with his eyes. After a while, he walked towards the graves of Zhuo Ran and Shen Qian next to him.

He stood in front of Zhuo Ran's grave, and kept trying the blade of the blood-drinking sword with his hands. The glow of the blood-drinking sword was much diluted in the dark night, leaving only a few remnants of light.

These rays of light were reflected on Xiang Zhenfeng's face, presenting his evil smile. As the evil smile lengthened, the deep folds made his face even more sinister.

He smiled heartily at Zhuoran's grave, but did not make a sound, which made people very uncomfortable to watch.