The Ghost Doctor Hongyan of Huayin Jianghu

Chapter 58
"This—this is?" Both Yan Liluo and Feng Ye were stunned by the beautiful scenery in front of them. The breeze was warm and the scenery was pleasant. This place was like a paradise, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

"Miss Yan, look there—" Feng Ye couldn't help pointing to the distance.Yan Liluo looked in the direction Feng Ye was pointing at, and saw a large stone tablet standing tall in the distance. The black body of the tablet exuded a solemn and sacred atmosphere, and densely packed blocks of block letters were engraved on it.

Feng Ye and Yan Liluo walked over, and saw that it was densely engraved with people's names - Ling Qi, Ling Taoyao, Ling Jue... And at the end of these names, two names they were familiar with suddenly appeared ——Ling Hua, Ling Tianyue.

"This is - the name of the successive patriarchs of the Xuanying clan." Feng Ye said in surprise.And behind Ling Tianyue's name, a vague and unformed name was looming, Yan Liluo walked up, caressed the name, and saw three words clearly emerged on the black stele——Ling Xuzhuo.

Yan Liluo looked at the three names slowly, feeling a deep shock in her heart.Somewhere, she seemed to know something. From the moment she stepped into Xuanying Villa, the wheel of fate had already started to turn.She, Feng Ye, Ling Tianyue, Ling Xuzhuo, each of them seemed to act out a story with a doomed ending according to the fate they had written.

Yan Liluo walked slowly to the back of the stele, and saw a paragraph of words densely engraved on it, which seemed to be telling a story.The words were signed by Ling Qi, the first patriarch of the Xuanying Clan. Deep remorse was revealed between the lines, as well as the unforgettable helplessness and sorrow.

The bloody road is long, and bloody killings are everywhere.At the beginning of the curse of the five clans, the chaos in the Central Plains finally came to pass.It is the fault of the five people that people are starving and dying everywhere, and the people are in dire straits. The only thing I have to do is to die to be worthy of my clan.

My people, follow me for several years.The sincerity of the people can be learned from the sky.I have no talent, and I have a heavy burden on my shoulders. I would like to do my best to shine the glory of Xuanying.The minister of Xuehun, his loyalty can be learned from, he devours blood every day, and assists him wholeheartedly.

However, things backfired, and people's hearts are unpredictable.The minds of five people can never be unified into one.The five ministers are hidden in the Central Plains. If they let the tiger go back to the mountain, they will be hated forever if they make a mistake.Influenced by power, scrambling for power and power, especially in today's world, when the night is like a dead bone, fame and fortune are intertwined, and even a saint can hardly be alone.

Even though I hate the curse of Xuehun, there is nothing I can do about it.The king's heart is unpredictable, the saint is impermanent, and the chaos of the five people is also our own fault, and it is hard to blame.Even though my son is a fool, the blood debt of killing his father is [-]%, and it will definitely be used by the clan. I exchanged my life, and the noble clan sympathized with my intentions.

Fate changes and continues from generation to generation.The curse of my family is also my sin.When the patriarch stands, it is also the moment of death.The blood curse is replaced, this is the eternal curse of our family, like a black mandala, despair and love live together...

Every sentence of blood and tears, every word of remorse, all showed the inner suffering and pain of the first patriarch.Yan Liluo stepped forward and stared at the stele lightly.The whole body of the black stone tablet reflects the crimson blood, which is heavy and desolate.

Feng Ye carefully looked at the words on the tablet, his face was serious.This stele is probably Ling Qi’s last pen written before his death. Because of his betrayal, he offended the first generation of Snow Soul Saintess, and the curse of the five clans broke out. Thousands of people.

The curse of the Xuanying clan is desperate and painful. Every patriarch must shed blood with his hands and step forward on the corpses of his compatriots.And at the end of the journey, they must kill their loved ones, and use their blood in exchange for the continuation of the Xuanying clan from generation to generation.

Feng Ye lowered his eyes, the name engraved on the tombstone at the end made his heart sink heavily.

Yan Liluo looked at the stele, quietly lost in thought.Her expression was calm and unsteady, only a trace of complicated expression flashed in her eyes.She looked at the stele, but did not look at Feng Ye, thoughtful.After a while, she spoke softly, her voice was calm without any waves:
"You've anticipated everything, haven't you?"

Feng Ye didn't speak, his black pupils were neither surprised nor flustered, just like the woman in front of him, calm as water.

"I expected seven to eight points." Feng Ye replied calmly, calmly, he knew that with Yan's cleverness, she would eventually guess that it was he who designed the whole thing, Ling Tianyue, Ling Xuzhuo, everything They were all just pawns in his hands, and he put them in the required positions step by step, letting them kill each other.

"Only seven or eight points?" Yan Liluo sneered, turned around, her eyes became cold again: "I thought everything was under your master Feng's control."

Seeing Yan Liluo's icy eyes, Feng Ye felt bitterness in his heart.He laughed at himself, lowered his head, and murmured in his heart: "Since I met Miss Yan, everything has been beyond my expectation..."

(End of this chapter)