He is the creator's fault

"What else do you wish for?"

Yao stood by the window, facing the dim night sky, opened his mouth abruptly, Feng Xingchen froze for a moment, not understanding why Yao made such a statement.

"Why do you say this all of a sudden?"

Yao turned around and walked towards Feng Xingchen step by step, his aura rose a bit with each step.

"I once said that there is a karma between you and me, and your karma is over for me, and now it's time to honor mine."

After saying that, Yao turned his wrist, and a dagger appeared in his palm, piercing directly into Feng Xingchen's chest.

puff-

The sound of the weapon piercing into the flesh was inaudible, Feng Xingchen let out a muffled snort, a mouthful of blood welled up his throat and left along the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, his eyes were full of disbelief, anyone in the world could betray him, only Duyao can't!

"why?"

Feng Xingchen looked at Yao steadily, hoping that Yao would give him an explanation, even if Yao said that he was just joking with nothing to do, he would still believe it, but Yao didn't answer.

At this time, all Yao's eyes were attracted by the dagger on Feng Xingchen's chest. In his cognition, Feng Xingchen was just a mortal, and even if his body was stronger, he would die if his heart was severely injured. The blood-colored thread healed the wound at a slow but visible speed, and even the pierced dagger was squeezed out a bit.

"what?"

Yao let out a cry of surprise, raised his hand to hold the dagger, and was about to stab it hard, but Feng Xingchen grabbed his wrist, and there were blood streaks on Feng Xingchen's eyeballs, and he asked again, enduring the pain:

"why?"

Yao raised his eyebrows, they have already met each other in battle, is it meaningful to ask such words?He didn't know whether to say that Feng Xingchen was stupid, or that he was stubborn.

"You have what I want, and you can only get it after you die. Are you satisfied with this reason?"

Feng Xingchen's knuckles turned white, and the veins on his forehead bulged out, obviously on the verge of rage.

"So, you sheltered me for many years and stayed with me every step of the way, just for that thing?"

"nature."

Hearing Yao's answer without hesitation, Feng Xingchen let out a miserable laugh.

"After ten years of getting along, even if you have a dog, you should develop feelings, but before you do it, even if you have the slightest hesitation? In your heart, I am not even comparable to a dog, am I?"

Yao looked at Feng Xingchen without saying a word, and there was no wave in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, since that's the case, don't blame me for being unrighteous!"

Feng Xingchen grabbed Yao's wrist and shook Yao away. After all, Yao is now attached to the body of a mortal, and he is subject to great restrictions. He has lost the chance to kill with one blow. If he wants to kill Feng again Xingchen could only wait for his spirit body status to be restored.

Feng Xingchen pulled out the dagger from his chest, not a single drop of blood was on the blade, and the blood on his chest accelerated the speed of winding, and he endured unspeakable pain every second, but these were not as good as Yao's betrayal. Stimulate.

Finally, Feng Xingchen glanced at Yao who had fallen on the sofa with a ferocious look, and strode out of the room. His gloomy voice came from the door:

"Stay here, no one is allowed to enter or leave without my permission!"

"Yes."

The sound of Feng Xingchen's footsteps went away, and the bedroom door was locked from the outside. Yao turned over and lay on his back on the sofa, thinking about the red blood on Feng Xingchen's chest and the horror it brought to heal himself. ability.

"It seems that the drop of divine blood back then was not ordinary..."

Yao attacked Feng Xingchen this time, mainly because he didn't want to waste any more time, but the changes in Feng Xingchen exceeded his expectations, which made his mission fail.

Although he failed to get the blood of the gods, Yao was not worried, but he just waited a little longer. When he got out of the body of the host, with the ability of his weapon spirit, it was enough to slice Feng Xingchen into slices. No matter how strong his self-healing ability is, he is not his opponent.

Thinking of this, Yao Anxin stayed in the room and even passed the level of "Plants vs. Zombies".

But Feng Xingchen on the other side didn't have such a good time. As soon as he entered the room, he staggered and almost fell to the ground. The butler who followed immediately saw this scene, and immediately changed his face.

"Patriarch, are you alright? Do you need me to call Dr. Chen?"

"No, go out and watch, don't disturb me."

"Yes"

The door was closed, Feng Xingchen fell on the bed, and fell asleep overwhelmed.

In his sleep, Feng Xingchen remembered his childhood, when he spent his holidays in the old house, he could go to all places in the old house, except the study.

Father Feng told him once that the things in the study could not be moved, but he was always attracted by a certain existence, until one day, Father Feng and Mother Feng were not there, so he sneaked into the study.

Soon, he found the thing that attracted him, which was a painting.

Before opening the painting, he thought of his parents' prudent attitude, and guessed that it was a treasure map, or a priceless masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, but when he actually opened the painting, he realized that he was wrong. A picture of a beauty, a picture of a beauty that has never been circulated on the market.

He was attracted by the beauty, and the things around him began to go away, leaving only that smile in the whole world...

boom--

Feng Xingchen suddenly woke up from his dream, and finally knew what Yao said about the cause and effect. If he guessed right, Yao was the beauty in the painting.

It's just... where did the painting go now?

Feng Xingchen thought of the massacre of Feng's family and the fire in the old house, those strange people who searched outside the old house, Feng Xingchen has never stopped investigating the Feng family's affairs these years, but except for "suicide in fear of crime" four After a few words, no more information could be found, as if there was an extremely powerful existence secretly erasing everything.

The experience of the "Blood Shadow" branch made Feng Xingchen know that there is another kind of people in this world. They have abilities beyond the imagination of ordinary people. He suspects that the extermination of the Feng family is related to these people, but he has never been able to find it. reason.

Now that he has remembered about the picture scroll, he naturally associates the picture scroll with those capable people and strangers. Could it be that those people destroyed the Feng family just to get the picture scroll?

"The picture scroll...the picture scroll...if those people didn't find it in the old house, where would father put the picture scroll?"

Suddenly, a place flashed in Feng Xingchen's mind, he immediately stood up from the bed, and strode outside.

"Uncle Xu, prepare the car, I have to go out."

Feng Xingchen drove to the outskirts, and what appeared in front of him was a cemetery. It could be seen that the cemetery had been built for some years, and the inscriptions on the tombstones were already blurred.

This place was originally the ancestral tomb of the Feng family. Some ancestors of the Feng family were buried here. When it was handed down to the first three generations of patriarchs, the Feng family encountered a crisis of decline. The patriarch at that time signed the ancestral tomb to another A Fengshui spiritual place, this area will be deserted.

However, moving the tombs was not an easy task after all. Several tombs that had existed for too long were not able to be moved because of their special construction. Only the heads of the Feng family in the past knew about this.

Feng Xingchen had been to this cemetery once with Father Feng, and he also knew the special nature of this cemetery. If Father Feng wanted to hide something, this place was a good choice.

Feng Xingchen walked to a tombstone. This was the earliest ancestor of the Feng family. His name was not even recorded in the family. We only know that he was a businessman. At the peak, shops spread all over the country. She lived in seclusion because of the war.

Feng Xingchen first paid homage to the tombstone, and then pushed away the weeds to reveal the stone platform under the tombstone. When he lifted the stone slab, he could see a bronze wine cup. In another space hidden below, a long wooden box lies in the space.

Feng Xingchen recognized that the wooden box was used to hold the picture scrolls, and with a happy expression, he immediately took it out, then restored the mechanism, and left the cemetery in a hurry.

After returning to Feng's house, Feng Xingchen solemnly took out the wooden box, opened it, and there was a pair of pure white picture scroll lying in it, Feng Xingchen carefully unfolded the picture scroll, revealing the magnificent figure in the picture scroll.

The inscription in the lower right corner has already informed the identity of the person in the painting—Guo Shi Yao of Sui State.

"Yao...it really is you..."

Feng Xingchen's fingers caressed the cheeks of the person in the painting. The delicate touch was almost the same as that of a real person, which made Feng Xingchen's cold heart a little throbbing, but soon Feng Xingchen came back to his senses. His eyes dispelled the nostalgia in his heart, now Yao is not someone he can miss, and the other party wants to kill him all the time.

But how do outsiders know Yao's existence?You must know that there is a weapon spirit in the scroll, but even the owners of the Feng family in the past did not know about it. This scroll has never been displayed in front of people, and the possibility of exposure is very low.

If it wasn't for the spirit of the tool, then why did those people snatch the painting?

Feng Xingchen studied the scroll carefully, and he really found something unusual. The scroll of the scroll is hollow, and Feng Xingchen found the trick after some effort.

Opening the mechanism, a piece of golden silk cloth fell out from the scroll. On the far right side of the silk cloth, there were five large characters embroidered in ancient characters. Feng Xingchen immediately found a dictionary of ancient characters and translated them one by one. Finally, he knew what was embroidered on the silk cloth. what is it.

"Shendu Yinyang Zhi" - these are the five words, the name sounds like a biography, but after Feng Xingchen translated some content, he was sure that it should be a practice method.

"The technique of divination...the technique of sealing...the technique of breathing..."

Feng Xingchen looked at the silk cloth in his hand in amazement, if the contents on it were true, then practicing these would be tantamount to possessing superpowers, no wonder it would lead to the destruction of the family.

However, none of these spells can be learned overnight, and according to the Onmyoji, one innate condition is needed to practice them—inspiration.

Although Feng Xingchen didn't know how to observe this so-called "inspiration", he had a hunch that he probably didn't have such a thing, so he couldn't cultivate most of the content in this "Shen Du Yin Yang Zhi" , and the rare ones that do not require "inspiration" often require a huge price.

Feng Xingchen looked at the silk cloth in his hand, his expression was uncertain, after a long time, he gave up the thought in his heart, put away the silk cloth, and he held the picture scroll in his hand.

Just as Yao planted a nut, the door was pushed open. Feng Xingchen walked in with a scroll in his hand, glanced at the game interface of the notebook on Yao's lap, and immediately became gloomy.

"You are so leisurely, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Yao closed the notebook, leaned on the sofa in a more comfortable position, and said nonchalantly, "You can't kill me."

"Really? Then what if I burn this thing?" Feng Xingchen unfolded the scroll in his hand, and said viciously.

Seeing this scene, Yao sat up from the sofa, staring at Feng Xingchen expressionlessly.

"How did you find this thing?"

"You don't need to know this, you just need to know that your existence depends entirely on this painting, without the painting you will be wiped out, so, do you still think I can't kill you?