Mu Xunshuang should have been immersed in sadness, but Chen Yan's words suddenly broke her guard, and then said: "I am not your biological aunt, I am your father's god-sister."
"Ah? Shouldn't it be my god sister?"
"Be serious in front of your parents' souls."
Chen Yan nodded and asked, "How can you confirm that I am their son?"
Chen Yan feels that he should be more cautious.
It would be bad if your biological parents are still alive and you worship the wrong person.
"This armor was given to your father by me."
Mu Xunshuang took out a robe, which was exactly the same one that Chen Yan had given to Zhang Yourong before and that she had wrapped herself in when she was a baby. "This is made of the leather of a rare mutated beast. It is difficult to damage with ordinary swords. It is fireproof and waterproof.
It can be said that this is the only one in the whole world, and every stitch and thread on it was sewn by me myself."
As if remembering the past, Mu Xunshuang's eye circles turned red.
Hold back the sadness.
"Your eyes are like your father's."
"The shape of your mouth is like your mother's."
"Besides, with a simple DNA test, we can determine whether you are their son."
In fact, there is no need for DNA identification at all. With the names of his parents, the tablets that are constantly lit, and a piece of armor that has maintained the relationship since childhood, he can easily use divination to determine whether they are blood relatives.
He made a hexagram silently.
Two minutes later.
When he opened his eyes, he let out a long sigh.
For more than twenty years, I have imagined countless times what kind of people my parents are, and now I finally found them, but with this result.
Chen Yan offered a stick of incense to the two elders.
But I don't know what to say.
Because, nothing is known.
"How did they die?"
It's a good thing that Chen Yan didn't ask, but when he asked, Mu Xunshuang suddenly burst out with murderous intent, as if it were real, Chen Yan was caught off guard and was almost knocked to the ground.
"aunt......"
"Sorry, I lost my temper!"
Mu Xunshuang restrained her breath, looked at Chen Yan, suddenly hugged him, and cried...
This crying lasted for a full twenty minutes, and she couldn't stop it no matter how hard she tried to persuade her. It seemed as if all her tears had been shed for a lifetime, and Chen Yan's clothes were soaked through.
"Okay, now that I'm done crying, I feel much better!"
Mu Xunshuang wiped her tears and nose with Chen Yan's clothes.
There were so many, Chen Yan almost wanted to cry.
Mu Xunshuang said: "I just said, if you never know who your parents are, it may be a kind of happiness, but once you know, it will be a shackles!"
"Why?"
"Wow!"
Mu Xunshuang opened a black curtain.
Behind the curtain is not a window, but a white wall full of names. There are at least two hundred names on it, and there are more than fifty names with blood-red crosses painted on them, and in the middle of the wall
, a black knife was stuck out.
"This is......"
Chen Yan was startled.
Mu Xunshuang looked at the wall, her eyes full of hatred and coldness: "Every name here represents every enemy of yours. They were the ones who killed your parents and the whole family of your Xiao family."
mouth."
What?
Chen Yan was stunned by Mu Xunshuang's words, which made his whole body tremble.
Is this too much?
As a result, Mu Xunshuang said again: "That's not all here. There are still a group of people and the mastermind behind the destruction of your Xiao family. I haven't found them yet."
"This knife is the knife your father used before his death. The name of the knife is Loneliness."
Chen Yan looked at the black knife stuck on the wall and suddenly felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
He stretched out his hand, grasped the black handle of the knife, and pulled it out.
At this moment, the jade pendant he wore around his neck suddenly became hot again.
The next second, a horrifying picture appeared in Chen Yan's mind.