Pere retracted Wan'er's death. The pure golden weize contrasted with her white white, showing a different kind of charm, not just beautiful. At the moment when the jade pendant was hung back, ripples appeared with it as the center and immediately spread.

Zhang Fan next to him could see clearly that these ripples were not spreading something by the jade pendant, but were filled with the strange aura of the whole room. They were instantly rejected by the jade pendant, and this situation was formed.

The extremely targeted jade pendant implies something, and the teleportation array. All of this seems to be telling the secret hidden in the Qingjun man named Shu Wuji.

"What a pity."

Zhang Fan sighed inwardly, shook his head helplessly, unable to go to the other end of the teleportation array to find out, no matter how you think about it, it is ultimately false. So he stopped exploring it, and turned around and looked around in the room and the secret room, then frowned, and suddenly asked, "Wan'er, do you usually live here?"

It’s okay to get the room, after all, it’s blocked by huge rocks. It’s not something that ordinary people can enter and exit, so it’s normal to be dilapidated. However, there are thick dust in the secret room, which is not very reasonable.

"No."

Wan'er shook her head and said, "Wan'er usually lives in the village, and this place was where my father used to live."

"He came out of here!"

"real!"

As she said that, she emphasized it as if she was extravagant, and then looked at Zhang Fan nervously, as if she was afraid that he would not believe it.

Zhang Fan laughed silently and nodded to comfort her.

If it were the ordinary people living here, they would naturally not believe such a fantasy thing. But after Zhang Fan saw the teleportation array with his own eyes, he would have nothing to understand.

Shu Wuji obviously got here through this teleportation array. Like him, he was an outsider, and both the scrolls and jade pendants all illustrate this point.

It’s quite strange. Judging from the situation on the scroll, this person is clearly a cultivator. How could he settle down after arriving here? He also got married and had children, leaving Wan'er, the daughter, which seemed a little strange.

Without waiting for him to continue asking, Wan'er had already spoken her father's story on her own, her words full of pride and pride.

It was a coincidence that Wan'er's mother took things like berries on the clearings outside the castle. She happened to see Shu Wuji walking out of the castle. Before she could do anything, she "thumped" and fell into a coma.

Wan'er's mother was also a kind-hearted person. So she took Shu Wuji back home to take care of her carefully, and everything went on after that.

According to what Wan'er said, her father seemed to be in poor health. He had hemoptysis all year round and passed away a few years ago.

After listening to it, Zhang Fan pondered for a moment and roughly understood the whole story.

Shu Wuji didn't know where to teleport here. When he arrived here, he was seriously injured and his life was not long ago. No wonder he did not leave, nor was it strange that the man on the scroll had a look of twilight on his face, as if the sun was approaching dusk.

A cultivator who should not be weak is trapped in this small place because of his serious injury, surrounded by ordinary people who know nothing. He is step by step and cannot relieve his death. Even if he has never experienced it personally, he can understand one or two things.

After Wan'er finished speaking, she seemed a little sad and fell silent for a moment.

After a while, Zhang Fan opened his mouth to break the silence and asked, "Wan'er, has your father left anything?"

At this time, he became more and more interested in Shu Wuji's origin and the source of these strange auras. The premonition in the dark told him that these are very important!

Unfortunately, there are no other clues worth paying attention to except for the teleportation array that cannot be used yet, so I had to turn my mind to Shu Wuji's relics.

"some."

Wan'er nodded vigorously, and then said sadly: "It's been put at home, Wan'er dares not go back."

Zhang Fan nodded in understanding, a bunch of monsters just now were waiting for, and no one dared to go back. In loneliness and despair, Wan'er hid in the castle. I believe she hoped that someone could come out of it like his father back then and save her!

The realization of this last ray of hope in despair will leave an eternal mark in people's hearts. If hope is placed on religion, it will often be transformed into piety and entrusted to people, which is an inexplicable trust and attachment.

No wonder the child was too kind to him. He seemed not to be a stranger who had first met, but he seemed to be half of his relatives worthy of dependence.

"Let's go, there's nothing to be afraid of with me.

Zhang Fan smiled and took Wan'er's little hand. He turned around and walked out of the secret room. Halfway through his journey, he suddenly stopped and looked at the teleportation array in the room. He thought in his mind, slapped the Qiankun bag, a disc and several flags appeared in his hand.

This is a simple array plate. Zhang Fan himself forgot when the spoils was, and it was not very useful to him, but at this time, it could have some effect.

With Wan'er's curious eyes, he gently placed his hands on his hands

The array plate and flags flew out of the year and instantly inserted into the guest room. Then they got up and got tired of it. They immediately spread all over the secret room, and then seemed to melt on four walls and disappeared.

After doing this, Zhang Fan took out a piece of jade material from his arms, moved his fingers to the Great Sun True Power, and slowly slashed it on it.

In an instant, the whole piece of jade material turned into a red color like a soldering iron. When the fingers passed, jade chips flew everywhere. In a short while, a simple and unpretentious jade pendant took shape.

This is actually the simplest process of refining weapons. Through this action, Zhang Fan engraved a restriction on the jade pendant that can enter and exit the previous formation. As long as the person wearing the jade pendant enters, the formation will not be activated, otherwise people will be blocked from the future.

"Wan'er, you can wear this jade pendant. If you encounter any danger in the future, remember to hide here. Do you know?"

He handed the jade and Pei to Wan'er, and Zhang Fan told him.

"Yeah!" Wan'er nodded vigorously. She took the jade and put it on her body happily, then covered her chest with her hands, as if she was confirming its existence.

Looking at the happy smile on her face, Zhang Fan smiled slightly, stopped stopping, and left the castle with her and returned to the dead village she had been to before.

Under Wan'er's leadership, the two of them came to an ordinary small courtyard.

When he arrived here, Zhang Fan looked around. The normal courtyard was not much different from what he saw in the village earlier. It was as dilapidated, but it was a little cleaner. It seemed that Wan'er had lived here for a while.

What really attracted his attention was not the dilapidated courtyard, and there were two towering graves in the courtyard.

On top of the two tombs were two woods and stones, one rough and one exquisite tombstones. It was obvious that Wan'er's parents were buried.

Shu Wuji didn't know what he was thinking, so he buried his wife's grave in the courtyard. The little girl Wan'er was ignorant and actually followed her like this after her father died, and she formed this one.

"Brother, you're waiting for me here, Wan'er goes in and get it."

Unlike Zhang Fan looking around, Wan'er clearly smiled when she saw this dilapidated courtyard. The feeling of home clearly emerged and she said with a smile.

Then after Zhang Fan nodded, she jumped through the broken wooden door and entered the room, rummaging around.

Zhang Fan set aside a little spiritual consciousness to pay attention to the situation in the room, and then focused his attention on the two tombstones.

The wooden tombstone is extremely rough. At first glance, it looks like it was chopped off directly from a dead tree with an axe. It is written with curved and tender handwriting on it, and the seven masters are written: "The Tomb of Dad and Uncle Wuji"

This catty, the tombstone and the bumpy little earthblocks below were obviously made by Wan'er.

In another grave next to it, Wan'er's mother's living place is very different.

Although it was buried in the courtyard, the tombs were covered with bluestone bricks, and it was bent into a dome. If it weren't for the small scale, it would have been a powerful person in the mortal world.

The tombstone is made of bluestone three feet long and two feet wide, and the edges and corners are polished so that even the old stonemasons who have been in great detail will never put in this effort.

On the front of the tombstone, there are six masters of "The Tomb of the Beloved Wife's Clouds and Waters" engraved on the front of the tombstone. On the handwriting, a sense of sharpness and depression coexist, clearly revealed through just a few strokes.

Especially on the word "Yunshui", Zhang Fan clearly saw that the surroundings of these two characters were obviously much smoother than other places. It seemed like patina, and even the handwriting seemed a little light. It was obvious that someone could only get there with his hand mosuo for many years.

There are no sad words like losing your loved ones, sad and painful, but the hard bluestone can be worn away by longing, but it is even more shocking than any words.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan was a little suspicious of his previous opinion. Shu Wuji didn't seem to be a casual relationship with Wan'er's mother when he was about to recover from his hopeless life. Now it seems that he really looks affectionate.

"Finally found!"

After a while, a girl's cheer came from the room, and then a delicate figure ran out and came to Zhang Fan with a slightly fur and panting. Along the tender white little hand, a crystal-like bone flute was tightly held.

"Um?"

Zhang Fan condensed, took the bone flute from Wan'er's hand, and looked at it carefully

When he saw it in the first day of the junior high school, he discovered that this was definitely not an ordinary musical instrument.

There was obvious spiritual fluctuations above the bone flute. How could it be hidden from the eyes of his weapon refining master, and he didn't even have to take over it. He was sure that this was at least an intermediate or above spiritual weapon.

In the end, it was because of its material that attracted Zhang Dan's interest. This was not the first time he had seen such a material.

While holding the bone flute in his hand, an advanced magic weapon that had not been used for many years also flew out of the Qiankun bag with his movements, and fell into his hand to compare it with the bone flute.

After a while, Zhang Fan's face became solemn.
Chapter completed!