Suddenly, like crazy, he threw the blood-drinking sword aside, bent down and grabbed the dirt of Zhuo Ran's grave vigorously, and said with words in his mouth: "Why should I put up with you treating me like this, you two are innocent of death! Zhuo Ran, you died too early, I want you to see the current situation in Zhuo Jian Villa, see that Yi'er is my son, how promising! Shen Qian, you betrayed me, you betrayed me!"

After saying that, he stopped what he was doing, fell on the grave, and began to cry.

The whispering of the throat, in the dark night, seemed to come from underground, adding a poignant and pathetic feeling in the windless air.

He cried lowly, mixed with the smell of earth.

"You dogs and men make me disheartened and cut my heart like a knife, but I still want you to be buried together!hahaha......"

Xiang Zhenfeng cried and screamed, pouring out all the pain in his heart.

Strange to say, with his hatred for Zhuo Ran, he shouldn't have buried the two of them together, and should have reburied Shen Qian's bones elsewhere, instead of the two of them being buried together.

However, Xiang Zhenfeng did not do that, but maintained the state of the two burials together.

"In the days after your death, whenever I am full of pride, I will come to your grave and let me know that it is you who are both living and flying together, and that you are buried together when you are dead, and that I am a loser, so that I can be more sober and allow myself to move forward, instead of being satisfied with the current power. ”

Xiang Zhenfeng smiled faintly, obviously he was talking to Shen Qian, and he regarded the joint burial of Shen Qian and Zhuo Ran as a sign to alert him, so that he would not be satisfied with the existing power.

"Alas, I'm talking to myself again, what do I want her to do with the woman who betrayed me, I still want her corpse, so I still let you lie down with him, quietly in the coffin. ”

Xiang Zhenfeng grabbed the grave soil, raised it lightly in his hand, and kept muttering.

Suddenly, like crazy, he dug the graves of the two of them vigorously, and kept throwing dirt out, "No, it can't be like this, you have slept with him for more than 20 years, why do you still sleep with him after you die? Have you considered my feelings!"

He dug the grave with both hands, as if he were going to use all his strength.

It's just that the graves of the two of them were too big, and he stopped after a while, sat down on the damp dirt, and whimpered and cried again.

Ignoring the dirt on his hands, he clutched his head and his hair, and the fine crumbs of dirt with a wet smell kept clumping into mud balls and sticking to his hair.

A gust of wind blew, and his mournful whimper, swirling and turning in the air, in the dark night, like a wild ghost crying, seducing the souls of the living with sorrow and sorrow.

This sound came from the mound, making the faces of the patrolling subordinates of Zhuo Jian Villa pale, and they looked in the direction of the big tombs in a daze, and then ran away.

"Hahaha......"

Just after the scream, Xiang Zhenfeng laughed again.

"Qian'er, you know, our son Zhuo Yi is now more and more like his father and me. His mind is becoming more and more meticulous, and the city government is getting deeper and deeper, and he will definitely become famous in the martial arts in the future, and you will definitely be proud of him. ”

Then he sobbed again, and said sadly, "It's just that you don't have the blessing to see him come out and see him revered." Hello pathetic ......."

The breath of sadness permeated the grave, permeated his body, and permeated the air, his sadness for Shen Qian, his thoughts about Shen Qian, and his desire for Shen Qian but could not get it, full of deep regret.

"You all brought it on yourself!" he roared again, "why do you want to die with Zhuo Ran, why do you abandon the stranger, why hide away from me? The poor must have something to hate! You don't deserve sympathy!"

He stood up angrily, and then kicked the grave with his foot, many times in a row, but he was still angry, and kicked without raising his head.

However, a grave is a tomb, just a place to put a corpse, usually it can leave a thought for the living and express sentimentality, but sometimes it is a place for the living to cut their hearts, just like Xiang Zhenfeng at this moment.

He was sweating profusely, panting, his body was shaking, one hand pressed against the grave, bent over, head drooping.

After a while, he slowly squatted down again, loosening the grave soil he had just kicked with his foot, and loosening it with his hands, so as not to let it form mud.

He grabbed the scattered dirt from the grave, and he leaned over and grabbed it everywhere, adding it little by little to fill in the mud pits that had been left behind.

Over and over again, when he felt satisfied, he stopped what he was doing.

He clapped his hands, then wiped the clothes off his body until all the dirt on his hands was wiped off, and then he picked up the blood-drinking sword from the ground and pulled it out.

"This sword is really a good sword, and it is not in vain that I have been the housekeeper of Zhuojian Villa for so many years, it is mine. Xiang Zhenfeng stroked the blood-drinking sword and smiled.

Then, he danced the sword, his posture was vigorous, the sword went sideways, the sword wind was fierce, and the sword aura was compelling, not at all the sadness of the sad old man just now, but tough and domineering.

"Haha, good sword, good sword!"

He laughed again, and then gently pressed the sword against his face, as if feeling the strange monster inside the sword.

"How can there be a monster in this? It's like sword energy, but it's the same as the real thing. Xiang Zhenfeng shook his head.

"How could the sword qi of this blood-drinking sword be in the shape of a monster blood dragon?" he muttered again.

Then he danced his sword again, and as he danced more and more violently, the strength of the sword qi rotation became more and more powerful, forming gusts of strong wind, constantly shaking the trees, and the leaves kept falling like rain.

The branches of the trees were snapping and clattering, but they did not fall for a moment, but hovered and flew in mid-air, forming a whirlwind.

Xiang Zhenfeng followed the eye of the whirlwind and stood up, and he kept shuttling and turning in the cyclone, like a fisherman floating in a lake.

After a while, he suddenly stopped dancing the sword, and the cold light of the blood-drinking sword slowly converged, accompanied by the fact that the surroundings slowly returned to calm.

"It's all over, now it's up to me to clean it up. Qian'er, don't worry, I will definitely open up a new world for Yi'er, so that the martial arts will be respected and admired by all generations!" Xiang Zhenfeng finished speaking, and walked towards Zhuo Jian Villa without looking back.

The cemetery was dead and silent again, and the evil aura peculiar to the grave continued to emanate......

The next day, the sun was still shining on Zhuojian Villa as usual, and he did not pity his own light because the owner of the villa was an encroacher at this time.