Chapter 398 The Stolen Yan Fei!

After entering the town, he saw a little more people, but what surprised Mu Fan was that even those children in rags were not interested in this Hummer, which was the focus in China and even the world, and even didn't even look at it. Zhao Kun stopped the car and left the family in the town to pick up the car before. A hotel-like hotel, and then took Mu Fan to the depths of the town on foot.

When he passed through the lively town, came to a mountain forest not far from the town, and walked along the path of the moss stone steps for about 100 meters, Zhao Kun stopped, looked at the stone gate in front of him, and picked up the bottle and poured himself fiercely. Finally, Mu Fan's water was also poured down by him in one breath, which made Mu Fan restless.

Walking to the door of the yard, which was almost serialized with the mountain in the back, Mu Fan was stunned. The two doors were different from other people's houses. They were not engraved with fonts or wall paintings, but two big knives, all red, which were very eye-catching.

The two walked into the door. It was a small courtyard. There was a suite on the side. They did not stop and continued to walk. It was an arched stone door. The stone wall was carved with the same as what they saw before. It was a saber with a handle with different angles. Standing under the stone door, it was like more than a dozen bloody sabrees cutting their heads. Come on, Mu Fan couldn't help but be shocked. When Mu Fan and Zhao Kun passed through the third stone gate, there was still no one. The yard was very clean, but it was also very clean. It gave Mu Fan a gloomy feeling. Because of the cool wind on the mountain, the mountain wind blew at this time, like the cold air between the corpses, strange and trembled. Mu Fan cursed and followed Zhao Kun's footsteps, Mu If you are not afraid of people, you are afraid of no one!

When Mu Fan and Zhao Kun passed through the fifth stone door, they saw a row of five large blue and stone tile houses in front of them. However, on the way to the room, there were all kinds of stone people on both sides. Each stone man's posture was different. The simulated person, clothes, appearance, and eyes were carved lifelike, and they were all fierce. What's more terrible is that on the stone road from the fifth stone gate to the main hall, there are twenty-four stone people on both sides, and twelve on one side, which makes Mu Fan complain in his heart. He almost jumps up and scolds. What is that each stone man holds a big knife in his hand and is set up on the stone road. Walking in it, looking up, there is a big saber. The momentum to cut down, what's more terrible is that the big knife here is blood red. It's not paint, but real blood. Mu Fan smells it, it's human blood!

When Mu Fan and Zhao Kun came to the living room, on the stone pillar on the side of the main hall, there was a real saber hanging. The body of the knife was all covered with blood, and the blood had dried up and solidified. Mu Fan took a breath. It seemed that Zhao Kun knew his expression at this time without looking at Mu Fan. He did not look back. He wiped the sweat on his head and whispered; " If you can't say one, two, three, the knife hasn't sucked blood for a long time. You know what I'm saying... There is no Li family here, "

Mu Fan smiled bitterly. Zhao Kun asked Mu Fan to wait here. He went in. The hesitant and nervous back before entering made Mu Fan feel a little funny. The tiger was poisonous. Could the old man cut him with a knife?

Mu Fan did not dare to move, so he stood in the living room and glanced at the furnishings in the living room. One minute, to be precise, fifty seconds, Mu Fan was counting, and suddenly there was a rage in the room. Then when he saw Zhao Kun escaping with a bitter face, Mu Fan was shocked, subconsciously took a step back, and then saw a white hair. The old man with white beard, wearing a sweatshirt that only existed in the 1930s, ran out with wide trousers, and held a short saber in his hand.

"Run!"

Running to Mu Fan, Zhao Kun shouted and escaped from the yard by himself. Mu Fan looked embarrassed and stunned.

The old man was not tall, but he was full of spirit and his face was ruddy. I guess it was because he was angry. He stared at Mu Fan. He didn't wait for Mu Fan to open his mouth, and he cut at Mu Fan with a knife. Mu Fan was shocked and fled. He had something to do today. He must not run away like Zhao Kun. How did Mu Fan shout? The old man refused to stop. Mu Fan had no choice but to jump around like a jumping clown, but obviously the old man's hand was not what Mu Fan could think of. Four or five false moves dazzled Mu Fan. Can such a messy move kill people? As a result, it can! Because when the old man cut out his last real move, if it hadn't been for Mu Fan's dodging in time, even if he threw away the suit, he would have died. Even so, the sleeves of the suit would have been cut in half. Mu Fan jumped up and picked up the big horse knife on the stone pillar. He always fought with the old man. For a moment, the mountain wind roared, and the wind was gloomy. In the usually empty courtyard, the harsh sound of knife collision rippled. Mu Fan could not subdue this group of run-deed old horses, but the old man did not have enough strength to cut off Mu Fan's brain. The bag trembled for half an hour, and then the old man gasped and stopped. Mu Fan quickly breathed. Both of them stared at each other. Mu Fan complained in his heart!

When the old man was about to rest, Mu Fan shouted, "You old man, I came to treat you today. Don't let me say a word. You will fight when you come up. You grow up with gunpowder!"

The old man didn't talk nonsense and was about to cut it. Mu Fan fled and shouted, "It was Qu Tiandao who asked me to come. He asked me to bring you a good news, which is a promise made 15 years ago!"

The old man suddenly stopped, his temper burst, and he opened his mouth and cursed; "Ty!"

Seeing that the situation improved, Mu Fan swallowed his saliva, held the saber, and said vigilantly, "Your whole family, except for your old man, is incompetent, and even a girl can't give birth, right?"

"I chopped you up!"

As soon as Mu Fan said this, the old man's face suddenly turned pale, and his family was ugly. Mu Fan was so provocative that he should be beaten by thousands of times! Just as the old man rushed up, Mu Fan ran and shouted, "You have a grandson!" You old monster, you still have a grandson! Your own grandson! You are the only species in the Yan family!"

The old man was stunned. The saber fell to the ground and looked at Mu Fan nervously. Mu Fan cursed and pointed to the old man and scolded, "If you kill me today, do you believe that Yan Fei will kill you another day?"

The old man's pupils suddenly contracted and looked at Mu Fan in horror. His eyes were complicated, as if he had aged for dozens of years in an instant. His breath disorderedly walked to Mu Fan step by step, and said coldly, "You know that the consequences of cheating me are not that Qu Tiandao can save you!"

"Your grandson, Yan Fei! Fifteen years ago, because your Yan family fought with foreigners, they were killed by the family. In the First World War, more than half of them were killed and injured, leaving only dozens of people in your current family. Although they killed all the foreigners, they did not cut down the grass and leave a scourge. In the end, the whole family was drugged, and neither men nor women could have children. It was no different from being exterminated. Am I right? Mu Fan looked at the trance old man angrily and shouted;

The old man nodded. How can he feel at ease if the family is bad in his area? Even if he dies, he has no face to see the ancestors below. An ancient family has been passed down for thousands of years, but it has come to the point of extinction. Even if he is the most despised modern test-tube baby, his son can't survive. How can he feel at ease? Zhao Kun, his own son, is a waste in his eyes. Living is no different from dying! That's why he attacked him as soon as he met.

Mu Fan took a long breath and said calmly, "I've been looking for you for a few years. You're fine. You should hide your name. Your son should be surnamed Zhao, otherwise you won't be in this situation for so many years."

The old man looked at Mu Fan with extreme uneasiness, and his hands and feet trembled and said, "What did you mean before? My grandson? Yan Fei?"

Mu Fan nodded and said, "Yes, your grandson Yan Fei is still alive. The name was given by my grandfather for him, but he is indeed the seed of your family, the only one who escaped from that disaster. Do you still remember the enmity between Long Tian and Qu Tiandao and you? Yan Fei was taken by Qu Tiandao the night before your death. Later, he handed it over to my grandfather. You thought Yan Fei was dead. In fact, he was stolen by the old man of Qu Tiandao... Fuck! What is this called! Is it a blessing for your Yan family because of misfortune?

Mu Fan cursed and looked at the old man, but the old man stared at him, as if he had been blown down by the wind and fainted! Mu Fan's lips were fierce, and he couldn't let out a fart!