The pale moonlight passed through the thin miasma and sprinkled on the way back.
Three figures, one in front and two behind, walked silently among the rugged rocks.
The atmosphere was as oppressive as a piece of lead soaked in water.
Zhao Kuohai was walking in the front, her generous back seemed extremely heavy at the moment.
The Scarlet Yang Heavenly Eagle on his body has long since disappeared, leaving only a navy blue robe that swayed slightly in the night wind.
"Why?"
Zhao Chengkong finally couldn't help it, and a hoarse voice broke the dead silence.
He stopped and stared with his bloodshot eyes at the figure in front of him who was supposed to be his most trusted figure.
"Uncle, why... is there an 'ancestor'?
Why do the people in the Villa become... that kind of thing?"
His voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of torn pain and incomprehensible confusion.
Zhao Kuohai also stopped, he turned around slowly, the moonlight illuminated his pale and tired face.
He didn't answer immediately, but just let out a long sigh, and that breath seemed to contain endless vicissitudes of life.
"Chengkong, some things are far more complicated than you think."
He looked at his nephew, with a trace of pity and helplessness in his eyes.
"The 'ancestor' you are talking about is named Zhao Wuji.
In terms of seniority, he is my and my father's uncle, an ancestor who has lived for nearly two hundred years."
Two hundred years!
Zhao Chengkong's body was shocked.
Earth Realm warriors live for two hundred years, which means that this ancestor is at least Earth Realm Peak, and even... has half a foot stepped into the existence of the Heaven Realm!
"A hundred years ago, Ancestor Wuji was amazingly talented. He was the leader of Soul Fusion Faction at that time and the founder of 'Soul Fusion Technique'."
Zhao Kuohai's voice was deep, as if he was telling a dusty history of Taboo.
"But his research became increasingly extreme, and he eventually disappeared unexpectedly after an in-depth exploration of Bone-Eroding Abyss.
Everyone thought... he was dead."
Su Yu stood aside quietly, expressionless, like an outsider.
Missing? Interesting.
"I didn't expect that,"
Zhao Kuohai The subject changed, and there was a hint of bitterness in his voice.
"More than ten years ago, he suddenly came back.
His cultivation is unfathomable, and his temperament has become... weird.
He asked to stay permanently in the depths of Bone-Eroding Abyss and not be concerned about worldly affairs. The elders of the clan agreed after remembering his seniority.
Over the years, apart from providing some necessary supplies, we have had almost no interaction with him."
"What about the great elder!"
Zhao Chengkong clenched his fists, and his nails dug into his palms.
"How could he collude with the ancestor?
And those junior brothers and sisters... what's going on with them!"
"I... don't know either."
Zhao Kuohai shook his head, with just the right amount of confusion and resentment on his face.
"I only knew that Zhao Y ehan was ambitious, but I didn't expect that he would dare to go behind everyone's back, lure Ancestor Wuji as a foreign aid, and plot to become the owner of the village!
As for those... those tribesmen who were demonized, I'm afraid they did it behind the scenes!"
Zhao Chengkong's chest heaved violently. Obviously, this explanation made him even more angry.
Su Yu's eyelids lowered slightly, hiding the coldness deep in his eyes.
Not sure? Well, not sure.
An old monster who has lived for two hundred years is entrenched in the back of his house. As the owner of the village, he has been "unclear" about what he is doing for more than ten years?
What about the liar?
Can a Earth Realm Fifth Level demon servant be supported by "necessary supplies"?
The owner of the village is probably hidden deeper than the great elder.
"Chengkong."
Zhao Kuohai looked at his nephew who was almost going berserk and increased his tone. For the first time, there was a trace of unquestionable majesty in that gentle voice.
"I know you are angry and in pain.
But now is not the time to be impulsive."
He took a step forward and pressed Zhao Chengkong's shoulders with steady force.
"Ancestor Wuji is far more powerful than you and me. Zhao Y ehan has been operating in the villa for many years and is deeply rooted.
I have already made arrangements for this matter.
I will resolve it myself at the elders' meeting in three days."
He stared into Zhao Chengkong's eyes and spoke word by word.
"Before this, you and Captain Su, don't do anything and don't act rashly again.
Trust me."
"Believe you?"
Zhao Chengkong's blood-red eyes were full of struggle.
On one side is his classmate who died tragically, and on the other side is his uncle whom he has respected since childhood.
Reason and emotion were torn apart crazily in his mind.
In the end, he hung his head dejectedly, as if all his strength had been drained away.
"... Okay."
Zhao Kuohai then breathed a sigh of relief, patted his shoulder, then turned to Su Yu, showing an apologetic smile.
"Captain Su, what happened tonight made you laugh.
This matter concerns my Heavenly Evolution Mountain Manor internal secrets, I hope..."
"I'm just going home with my friend to see."
Su Yu interrupted him calmly, his tone so indifferent that no emotion could be heard.
"As for what I saw, I will soon forget it."
Zhao Kuohai took a deep look at him, as if trying to see something from his excessively young face, but in the end he only saw a deep calm.
He nodded, said no more, turned around and led the two of them away from this land of right and wrong.
Half an hour later, in a remote bamboo courtyard.
Zhao Kuohai personally sent the two of them back, comforted Zhao Chengkong with a few words, and left in a hurry.
Zhao Chengkong walked into his house in despair and locked himself up, obviously needing time to digest everything that happened tonight.
Su Yu returned to his guest room, closed the door, and sat down at the table.
He picked up the already cold tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp. The cold tea slid down his throat, but he couldn't suppress another chill rising in his heart.
The whole incident was like a huge net.
Zhao Y ehan and Zhao Wuji are predators on the surface.
And Zhao Kuohai... is more like the spider that seems to be aloof, but actually controls the overall situation of the spider web.
He seems to be rescuing the situation, but in fact it is more like "cleaning up" the prey that accidentally broke into the spider web, and bringing everything back to his intended track.
"Yao One."
Su Yu said silently in my heart.
"Master..."
On the wrist, the invisible tattoo sent a faint wave of soul, full of fear for the rest of his life.
"Your ancestor is very familiar with Zhao Kuohai?"
Su Yu's voice sounded in the sea of souls, as cold as iron.
Yao One's soul trembled violently.
"No... not familiar!
The ancestor has a solitary temperament and rarely sees outsiders except the great elder!
The owner of the village, Zhao Kuohai... has never set foot in that swamp for more than ten years!"
Yao One defended eagerly, fearing that a slow answer would cause burning pain in his soul.
Su Yu's movements stopped.
Yao One's answer is actually consistent with Zhao Kuohai's statement.
Could it be... that I am too worried?
At the moment when he frowned, Yao One's fearful voice added hesitantly.
"However... even though the owner of the village has never been there, someone will send a batch of supplies every once in a while!"