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In an underground cave away from Fire City.

The two of them paid homage to a simple tombstone.

The tombstone is black as a whole. It was made of fine iron parts collected by Ye Zhifan from the water prison. It is engraved with a knife:

The tomb of uncle Ye Wenyuan was built by nephew Zhifan.

After paying homage, Ye Zhifan squatted aside and burned paper money, while Jia Xingming took a pile of high-grade spiritual stones and placed them in front of the tombstone as tribute.

"Uncle, you have suffered a lot in your life. My dear nephew, I know you like this, so feel free to enjoy this pile of high-grade spiritual stones.

Don’t worry about whether I have enough money, I will let your eldest nephew repay this debt..."

The boy was blowing his nose with a handkerchief and crying.

Ye Zhifan was shaking the paper money there with an expressionless face. He glanced at the spirit stone and the boy one by one with his peripheral vision, feeling a little resentful.

Who is the real nephew?

Also, you brought high-grade spiritual stones as a tribute to your uncle. Why do you want me to return them? Aren't you afraid that my uncle will be angry if you are so mercenary?

But when he thought that the two of them were as good as father and mother, Ye Zhifan became autistic.

He is the redundant one!

There are probably fifty spiritual stones in that pile. After converting fifty high-grade spiritual stones, it equals fifty million low-grade spiritual stones.

In addition to that idiot, the original debt was rolled over to 500 high-grade spiritual stones with interest, which is equivalent to 550 million low-grade spiritual stones.

Yes, even if you sell me, you won’t even be able to pay it back.

It doesn’t cost money, it costs a life, you can take it or not if you like it!

Ye Zhifan decided to show off.

Thinking about it this way, even if Jia Xingming wanted to take his uncle's memorial tablet back as a memorial to his biological father, he would have no problem with it.

Half an hour later, the chatter finally stopped, and the ashes of the paper money were almost cold.

The young man's eyes were slightly red, and his tone was extremely serious:

"Why is this happening? What happened?"

Ye Zhifan was extremely upset when he saw such a pair of eyes. He searched all over his body and finally tore off a clean piece of his shirt.

"Clean."

The young man took it and wiped his hands naturally.

"Brother Ye is so considerate. When he saw me playing with the pile of spiritual stones, he got some mud on my hands."

Ye Zhifan: "..."

That's it!

This guy looks like a dog, but is actually a bitch. He can always easily destroy my gentleness. I should have gotten used to it, right?

Ye Zhifan found a dry stone to sit down and talked about the past.

"After you left, my uncle and I followed your plan and continued to hide in disguise and secretly collect information, but trouble always found us, and it still happened after changing several inns.

Then late one night..."

Ye Zhifan's expression became uglier than eating shit. He felt like there was a lump in his throat and couldn't speak any more.

"What happened late at night? It was a dark and windy night with murderous people? Someone was assassinating you?"

Jia Xingming leaned over with his chin propped up and kept asking questions.

The black eyes shone brightly in the light of the torch.

This slightly innocent look made Ye Zhifan give up the idea of ​​holding the culprit responsible for all this.

Brother Jia definitely didn't mean it, and he didn't expect that situation.

Ye Zhifan took a deep breath, tried to calm down and said:

"A few perverts peeked at me taking a shower in the middle of the night, and I killed them all in a rage. Then the incident came to light, and my uncle and I were sent to prison.

There is no daylight in the water prison. We are hung above, and monsters will jump out from the bottom of the water to eat our flesh and blood. "

Just thinking about it makes my bones ache.

Ye Zhifan omitted many bloody scenes and spoke concisely and easily, as if it was just an ordeal not worth mentioning.

"As soon as I woke up, I was here, and there was that emblem between my eyebrows. The emblem! It's not a flower, Jia Xingming, do you understand?!"

"Oh."

"Then repeat it."

"It's a flower, not an emblem."

"It's a emblem, not a flower!"

"It's Hua Ji, not Hui Tian."

Ye Zhifan was so angry that he wanted to get angry, but suddenly he thought of something. He firmly held the young man's shoulders and asked with a solemn expression:

"Brother Jia, tell me the truth, what disease do you have?"

"What do you mean?"

Jia Xingming hasn't reacted yet. Isn't this guy too out of touch?

Ye Zhifan looked directly into his eyes and his voice became choked:

"Otherwise, why is your memory so bad at such a young age? Even your language function is affected? You are so ill, but you still remember to come back to me, Brother Jia, I really..."

He immediately raised his hand and solemnly swore:

"I, Ye Zhifan, will do everything possible to cure Jia Xingming. If I violate this oath, the gods and ghosts will abandon him!"

"Rumble"

"Click——"

Thunder exploded at the right moment.

Jia Xingming looked at Ye Zhifan in shock and was speechless for a moment.

In order for you not to be punished by God, I have to accompany you to complete the plot of treating the disease, and then I can look for a chance to escape?

Brother Ye, how can you make trouble for me?

Add money!

Jia Xingming forcibly pressed down Ye Zhifan's sworn hand, raised the corners of his mouth with a smile, and said with a melancholy expression:

"Brother Ye, my condition seems to have become more serious. I can't eat every day, and I can't get interested in doing anything. I probably won't get better."

"Brother Jia, I don't allow you to say that!"

Ye Zhifan's eyes were scarlet and he held the young man in his arms menacingly.

"I swear that I will find a way to cure you. If I search all over the world and still can't find a cure, the worst I can do is give you half my life in exchange for forbidden magic!

You have helped me a lot since we met. Without you, how could I be where I am today? "

"Oh no, cough cough cough cough..."

"Brother Jia! Brother Jia! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Jia Xingming flew up and kicked the increasingly agitated Ye Zhifan into the dark river, then beat his chest and inhaled sharply.

"What are you doing? If I didn't get sick, you would strangle me to death. Do you have a grudge against me?

My mood is very low now, which has affected my breathing. Oh, I can't get up. It's just the thought that you owe me a thousand high-grade spiritual stones that makes me feel a little better. "

Ye Zhifan flew out of the water urgently, dripping water all over his body, and forcefully grabbed the young man's wrist to check his pulse.

After trying it several times, I got the result that the pulse was stable, and then I realized it later.

"No, when did I owe you a thousand high-grade spiritual stones?"

He loosened his wrist and asked seriously.

The young man clutched his chest, "Oh, my mood suddenly felt so low, oh, I have trouble breathing..."

Ye Zhifan put his two fingers together and felt for his pulse.

Thinking of this guy's nature of loving money as much as life, he said speechlessly:

"Okay, okay, I owe you as much as you want, as long as you are happy."

The Holy Land assistance forward called by Lord Guan has arrived, and there may be more and more powerful enemies coming in the future.

Ye Zhifan massacred several major forces in Lihuo City, so it was naturally impossible for them to be merciful, and since they were in the Holy City, it was even less possible for them to escape unharmed.

The two of them combined their efforts and decided to let "Ye Zhifan" make a high-profile appearance and issue a challenge to the forces in the Holy City one by one, attracting the attention of all the three Holy Lands.

As long as things get big enough, you can take some initiative.

Their chances of entering the Holy Land alive are greater.