At this time, Chu Junxing and Jian Anan were still invisible.

So much so that the man didn't notice the arrival of the two men.

Until Jian Anan dismounted the horse and smelled the smell of burning paper, she couldn't help but sneeze.

The man picked up the sword beside him with an alert look on his face and turned to look behind him.

There was no one in sight, not even a single figure appeared in the ancestral hall except him.

The man secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there were no pursuers chasing him.

But when the man turned his head, Jian Anan was shocked by his face and her heart tightened.

The skin on half of the man's face was stuck together.

There was pus flowing out from some places, which looked shocking.

Jian Anan secretly thought that the man had been burned by a fire before and had not received timely treatment.

He was kneeling in the ancestral hall with such a face, fearing that if the two old men in the coffin saw him, they would be so frightened that they would sit up.

When Chu Junxing saw the man's face, his brows furrowed deeper.

"How could it be him?" Chu Junxing couldn't help but whispered.

Jian Anan looked at Chu Junxing suspiciously, "Who is he?"

The sound of the two talking reached the man's ears.

This time he finally believed his ears. He heard correctly. Someone was indeed here.

"Who are you? Come out quickly!"

The man held a long sword and stared at the door of the ancestral hall with a wary face.

Only then did Chu Junxing finally show up.

His appearance made the man's eyes widen.

"King Yan, is it really you?"

The man looked at Chu Junxing in disbelief, feeling that he was dazzled.

He hurriedly rubbed his eyes and saw Chu Junxing riding a tall horse standing in the ancestral hall.

But he didn't see Jian An'an. It was clear that there were two people talking just now, and it sounded like there was a woman.

What is going on? Is it because he hasn't had a good night's sleep these days and is hallucinating?

At this moment, Chu Junxing got off the horse.

He strode up to the man, raised his hand and patted the man on the shoulder.

"Ma Zhuo, it turns out it's really you. I thought you died on the battlefield, but I didn't expect you to come back alive."

Chu Junxing's words made Ma Zhuo finally come to his senses.

Feeling the warm palm on his shoulder, he finally believed that the person standing in front of him was really Chu Junxing.

Two lines of hot tears flowed from Ma Zhuo's eyes.

He hurriedly dropped the sword in his hand, wiped the tears from his face, and knelt down with fists clasped in front of Chu Junxing.

"Subordinate Ma Zhuo, please pay your respects to King Yan!"

Chu Junxing helped Ma Zhuo up, feeling excited in his heart.

He turned back to Jian An'an and said, "An'an, please show up too."

Ma Zhuo looked at the door of the ancestral hall and couldn't help but tremble when he saw Jian Anan's sudden appearance.

Why did this woman suddenly appear?

He remembered that he had clearly closed the door of the ancestral hall.

If two people came on horseback, there would definitely be a sound.

But he didn't even see anyone just now, so why did the two of them suddenly appear in the ancestral hall?

When I think about it, this is an ancestral hall where family tablets are enshrined, and the bodies of my parents are behind me, but they were not buried in time.

Ma Zhuo's scalp felt numb for no reason.

Could it be that what he saw was a ghost?

But the palm that Chu Junxing patted on his shoulder just now was warm again.

How to explain this?

Just when Ma Zhuo was stunned, Jian Anan got off the horse and came to him.

Jian Anan is also curious, who is this man?

I just heard the conversation between the two and found out that this person's name is Ma Zhuo.

But he was not one of the five subordinates Chu Junxing mentioned.

Chu Junxing introduced: "This is my wife. An'an, this is Ma Zhuo, another of my capable subordinates."

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