Yang Zimei looked carefully at the words on the memorial tablet and found that the man's name was Qingyun, who was born in 1900 and died in the Anti-Japanese War in 1937.
Died in 1937?
Yang Zimei was sweating, wouldn't he have been dead for more than sixty years?
Or maybe, the people on this portrait are just the portraits of the ancestors of the man in black?
She looked carefully and found that there was an exact scar on the left eyebrow on the portrait.
No matter how similar a person looks, they can't even have the same scars and scars, right?
It's so incredible.
Just as he was thinking about it, the man in a black suit came out of the kitchen, holding a large basin of stuff in his hand that exuded a fishy smell.
Yang Zimei took a closer look and saw that the basin was filled with blood.
"Sister, could that be human blood?"
Xiaoqian asked aloud.
At this time, the man's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes sharpened, and he raised his eyes to where they were.
He lowered the basin in his hand and struck Yang Zimei with his palm like lightning.
No, it was discovered!
Yang Zimei dodged the wind of his palm, and the sinister energy in his hand shot out, hitting the man's forehead.
Who would have known that as soon as the evil place entered that person's forehead, it would disappear without a trace, just like a needle entering a sponge, and it would have no effect on him at all.
His palm skills are fast and accurate!
Yang Zimei looked at the mirror in the hall and found that she should be invisible, but this person seemed to be able to see her. He was very accurate every time he moved, and he probably could accurately capture her aura.
The evil spirit had no effect on him, and his external skills were really bad. Yang Zimei had no choice but to reach out and pull out the sharp blade that he had snatched from the killer that day, and began to deal with this man.
Back then, Long Zhutian had taught her a few sword techniques without any fancy tricks, all of which were directed at the person's vital points.
But the opponent was extremely experienced in fighting and was extremely fast. No matter which angle she attacked from, he cleverly avoided her and forced her back step by step.
Yang Zimei was beaten so hard that he was in a panic.
At this time, the door was pushed open and Luo Yinghao rushed in.
He watched in amazement as a sharp blade kept stabbing the man in the air, while the man kept making moves to dodge...
What's happening here?
"Major Luo, help!"
Seeing Luo Yinghao, Yang Zimei shouted.
Suddenly hearing Yang Zimei's voice, Luo Yinghao was startled, but after all, he was a well-informed person with rich experience in fighting, so he immediately realized that she might have used the legendary invisibility technique.
He started to step forward and started to confront the man in the black suit...
Luo Yinghao grew up in the army. He received rigorous training starting at the age of seven. Later, he started special training in the elimination system of the 17th Division and stayed in the Amazon River for a full year.
Moreover, he is also the descendant of Luo Jiaquan. He has a pair of fists that are flexible and powerful, and can be swung without leakage.
Under the attack of the two people, the man gradually became confused, especially since Yang Zimei had been invisible.
If he was dealing with her alone, he would be able to accurately capture her aura.
Now the addition of Luo Yinghao completely disrupted her aura and made it difficult for him to distinguish.
When he avoided Luo Yinghao's punch, the sharp blade in Yang Zimei's hand stabbed directly into his arm...
Click!
The sound of the sharp blade entering the skin and bones could be heard clearly.