The funeral in Yan Mansion was relatively simple, because basically no one came to attend. And He Yidao didn't know who to notify, so he didn't invite anyone to attend.
However, even if everyone is invited to attend the funeral, they will definitely be afraid and not come. After all, it is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
No one in the Yan Mansion was spared, and they all died tragically inexplicably. It is normal for everyone to be afraid.
Let’s not talk about the strange death of the Yan family. Let’s just say that there is no one in the Yan family now. What’s the point of attending the funeral?
After several days of funerals, things in Yan Mansion finally came to an end.
The bodies of Yanshan Yan and Wen were buried in the plum forest just as He Yidao had agreed with the man.
He Yidao walked aimlessly on the street.
After wandering around, we came to the gate of Yan Mansion again.
He stopped here for a long time, looking at the deserted Yan Mansion. He did not expect that he felt like he had nowhere to go.
His mood was very low, and he decided to go to Yan's house again to have a look.
The Yan Mansion is not a high-ranking official in Bianjing, but the mansion is not small either. It has gardens, pavilions, springs and rockeries.
He Yidao came to a pavilion. There was a table in the middle of the pavilion. The table was carved from an unknown rock, with flowers and plants outlined on it, and the stone table was decorated. The tabletop was outlined with criss-crossing straight lines.
, exactly forming a chessboard.
He Yidao sat on the stone bench next to the stone table, looking at the crisscrossed chessboard, thinking that this must be the place where Mr. Yan came to play chess in the summer.
He Yidao couldn't help but feel regretful because he had never played chess with Mr. Yan, even though he didn't like playing chess very much.
He looked at the scenery around the pavilion. There was a bush to the east, and there was a larger stone next to the bush. If someone hid behind the stone, he should be able to completely cover his body.
It was late autumn at this time, and the surrounding trees had already fallen all over the ground. The yellow weeds and leaves all showed the desolation of Yan Mansion.
Unexpectedly, just a few days later, the Yan Mansion would be in such a state of decline.
There is a tree next to the pavilion with a few crumbling leaves hanging on the sparse branches. The leaves have turned yellow. Maybe a breeze can bring them to fertile land.
Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the leaf broke away from the branch, floated several times in the air, and flew away into the distance.
At this moment, a tiny silver needle flew from afar, pierced the leaf directly, and flew towards He Yidao in the pavilion.
He Yidao didn't seem to notice and tilted his head slightly, as if he was looking at the scenery next to him.
The silver needle just flew past his ear and shot directly into the grass outside the pavilion. The silver needle was so thin that it made no sound when it fell into the grass.
The leaf blown down by the wind slowly fell to the ground.
It was as if everything was so natural, as if nothing had happened.
Occasionally, a breeze would blow in the air, and a few remaining leaves on the trees were still resisting their fate. There was still only one person sitting in the pavilion, as if nothing had changed.
The sunshine in the sky is not just closed eyes, because most of it is blocked by the clouds in the sky. He Yidao sits quietly in the pavilion, as if waiting for something, or just sitting and resting.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, blowing off several remaining leaves on the tree, and among them, there were dozens of tiny silver needles densely packed together! There was a cold light on the silver needles!
The gust of wind blew stronger and lifted up He Yidao's clothes. However, He Yidao used his palm to lightly brush the clothes blown up by the wind. As the gust of wind gradually disappeared, the clothes blown up by the wind also slowly fell down.
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However, dozens of silver needles mixed in the wind also disappeared.
"Everyone, stop hiding. He has already discovered us." At this time, an old voice came from behind a stone.
Immediately afterwards, an old man slowly walked out from behind the stone.
"Boy, you are quite clever." Although the old man said this, there was no hint of contempt in his eyes.
Suddenly, another person jumped out from the top of the wall. Looking at the direction he came from, you probably knew that he was the one who fired those silver needles. This person was a middle-aged man with small eyes, but you could tell that he was interested in the pavilion.
The young man among them was very cautious.
Because, so far, he is the only person who has fought with He Yidao, and he knows that if the person's ability to avoid the silver needle the first time can be understood as luck, then nothing can explain it the second time.
The only thing that can explain it is that this person is very powerful!
As the two appeared, three more people came out one after another. From the five people present now, looking at their auras, one could tell that all five of them were innate masters.
Sent out five innate masters in one breath! This is not something that ordinary forces can do.
"Huang Lao, can this kid find us here?" One of the men who looked very arrogant said, but he looked arrogant, but his eyes wandered around when he spoke, and he didn't look like a brainless person at all.
Mr. Huang kindly reminded: "Don't be careless, otherwise you won't be able to rely on others if your boat capsizes in the gutter."
The man didn't speak anymore, and the five of them all looked at the still calm young man in the pavilion, with varying degrees of importance in their eyes, and no one showed the slightest contempt.
Wait for everyone to finish speaking.
He Yidao turned his head and looked at these five innate masters. None of them were wearing masks or other coverings. It could be seen that they had no intention of failure at all.
Such people are very annoying, because they don't think about a way out, which means they will move forward inexorably.
And He Yidao never likes to be beaten together, because it makes him very uncomfortable.
If you only have one knife, you will definitely be the one who suffers. If you carry many knives, it will be hard to say who suffers.
But now, He Yidao only has luck.
Mr. Huang first said: "We are here to kill you."
He seemed to be giving a kind reminder, hoping that the still ordinary young man in front of him would pay more attention to them.
"Why?" He Yidao asked.
Huang Lao thought for a while and then said: "Kill you and we will be free."
He Yidao suddenly said: "So you are going to kill me no matter what this time, even if it means death?"
Mr. Huang was silent, but the middle-aged man said: "That's right."
He Yidao said: "But I don't want to die."
He Yidao suddenly felt that this was a good reason to live. It was enough if he didn't want to die.