Master Xiao thinks about those years

At that time, in the Yuxing Pavilion, Yan Chen lowered his eyes, and relive the past under Meng Huan's dictation.

"What happened later?" Yan Chen asked, what he wanted to hear was the past of Fu Nian that he hadn't touched.

"Later, the master died, brother, crazy."

Meng Huan's tone was soft, with a bitter smile rippling on the corner of his mouth.

Yan Chen's palm suddenly became cold.

He thought to himself: "Crazy? How to be crazy? To be able to become what it is now?"

Meng Huan continued to eloquently: "On the day Master died, his white clothes were stained with blood. That was me. I have seen Master wear the most gorgeous clothes, and it is also the craziest appearance I have ever seen Senior Brother hold. Standing in the pool of blood in front of the Nine Cold Hall with the blood-soaked Shizun froze like a clay figurine."

"The evil curse king Lin Ji died because of the sacrifice of the master. The rest are only countless corpse puppets out of control and the few remaining disciples. The brother just hugs the master like that. No matter how I call him, he doesn't care." Yes." Meng Huan's eyelashes fluttered, as if he would shed tears in the next moment.

He paused, then continued, "After the sacrifice, Master's spiritual body will eventually be wiped out. Brother hugged him for a long time, and Master's body began to slowly become transparent, constantly transparent. Finally, the person hugged by Senior Brother became A pile of powder."

Yan Chen flexed and stretched his fingers on his knees, obviously listening to someone describing his own death, but he seemed to be able to understand the cruelty towards Meng Huan and Fu Nian in that picture.

Meng Huan took a deep breath: "I saw senior brother's pupils start to turn blood-colored, and his fingers kept contracting and clenching. I saw a surge of blood radiating from his whole body. Then, the sky suddenly became dark clouds, and all ghosts cried out."

"The dead walking corpses came back to life. They squirmed on the ground, climbed to the square paved with the remaining dead bodies, climbed to His Highness Jiuhan, and knelt down to my senior brother."

Those evil spirits are endowed with human attributes, but with the evil of corpses.

They knelt under His Highness Jiuhan and shouted to my senior brother: "Welcome to the birth of the Lord of the Blood Race."

"Congratulations to the birth of the Lord of the Blood Race..."

"Congratulations to the birth of the Lord of the Blood Race..."

……

The lord of the blood clan... Yan Chen was stunned, that was... what?

Meng Huan saw Yan Chen's doubts in his eyes, and smiled wryly: "In the past, people only knew spirit spells and jinxes, and people generally believed that spirit spells were the most powerful and purest spells in the world, and jinxes could control dead bodies." , is the most evil spell in the world. But in fact, there is a spell that is far superior to spirit spells and evil spells, and that is the blood curse."

"Blood... Curse?" Yan Chen's throat rolled, the word was so unfamiliar.

Meng Huan: "The curse can control dead bodies, and the blood curse can control vampires that have mutated from dead bodies. Simply put, dead bodies are dead, while vampires are alive. This evil spirit lives on blood. And My senior brother, Rune Nian, is the master of attachment of those evil creatures."

Yan Chen's fingertips trembled slightly: "How come...he is a human being. In the past, he was Shangyu's disciple..."

Meng Huan straightened his eyes and reminded: "From the very beginning... my senior brother...has an impure fate..."

In an instant, thunder exploded in Yan Chen's mind.

From the very beginning... Fate was impure...

What is that talisman?Is it human?Or is it an evil spirit that was originally bound under the eighteen layers of hell?

But how?how come……

Meng Huan said again: "My senior brother's life experience has always been a mystery. It can be said that no one really knows why my senior brother fell into the blood clan that day, except my senior brother."

Yan Chen was stunned. He used to think that he was very familiar with Fu Nian, but now it seems that what he was familiar with before was just the tip of the iceberg.

Meng Huan said: "I don't know why my senior brother can become the lord of the blood family, but one thing is certain, senior brother, it was because of my master's death that the sleeping evil thoughts in the life veins were activated and fell into the blood path."

"Brother, because of Master's death, I fell into the blood path..."

"Because of Master's death..."

"His death..."

These words are like a sharp knife, penetrating into Yan Chen's bone marrow inch by inch.

That sinister face appeared again in his mind, but he couldn't hate it anymore.

Fu Nian, is it Master...'s fault?

Yan Chen's mind was dizzy, and before he had time to sort out his thoughts, the door was suddenly knocked open with a "bang".

"So it's here, Mo Qing, you want me to find it easily!"

Fu Nian was dressed in black and stood at the door, with a sinister smile, against the dim sun behind him, he looked even more sinister.

Yan Chen was not afraid, nor did he avoid it, he just stood there staring blankly at the sinister man in front of him, as if he wanted to find traces of desolation carved by the years.

Fu Nian didn't notice Yan Chen's strangeness, he strode over, grabbed Yan Chen who was sitting in front of the wooden table with one hand, and pulled him into his arms.

"What are you going to do!" Meng Huan exclaimed, but Fu Nian immediately raised his head and bound his hands and feet with spells.Then he looked at Yan Chen: "What? Are you so worried about him?"

Fu Nian hugged Yan Chen tightly, with a sarcastic and contemptuous tone.Yan Chen didn't hide or struggle, just being hugged by Fu Nian, staring at his brows and eyes motionless.

Fu Nian finally noticed his abnormality, and the strength in his hand could not help but loosen: "Are you weak to struggle or have you surrendered to me, huh?"

A pale and feeble smile appeared at the corner of Yan Chen's mouth, and he said: "I won't struggle anymore, let's go back to the room, I have something... I want to tell you."

"It's strange." Fu Nian smiled and let go of Yan Chen's hand.

Yan Chen straightened his blood-red clothes, walked forward, and when he came to the door, he turned around and said: "You let Mr. Meng go, I'll wait for you in the room."