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No one lives without regrets, and so does Xing Ji. When he walked into this old house, his mood followed its simplicity and silence.

The last time I came here was three years ago when my grandma passed away. After that, Xing Ji never set foot in this house again, even though he is the heir to this huge house.

The complete ancient architecture made Xing Ji, who was wearing modern clothes, a bit out of place. He had just walked in a few steps, and an old man in a long gown over sixty years old, wearing thick reading glasses, walked towards him with a smile.

"Young master, you are finally back." Old Zhang's attitude was very enthusiastic, Xing Ji looked at his somewhat bent back and suddenly felt that he should come back sooner.

"I heard that your granddaughter is married." Xing Ji said in a rare greeting, and the two walked into the room while talking.

When Aunt Lin in the kitchen heard that Xing Ji was back, she immediately ran over to ask him what he had for dinner.

The old people in this house were very happy, Xing Ji was infected by their enthusiasm, and remembered the days when he was with his grandma.

All his memories about his relatives are in this house, it's just that he grows up as a teenager, others have parents, but Xing Ji only has his grandma.

When he asked, grandma was silent. Even in this place, there are many old photos, except for his mother. At that time, the Jin family was still there from time to time, but no one mentioned his mother there.

Until one time, when he asked again and again, grandma said: "I don't have such a daughter."

At that time, I had a huge quarrel with my grandma, who was still young, and the rift between the two gradually became serious until my grandma became seriously ill.

Before the hospital bed, he had promised his grandma that he would not pursue his mother's affairs anymore, but now, with all the doubts and dreams he was facing, Xing Ji could no longer sit still and wait for death.

"Uncle Zhang, I want to know about my mother." After lunch, Xing Ji directly stated the purpose of his visit.

Uncle Zhang's face froze instantly, he didn't answer Xing Ji's question, but just sighed deeply.

"Miss has long expected that this day will come. Is the Jin family coming to look for you again?" Uncle Zhang's tone gradually became angry, especially when he mentioned the Jin family.

Xing Ji's eyes flashed, his nominal father Jin Shiqian brought Jin Shu to the Xing family's mansion, he only remembered that his grandma was very angry and forbade him to talk to the two of them.

Afterwards, the adults didn't know what they said. They hadn't appeared since before his grandma passed away. After his grandma passed away, Jin Shu would appear once a year for no apparent reason. He never thought about it before.

But now, everything is like scattered beads, gradually strung together.

Xing Ji nodded, and Uncle Zhang sighed again. He took Xing Ji to the house where his grandmother lived. There was an altar on one wall of the house.

Xing Ji lit three sticks of incense and put incense on the tablet, then Uncle Zhang twisted the candlestick on the altar table, the wall turned and revealed a passage.

"Come with me, young master." Uncle Zhang said as he picked up a candle, while Xing Ji turned on the flashlight of his phone.

This is a narrow downward passage, Xing Ji was surprised, he did not expect that there is a secret room in this old house.

After walking for about 5 minutes, they came to a huge cavity, like an air-raid shelter. Uncle Zhang lit one of the lights with a candle, and in the next second, all the lights lit up one by one.

The surrounding scenes were all exposed to Xing Ji's eyes, except for the tall shelves on the two walls, some old and strange things were placed on them, and the remaining two walls were painted with exquisite murals.

"What is this?" Xing Ji asked in surprise.

Uncle Zhang: "The murals depict the family history of the Xing family."

"family history?"

Uncle Zhang nodded, and he went on to say that the Xing family has always been demon descendants. The blood of the Xing family restrains the genitals. Their family has been friends with several other demon descendant families for generations, hiding in the world, and secretly writing about killing demons and defending the way.

But suddenly one day, a group of people who called themselves ghost cultivators appeared. They used evil things and practiced sorcery.

It's a pity that instead of being wiped out, those people found that although the blood of the Demon Subduing Master restrained the Yin, it was also a great help to their so-called cultivation.

As a result, the demon descendants with bloodlines were hunted down. These people were too powerful, and several big families were gradually wiped out.

Until one day, when there were only a few members of the Xing family left in the Jiangmoshi family, a person appeared. He married a girl from the Xing family at that time, and taught the Xing family a lot of things, so that the Xing family was able to fight against ghosts.

It took such a hundred years for the Xing family to survive, but it is a pity that Guixiu did not give up the idea of ​​trapping, and one of the victims was Xing Ji's mother.

Back then, Xing Ji's grandmother Xing An saw that the Jin family was unfathomable and disagreed with the marriage. Who would have thought that Xing Ji's mother, Xing Fei, would go abroad directly with Jin Shiqian.

"What happened after that?" Xing Ji didn't have much emotion on his face, but he clenched his hands tightly, because he realized that things in the future might be bad. At the same time, those dream fragments flashed through his mind.

The imprisoned woman, the blood flowing in the infusion set.

Uncle Zhang sighed and went on to say that there was no news about Xing Fei after she left the country. Her mother was very worried, so she found the Jin family through her connections. When she rushed over, she only saw the young Xing Ji and a funeral.

It was Xing Fei who was buried. Uncle Zhang didn't know exactly what happened at the funeral. He only knew that Xing An brought Xing Ji back after he came back.

"Grandma guesses that my mother's death is related to the Jin family?" Xing Ji quickly understood the meaning of Uncle Zhang's words.

Uncle Zhang nodded silently. Seeing Xing Ji's expression was not good, he got up and left him alone for a while.

In the secret room, Xing Ji was very silent, he felt depressed, he didn't expect the truth to be so cruel, that's why his grandma didn't tell him.

But now that the Jin family approached him, it was probably for the same purpose.

What about Ji Zhichang?Who is he?His methods are obviously also so-called cultivators.

Without any clue, Xing Ji stood up and looked at the murals. What was recorded on the murals was not much different from what Uncle Zhang said. When he flipped through those old books, his expression suddenly paused.

There is a book that is full of spells, and some of the spells used to subdue demons are exactly the same as those drawn by Ji Zhichang.

Xing Ji took out his mobile phone and took a picture. He turned the book to the front page, and there was a person's name written on it.

"Luo Youdao..." This person seems to be the one who appeared in the mural to save the Xing family. Does he have any relationship with Ji Zhichang?

Looking at the things in the secret room, Xing Ji was at a loss. He came here to clear up doubts, but now he has more and more doubts.

Ji Zhichang in the apartment sneezed. He touched his nose, always feeling that someone was talking about him, and he felt uneasy.

So Ji Zhichang made a divination, and when he saw the hexagram, Ji Zhichang jumped up from the sofa "suddenly".

Xiaotian didn't understand, so she said, "Brother Zhichang, what's wrong with you?"

"Xing Ji, there is danger!"