Chapter 361 Blacksmith Shop
"What front line?" Ye Lincheng was a little confused when he heard this. Google search reading
"Don't you know..." Ye Fan waved his hand, but frowned, "Dad, what do you think grandma looks like?"
"She looks just like an ordinary grandma on the street." Ye Lincheng replied.
Hearing this, Ye Fan seemed to be thinking about something. He paused for a while before speaking again: "Does grandma have any relatives besides us when she was alive?"
"Your grandma is from another province, and her relatives are not around." Ye Lincheng answered, and then seemed to think for a while, "But your grandma had a good friend who came with her at that time, and she also settled down in Pingcheng. She should be almost 70 or 80 years old now."
"Friend? What is the name of grandma's friend, and where does she live in Pingcheng?"
"I can't remember the name. She lives near the blacksmith shop on East Street. I went there several times before, but your grandma passed away and we haven't been in touch for a few years." Ye Lincheng answered, and he obviously felt that something was wrong with Ye Fan, and asked with some doubt: "Why did you think of asking your grandma?"
"No, I suddenly thought of it, so I asked a few questions." Ye Fan answered, waved his hand, and turned his head as if he didn't care, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Obviously, the grandma described by Ye Lincheng is not the same person as the grandma he heard. This made Ye Fan doubt the identity of his grandma again.
Did grandpa really marry that alien race, or was it just some words to confuse the outside world, and there seemed to be some secrets in it.
I have to go to Pingcheng.
Thinking of something, Ye Fan secretly had an idea, but he smiled and talked to Ye Lincheng about other places. It didn't take long for Lin Qingxia to prepare a table of food, and the family had a happy afternoon meal.
As night fell, Ye Lincheng, who had a few drinks, fell asleep early. Lin Qingxia also had the habit of going to bed early. At about nine o'clock, Ye Fan opened the door and tiptoed to the courtyard.
In the courtyard, Xiaobai was dozing off at the moment. Seeing Ye Fan coming out, he was about to pounce on him. Ye Fan quickly reached out and pressed Xiaobai's mouth up and down.
"Shh."
Xiaobai was a dog that understood human nature. Seeing Ye Fan's reaction, he soon calmed down. After Ye Fan released his mouth, he returned to his nest obediently.
Ye Fan heaved a sigh of relief, and then, with a big wave of his hand, Lao Chi appeared in the courtyard.
What are you doing again?
Being summoned again, Lao Chi looked dissatisfied, and it was obvious that he was a little upset about the delicious food in the afternoon.
"Let's go somewhere." Ye Fan said, pulling Lao Chi's wings.
Lao Chi disagreed, and stubbornly held his paws in front of his chest, not bending down, and looked at Ye Fan with slanted eyes.
Some people, who don't need me anymore, say that I look ugly, and now they need me, this attitude.
"Why are you still stingy?" Ye Fan was a little amused, "Okay, okay, you are not ugly, you are very handsome, okay."
That's about right.
Lao Chi responded, hummed twice, and then reluctantly bent down, and waited until Ye Fan sat firmly, it just flapped its wings, and then took off.
With the blessing of wind and fire elements, it was extremely fast. From a distance, it looked like a fiery red meteorite streaking across the sky, and disappeared in the sky above Yuncheng in a blink of an eye.
At night, not many people noticed the meteorite flashing across the night sky, but on a street somewhere, a bearded man looked up and then spread his hands. In his hands, a beast-controlling insect that looked like a small centipede hissed in the direction where Ye Fan left.
"Found you."
Looking at the beast-controlling insect's reaction, the man seemed to have gotten some answer. He looked at Ye Fan in the air, and there was a hint of sharpness in his eyes, and then a cold smile.
"Boy, you are quite good at hiding."
Rumble.
In the early morning, Lao Chi, who had been flying at high speed for several hours, landed with Ye Fan in an inconspicuous corner of Pingcheng.
Returning to the old place, Ye Fan seemed very low-key. As soon as he landed, he put away the beast-controlling insect, knocked out a few passers-by who were strolling at night and saw him land, and then set out on the road to the blacksmith shop.
Pingcheng was where he had lived for many years, so he was very familiar with it. It didn't take long for him to come to East Street and stand in front of the blacksmith shop.
This street obviously had very few people, and the buildings were extremely old. At night, this oldness was even more desolate.
Standing in front of the blacksmith shop, Ye Fan looked around the blacksmith shop. When he noticed that it was covered with dust, he frowned slightly and walked towards the door.
The door was locked. Ye Fan did not hesitate, and the enchantment was turned on. He stretched out his hand, and the high temperature flame of the Flame-Eating Hellhound slowly melted the iron lock.
Creak.
He stretched out his hand and pushed, and the door opened. Then, there was a musty and dusty smell, faintly mixed with some rusty smell. There was a window on the other side of the room, but it was broken and tattered. The full light cast down could only dispel the limited gloom, allowing Ye Fan to vaguely see all kinds of iron kitchen knives, pots and pans embroidered on the ground.
"Has it been a long time since you left?"
After getting the answer, Ye Fan did not leave immediately. Instead, he stopped in front of the door and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Since you are here, why don't you come out to meet me?"
When the voice sounded, Ye Fan's eyes locked onto the corner of the room. There was no light there, but he could vaguely see a piece of black that didn't blend in with the darkness of the room.
When Ye Fan's figure was heard, the black in the corner seemed to move, and then a half-asleep voice sounded, "Who are you and why do I want to see you?"
"Junior Ye Fan, the grandson of the former Zhan Tianwang, heard the secret of the elder, and came to verify it." Ye Fan responded, but he politely arched his hands.
"His grandson?"
Hearing Ye Fan's self-narration, the voice in the corner fluctuated a little, and then he opened his eyes, and the room immediately seemed to be full of sharpness.
"That bastard, he once said he would come back, Jinglan and I waited for him for 25 years!"
The voice sounded, and the sharpness seemed to be angry. It was just a string, and Ye Fan subconsciously turned his head. The next moment, a blood mark appeared on his face.
"What a sharp sword energy." Feeling a sense of déjà vu, Ye Fan spoke with a hint of surprise.
"That's the sword intent."
The vicissitudes of life responded, and then he rejected Ye Fan, "I don't want to see you, go away."
As soon as the voice fell, the sharp sword intent in the room dissipated, and an invisible thrust came, just blocking Ye Fan outside the door.
"Junior has no intention of disturbing you." Ye Fan said. At this moment, he obviously knew that the people in the room were extraordinary. He said politely, "It's just that I have doubts about my life experience. My father at home doesn't know anything, so I want to verify it."
"Do you have doubts about your life experience? What's there to doubt about." A cold snort sounded in the room, "Aren't you the descendant of that demon girl?"
"Demon girl?" This title aroused some dissatisfaction in Ye Fan. He frowned, and then bowed his hands, "Although I don't know the origin of my ancestors, it is too disrespectful for the senior to call me like this."
"Do I respect that demon girl? What do you have to teach me?" The voice responded again, but with some anger, "If it wasn't for her, how could you, the root of trouble, be here later? How could Ye Zhantian die? How could Jinglan die?"
"I?" These few short sentences obviously contained a lot of information. Ye Fan was stunned and seemed to understand something. "Jinglan, is she the grandma who raised me?"
"You are not qualified to call her grandma." The voice sounded again, but this time, there was no answer. A huge force came and pushed Ye Fan back. The next moment, the door was closed.
"I want to sleep with Jinglan here. If you come to disturb me again, I will kill you."
"Get out!"