This situation made it very convenient for Zhuo Yifan to find, and he rummaged through one of the rooms in a short time, but unfortunately there was no trace of the blood-drinking sword. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Not reconciled, he went into another room, and the same situation repeated itself.

Zhuo Yifan began to look for other places in the forging pavilion that might hide the blood-drinking sword, and he didn't even let go of the place where the charcoal was burned, but there was still no gain.

"Where is the Blood Drinking Sword hidden?" he muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the suspicious places in the Forge Pavilion like a torch.

"Yes, could the Blood Drinking Sword be hidden in the furnace where the flying meteorite is smelted?" Zhuo Yifan obviously thought of something even more suspicious.

He still remembers that at that time, the ancestral furnace did not melt the flying meteorite, but instead used the Shennong Ding borrowed from Bashan to smelt. Bashan's Shennong Ding is very magical, infinitely powerful, the belly of the tripod is dark red, the inner wall is engraved with a hundred beasts and thousands of grasses, and finally the flying meteorite is melted away, with its help, Zhuo Song successfully cast the blood-drinking sword.

He walked quickly towards the ancestral furnaces, which were still standing quietly where they were. Zhuo Yifan looked around, recalling the scene when he first cast the blood-drinking sword. Although these ancestral furnaces did not melt the flying meteorites and the Nine Dragons Vampire Zen Staff, they were able to evoke Zhuo Yifan's memory fragments at that time.

He reached into the ancestral furnace with his hand, and it was pitch black, with nothing but ash.

"Little baby, you can't melt the Zen staff, this is the only thing we stand on, you can't ......"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in his ears, and Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but shiver, because there was no one else in the forging pavilion.

"We've seen it in the cave!"

The voice sounded again, and he couldn't help but look around, trying to figure out where it was coming from.

"Little baby, let them stop, there is not much molten water in the Zen staff!"

"Ahh......h

The sound continued, Zhuo Yifan only felt that his scalp was numb, his ears were roaring, his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, and his breathing was getting weaker and weaker.

"Haha...... We're back again!"

"It's not bad, little baby! ”

"Ah...... This damn stone is bigger than the power of a Zen staff...... Ah, we're imprisoned......"

Zhuo Yifan was about to collapse, these voices were so familiar, he seemed to have heard them before.

He began to look around again, but the sound was gone, and there was silence in the forge pavilion at this time, only the sound of his heartbeat racing wildly.

Zhuo Yifan stroked his uncalm mind vigorously, he felt that his hair had stood on end, and he was still looking around nervously.

But in response to him, there was still silence, and the darkness of the night.

After a long time, he remembered that these words were the sounds he heard when he and his father Zhuo Song forged the Blood Drinking Sword and used Shennong Ding to melt the Nine Dragons Vampire Zen Staff and Flying Meteorite.

"Could it be that there are really nine blood dragons in the Blood Drinking Sword?" Zhuo Yifan said to himself, at this time he seemed to understand why the Blood Drinking Sword was so powerful, not only the flying meteorites, but also the nine monsters that claimed to be the ancient netherworld.

It's just that there is no trace of it in the place where the blood-drinking sword was cast at the moment, and he is disappointed to rummage in the forging pavilion again, but there is still no gain.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, the forging pavilion was getting quieter and quieter, and time passed as quickly as flowing water, which made Zhuo Yifan have to leave and hurry to find other places.

"Where can I find it? By the way, I haven't seen my father's study yet. Zhuo Yifan said secretly.

So he began to walk towards his father Zhuo Song's study, which was a place he didn't like when he was a child, but he was forced by his father to read and stayed for a long time.

Although the study room at this time is still a study, the layout inside has undergone earth-shaking changes, and Zhuo Yifan can only rely on memory to recall its original appearance, so as to speculate that there may be a place where the blood-drinking sword is hidden.

"The use of stratagem is better for public than for private, and private is better for knots; It's not as strange as it is; ”

After coming to the study, this sentence suddenly sounded in my ears, it was a sentence in the book of Guiguzi, on the page that my father Zhuo Song was holding tightly in his hand when he died, it was this puzzling sentence.

He thought about it again, but he still didn't understand.

So Zhuo Yifan began to rummage in the study, the first thing he looked for was of course those old bookcases, he kept using his hands to check whether there was anything like a sword in them, and then looked in the dark compartment of the study.

For a long time, although I kept rummaging, I still found nothing.

He silently recited the words of Guiguzi in his heart again, and suddenly, a scene from his childhood appeared in his mind.

It was when he was seven or eight years old, once his father Zhuo Song let him study, because he was greedy for fun, he didn't memorize an article, so his father was angry, so angry that he tore off the pages of a book, and roared that he had to punish himself.

So he was dragged by his father to several old mansions in Zhuo Jian Villa, a place that usually no one is allowed to enter, because it has always been rumored that strange things have happened in it.

And Zhuo Yifan, Zhuo Yi and Wu An, when they were young, they couldn't hold back the curiosity in their hearts and often sneaked in, which their father Zhuo Song didn't know.

Therefore, in order to punish himself, Zhuo Song pulled Zhuo Yifan into the old mansion, with the intention of scaring himself with a scary place. In order not to continue to annoy his father, Zhuo Yifan could only endorse the book head-on, but it was such a strange place, Zhuo Yifan naturally had no mood to endorse, but secretly looked around, so that he could not memorize the originally simple article.

This angered his father even more, and he remembered that Zhuo Song was tearing a book like crazy, just keeping pulling the corners of the books, just like the corners of the books that his father ripped off when he died.

"Could it be that the blood-drinking sword is hidden in the old mansion?" Zhuo Yifan muttered to himself.

It's just that he and his family have searched that place before, but they haven't found it, of course, because they are afraid of the weirdness inside, everyone hasn't searched as carefully as other places, and they have always been worried.

Just recalling that the two things that tore books in the past were so similar, Zhuo Yifan felt more and more that the blood-drinking sword was hidden in the old mansion.

So he collected his mind and began to walk towards the old mansion, although he could imagine the terrifying atmosphere inside, but at this moment, in order to find the blood-drinking sword, he was not afraid of evil things. yes, my life is almost gone, and I'm worried about what ghosts.

On the way there, he kept thinking of the scene when he entered the old mansion before, which was full of eerie and terrifying atmosphere, but he didn't feel it when he was a child, but now he thinks about it a little scared.