Yi Zhiping's expression changed again and again, and big beads of sweat flowed downwards. Not to mention other things, he just deceived Master Henglian, which was obviously equivalent to offending the martial arts master!
"I hope you can give me and Xiaoxue a reasonable explanation!" Zhao Fan said in a rough voice, as if he had a bad temper and wanted to fight.
Yi Zhiping said in a panic: "Master Jinmian, I really didn't lie to you, but I did lie to Xiaoxue. Because in the past, she had grown up under the knee of the family master, and she was very affectionate and filial. As an uncle, I was afraid that she would suffer the consequences after knowing the truth.
If he couldn't stop, he told a lie."
"So, you are quite considerate of Xiaoxue." Zhao Fan nodded in a gentle voice.
At this moment, Yi Zhiping and Yi Zhi'an seemed to have exhausted all their strength and were almost exhausted. They reluctantly stood and knelt down. They felt that they were able to get through it like this, which showed that they were lucky enough that God took care of them.
As everyone knows, there has been a saying in China since ancient times, you can't hide from the first day of the lunar month, but you can't hide from the fifteenth day. Zhao Fan's heart is like a bright mirror, how can he be so easy to fool?
Yi Xue was a little anxious, fearing that Yaoyao's eldest cousin had really been deceived. When she wanted to speak again, she saw the other party calmly shook her finger at her, so she said nothing more. Until now, apart from trusting the person next to her, she was a little anxious.
Young people have no choice.
The next moment, the door of the house was pushed open by Yi Zhiping. He pulled his second brother and bent down on both sides.
Zhao Fan calmly walked into it with Shenxiu and Yi Xue.
The two brothers of the Yi family looked inside, half relieved. They knew best what the courtyard was like before. There were a lot of torture instruments. But now, the floor of the head of the family's mansion is almost spotless, as clean as if you were holding your tongue every inch.
Licking like that!
The reason why I still haven't let go is because Yi Changxiong was abused so badly before...
However, there is an ancestral craft in the Yi family called "borrowing skin". It is not considered a sinister magic. It is to use the skin of a dead person to cover the skin of a living person. Even if it is completely unrecognizable, it will still look the same on the outside.
There are no signs of injury, even if you touch it with your hands, you can't feel anything abnormal, which is very deceptive.
The two brothers of the Yi family silently prayed that the elder would have time to use his excuses on the old immortal.
There are three ancient-style buildings in the house of the head of the family.
Shenxiu looked left and right, and sighed: "My great Tathagata Buddha, this family's mansion is much bigger than any other family we have visited before."
Zhao Fan rolled his eyes, turned to look at Yi Xue, and asked, "Teacher Yi Xue, where does your grandfather live?"
"This building faces the courtyard gate." She raised her hand and pointed forward.
The three of them immediately moved over.
Yi Zhiping and Yi Zhi'an followed behind anxiously, still looking like suspects waiting for the judge to pronounce their verdict, either not guilty or guilty.
When they opened the door, everyone saw this scene.
There was a large mahogany bed in the middle, with a frail old man lying flat on his back among the quilts, his eyes closed and breathless.
His face was wrinkled, but there was no injury anywhere, and his hair was combed extremely neatly.
"Grandpa!" The moment Yi Xue saw Yi Changxiong, she could no longer hold back and threw herself in front of the bed, but got no response. She tried to put her hand in front of her grandfather's nose. After a while, she felt relieved.
Take a breath, no one is dead.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Fan, Shenxiu, and the two brothers from the Yi family also came over. The latter two were completely relieved. As expected of their ancestral skills, there seemed to be no sign of being abused at all.
However, just when their hanging hearts calmed down, a voice fell into their ears: "Where is the vomited blood? Is my nose broken, or are you lying to me?"
It was Zhao Fan who spoke.
Yi Zhiping almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood, saying that it had been cleaned up, but he could smell the smell of blood, but it was not true that he had a rotten stomach and vomited blood. There was nothing red at all in the hall.
Yi Zhi'an was also stunned.
If he had known this earlier, he would have let the elder leave some blood stains...
At this time, Shenxiu made another point with a unique angle: "The head of the Yi family is seriously ill and is in danger. He is not in the bedroom, but is placed in the hall on the first floor. Is this because you want to show it to someone? There is also hair, although
The customs are very similar across China, but I have never heard of any place where people comb their hair and change their clothes before they die. They are all done after death."
The two Yi brothers were completely speechless.
Yi Xue stared at her eldest and second uncle, her expression mixed with disappointment and anger.
What really made Yi Zhiping and Yi Zhi'an despair was that the golden-faced master in their eyes walked around to the head of the bed, violently opened the quilt and threw it to the ground. The next second, his hand fell on Yi Changxiong's hairline, pointing.
A gentle rub of the tip.
I heard "tearing, tearing" sounds like tearing paper.
The skin on Yi Changxiong's face was rising one by one, as if it were covered with a layer of translucent plastic film. It couldn't be more fake.
Yi Xue's eyes widened, remembering the art of borrowing skin that her grandfather had said.
Until Zhao Fan grasped the corners of the floating skin and pulled hard, it was completely separated from Yi Changxiong's body. The large part blocked by the clothes was also pulled out from the collar...
Yi Changxiong's real skin caught everyone's attention.
Although only the head and neck are exposed, there is no intact place. It is either bruised or livid, or swollen, or whip marks, and the lips are cracked as if the water has been cut off for a long time, along the gap between the lips that cannot be closed.
It looked like the teeth were all broken and the edges were ragged, as if they had been torn off!
Even the tongue was covered with tacks and was bloody!
The neck was cut with a knife into a series of semicircular pieces of skin, all of which were raised up, and the shape was like densely packed blood-colored fish scales.
Even though Zhao Fan was well-informed, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.
Shenxiu ate a lot of food when he came and almost vomited...
As a granddaughter, Yi Xue couldn't accept the fact before her. She hugged Yi Changxiong's head, tears pouring down like pillars. She looked at her eldest and second uncle vaguely, "You are grandpa's biological sons, how come you are like this?"
...Are you so cruel?"
"Teacher Yi Xue, what do you want now? Just say one word and I will do it." Zhao Fan's voice was like an emotionless knife, and he was wearing a mask. No one knew what his expression was at this time.
.
"Kill them, kill them!"
Yi Xue pointed at her uncle and second uncle in a state of collapse, her consciousness covered with hatred.
"good."
Zhao Fan turned around and said word by word to the two brothers of the Yi family: "You are treasonous and should be killed."
Yi Zhi'an was so frightened that he fell to the ground and crawled back.
On the other hand, the boss Yi Zhiping stood there with sinister eyes, as if he was a dead pig that is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. He said viciously: "Master Jinmian, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. I've given you enough shame before."
, it’s too late to stop now, otherwise, even if I risk my life, I will let you leave the gate of Yi Mansion sideways."
Yi Zhi'an opened his mouth wide. He looked at his elder brother's back in disbelief. Are you crazy? He is a master of horizontal training!
"Good guy, I know how it is possible that such a big Yifu has no trump card and it is going to be lively." Shenxiu moved a stool and sat there as if it had nothing to do with him, as if he was watching the fun.
Zhao Fan smiled with great interest: "I wonder what confidence you have, dare to let me be buried here?"
"Hehe...hehe..." Yi Zhiping laughed strangely, then took out a jade bottle from his arms, pulled out the stopper as fast as lightning, and poured out two small red pills.
Then he threw the bottle on the ground, smashed it into pieces, put a red pill into his mouth, held it with his front teeth, and threw the other one backwards, accurately falling into Yi Zhian's mouth and sliding directly into his throat.
"Brother, what did you give me to eat?" Yi Zhi'an subconsciously raised his hand to block his throat and coughed twice, but it was too late. But suddenly, a huge power rose up in him, which surged to the point of surpassing
The level of the innate realm!
Especially the blood vessels, which are bulging out one by one, seem to contain surging power!
Yi Zhiping bit the red pill. He did not answer his second brother. He looked straight at the eyes in the golden mask and said with no fear on his face: "This is the realm-breaking pill, and it is the great alchemist of Huashan, Wang Lang."
After refining it, innate warriors can have the late-stage strength of a grandmaster within half an hour."
"Wang Lang? I've heard of this guy. The elixirs are sold at a very high price, and he specializes in killing the culprits." Shenxiu commented, and then asked like a curious baby: "What about half an hour later?"
Yi Zhiping's eyes twitched unnaturally when he heard this, "Do you want to talk too much?! I wonder if your punch can kill the master in the middle stage of Grandmaster. What will happen when facing two Grandmasters in the later stage? When he dies, it will be your turn.
Go to the west."
"I'm addicted to drugs, I surrender..." Shenxiu raised his hands and said tremblingly: "I forgot to tell you, he killed the middle-class master with one punch. That was ten years ago. Last month he killed a
Half-step Martial Master was beaten to a disability."