After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Yan Ling was waiting for the rain to stop.

Although he was in the closed barrier of countless barriers, Yan Ling was inexplicably convinced that it was raining outside.

One autumn rain and one cold, this rain is not a summer storm, it is like a sad piano song.

Yan Ling sat at the entrance of the cave, curled up into a small ball with her knees hugged, put one ear on the cold stone door, and listened to the sound of light rain.

Until this time, Yan Ling had no time to think about the sound.

Since he woke up this time, his ears were filled with all kinds of small voices, as if someone was whispering in his ears.

But Yan Ling is like a child who has just learned to speak, and can only stumble to understand what the strange "words" mean.

Yan Ling suspected that she was delusional, and when she was pulling her ears hard, she suddenly heard a piercing scream, which seemed to be an early warning.

Before she understood the meaning, Yan Ling's instincts were already causing her to stand upright, her pupils shrunk into a dot in shock.

He looked to the side ignorantly and horrified, and in the reflection of the candlelight, there was a snake in the corner with cold pupils, looking at him while spitting out a letter.

As if to attack.

Yan Ling let out a breath and muttered softly, "Snake."

He ran in Yanwen Mountain since he was a child, and he saw snakes in the jungle almost every day in summer.

Leave him alone and think about something.

But Yan Ling didn't know what the "Tian Yan Xiangwen" was like, even if he had the enviable spiritual-level Xiangwen in his body, he didn't understand and didn't know anything, so he leaned there ignorantly and listened to the sound of rain keep thinking.

The ten-year-old boy couldn't figure it out even if he tried to break his head, and he wanted to sleep in a daze, but he was always uneasy in his heart. He always felt that the sound of the rain outside was faint, but he had an inexplicable illusion that a storm was coming.

Yan Ling reached out and scratched the door, and murmured to herself: "Mother, when can I go out?"

When will the rain stop?

No one answered him.

Even if Yan Ling made a serious mistake, he was never punished for confinement. He sat there with his knees in his arms, thinking that he knew that he would stay here for so long, so he asked Ah Yue to come over to accompany him.

Yan Yue is young, soft-tempered and loves to cry, a few words can make him cry, it's very fun.

Yan Ling started imagining the picture of little crying Bao Yanyue weeping, and finally felt better.

He was about to rest on the cave for a while, when the sound of rain falling outside was suddenly accompanied by the sound of cold sweat that made the scalp tingle and the back break out violently. It was the same as the warning sound of encountering a snake just now, but the degree was completely different. different.

If it was said that the snake's threat to Yan Ling just now was just a "demonstration" and wanted to drive him out, then the voices outside were overwhelming killing intent.

Danger.

Yan Ling felt something was wrong with a daze.

Yan Wenshan can't come to two people a year, and they are usually Yan Hanque's friends or uncles from the sect next door, and they are all friendly.

Their family has no disputes with the world in Yanwen Mountain, they only take boats to play around during festivals and festivals, and have never provoked any enemies. Why is there such a terrifying sound outside that makes Yan Ling's teeth chatter?

Yan Ling didn't know what to think, she was trembling with fear, she quickly got up and knocked on the door of the cave.

"Father! Mother! Ah Yue!"

This cave is the place where great powers of the past dynasties practiced in seclusion. The enchantment is strong and can cover up Yan Ling's strong spirit-level aura. Such a powerful cave will not let the sound out even if Yan Ling's throat is broken. go out.

Yan Ling was so anxious that she desperately used her thin hands to break open the tight crack in the middle of the door, but she used all her spiritual energy, even though her nails were chopped off, she didn't move a bit.

He drooped down his bloody fingers, and the "hissing" sound in his ears soared to a level of horror that Yan Ling could not bear at all. It was so deafening that he let out a cry of pain and tightly covered his ears.

Yan Ling's heart was beating like a drum, subconsciously felt that something terrible was happening, he couldn't think at all, he could only follow his instinct and desperately struggled to keep knocking on the door.

"Mother! Father! Let me out! Mother!"

Yan Ling's ten fingers were covered in blood, and the stone door was covered with hideous bloodstains.

But this door is too strong, like an insurmountable moat standing in front of Yan Ling, no matter how much he tears his heart and tears, he can't shake it.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering thunder resounded in his ears, shocking Yan Ling for a moment.

Instinct told him something bad was going to happen, but he couldn't understand what the thunder meant.

Two lines of tears unconsciously slipped from the sockets of the eyes, and when Yan Ling was stunned, another thunderclap fell.

It was still drizzling outside, not rumbling like summer thunderstorms.

Yan Ling stood there blankly with tears streaming down his face, at the same time, the entire cave was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The candle burning on the stone case turned out to be Yan Hanque's rhino horn lamp.

Yan Ling was stunned and didn't know what to do. In the darkness, a faint afterglow of the unburned candle appeared from the wick, and instantly fell to the ground and turned into a tall and illusory figure.

It was Yan Hanque.

Yan Ling was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly burst into tears, as if he had found a harbor and rushed towards Yan Hanque: "Father!"

He thought the thunder was a bad thing, but luckily Yan Hanque came.

Yan Ling, who was full of joy after losing it, staggered towards him, and was about to bury himself in his father's arms and cry loudly to vent his inner panic, but his thin body pierced through the illusory figure and flew straight into the air, kneeling on the ground with a "plop".

Yan Ling was stunned and turned around in a daze.

"father?"

Yan Hanque slightly possessed himself, stroking Yan Ling's face with hands that were illusory like candles burning inch by inch, and in his eyes were the reluctance and sadness that Yan Ling had never seen before.

"Father?" Yan Ling wanted to grab Yan Hanque's hand, but failed again and again. He sobbed, "Father, I'm afraid, can you give me a hug, daddy..."

Yan Hanque still said the same thing: "Ah Ling, don't be afraid."

Yan Ling choked up and said, "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid when Dad is by my side."

Yan Hanque's eyes trembled, and it took a while before he said softly: "Ah Ling, remember what I said carefully."

Yan Ling: "Huh?"

Yan Hanque said succinctly: "Now that you are in possession of a spiritual-level phase pattern, you will inevitably face many difficulties in the future. Remember what father said, don't tell anyone about your phase pattern ability."

Yan Ling's mind went blank, unable to understand the meaning of Yan Hanque's words at all, and said dully, "Father? What are you talking about?"

What kind of spiritual pattern?

With his parents around, why would he have so many difficulties in the future?

He doesn't understand.

Yan Hanque's hands made of rhino horn wicks were pressed to the side of Yan Ling's face, warm like never before. This was the first time and the last time that a man who was cold, indifferent and serious in his life was so gentle to Yan Ling.

He even chuckled lightly, and made his voice soft and soft, trying to wipe away the tears on Yan Ling's face but in vain.

Yan Hanque's eyes darkened, and he said softly, "Ah Ling, don't be afraid."

He always said "don't be afraid" to Yan Ling.

Yan has listened to this sentence countless times, but it has never been heard.

With his parents around, no matter how afraid he is, he will have a safe haven to rely on.

But now this sentence is obviously different, Yan Ling can hear it.

"Okay." Yan Ling nodded with tears all over her face, "Okay, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of anything."

No matter what he encounters in the future, he will not be afraid.

Yan Hanque laughed again: "Good boy."

Yan Ling asked expectantly again: "Has the rain stopped outside?"

Yan Hanque froze for a moment, then said softly: "It will stop."

Yan Ling was about to speak again, but saw Yan Hanque's burning body like a candle was being extinguished inch by inch, like the last brilliance before the wick was completely burned out.

Yan Hanque suddenly said: "Ah Ling..."

Yan Ling's heart was beating wildly, and the sound of burning flames in his ears was getting weaker and weaker. For some reason, he held his breath and didn't dare to speak at all, so he could only make a trembling sound at the end.

"Ok?"

Yan Hanque seemed to just want to call his name, his cold eyes seemed to be scorched and warmed by the candle.

Yan Ling finally suppressed the fear in her heart and was about to speak.

Suddenly, the body condensed by the wick finally burned out, slowly turning into ashes and disappearing little by little.

Yan Ling's pupils shrank, and immediately rushed forward without remembering to hug Yan Hanque.

"Father! Father!"

In just a moment, Yan Hanque's body finally disappeared, leaving only a phantom in his sight.

The darkness in the cave was restored again.

Yan Ling sat there on her knees, confused for a long time before speaking in a trembling tone.

"……father?"