After midnight

A stream of blood flowed from the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth. He groaned and used the last second of his life to look at An Yan's face, a face that was so similar to An Ran and An Ge.

An Ge, you are right. I cannot defeat An Yan, nor can I defeat your son.

An Ran, An Ran. Zhang Yang called out An Ran's name. Finally, as he wished, he died in An Yan's hands.

In the summer of 2003, roses were in full bloom, filling the garden with fragrance. In such a summer, a full ten years after he first met An Ge, Zhang Yangguang walked openly into the place where he had killed An Ran.

It also doesn't take much effort to kill An Ge, because in some ways he is no different from An Ran. An Ge's ability is fog, and he is a close relative to An Ran. But the "Son of God" plan failed on him. So, like An Ran, he is also a waste, a clown controlled by Song Hongtian.

When he broke into the front door, the woman was cooking. The aroma of food wafting from the kitchen was the simplest and most unique smell in the world. Zhang Yang took a sniff and felt it was a pity because no one could enjoy this meal.

Realizing that there was an uninvited guest behind her, Mu Yi calmly turned off the fire and turned around. She looked at the person warily.

Zhang Yang knew she didn't know him from her strange look. Haha, the protected little woman wasn't that stupid.

"Zhang Yang." As the two were confronting each other silently, Ange walked down from upstairs.

The woman's eyes changed instantly. Yes, she didn't know him, but she should have heard of his name.

Ange walked down to separate the two people from each other's sight. He protected Mu Yi behind him and faced Zhang Yang.

No longer paying attention to insignificant people, Zhang Yang pointed the gun at An Ge. "An Ge, I'm here to take your child away."

"Dream on." Ange said.

Ange's resolute and stubborn expression reappeared. Zhang Yang pointed impatiently at the intermittent blue light flashing on his hand and said, "Even so, are you going to resist?"

"There is not a single parent in this world who would not fight to protect their children."

An Ge is An Ge. Unlike An Ran, he dares not touch or mention the wound that Zhang Yang has never revealed.

"Angel, it would be nice if you didn't exist in this world."

"Without me, An Ran is still An Ran. He is still sincere and beautiful. He is different from you."

"What's the difference?"

"Zhang Yang, ask yourself, what have you done for An Ran? I said before, if you want something, you have to pay for it, but you have done nothing. You have been indulging in your own pain, feeling that the whole world has let you down, so you are stuck in the mud and can't extricate yourself. Zhang Yang, your pain is indeed something that most people will never be able to understand in their lifetime, but I always believe that no matter what happens in a person's life, they must stick to themselves. But Zhang Yang, you didn't. You are blaming and asking for it hypocritically. Zhang Yang, your pain is not caused by An Ran, on the contrary, he has been bearing your misfortune. Since you have already left, why do you choose to come back? Because you have been in a state of panic after killing An Ran! Zhang Yang, you are totally wrong!"

"I'm not! I didn't!"

"An Ran is more sober and braver than you. This is the biggest difference between you two. You will never be the same!"

"Shut up! It's because of you, it's all because of you!" Zhang Yang rushed forward. Ange, if An Ran didn't have a brother like you, if he was polluted like me, if it wasn't you that I met the first time, how great it would be!

Zhang Yang's eyes were filled with blood. When he came to his senses, An Ge and Mu Yi and his wife had both fallen in a pool of blood, and An Yan was standing at the stairs looking at him. An Yan's big innocent eyes looked at him, exposing Zhang Yang's crime. Zhang Yang unconsciously took a step back and quickly rushed over to hug him.

The child's clear and loud cry made Ange move his body with difficulty and look up. He wanted to take another look at An Yan.

Anyan, don't be afraid, father is here.

Zhang Yang didn't understand how An Ge could be so gentle while enduring so much pain and still look at the child in his arms. So he unconsciously squatted down and said maliciously: "An Ge, I will take your child away."

Ange ignored him, he leaned over and gently kissed An Yan on the cheek. Feeling this kiss, An Yan miraculously stopped crying.

"Zhang Yang, you can't destroy him. Because he is my child. Because An Ran and I will be with him." An Ge looked at Zhang Yang deeply, and the emotions in her dark eyes seemed to be a black hole that wanted to suck Zhang Yang in. Zhang Yang heard him say in a trance: "Zhang Yang, I am waiting to see your ending, because I know that it will be irreparable."

Zhang Yang stood up and walked to the door and turned his head. He saw Ange used up the last bit of his strength to hold the woman in his arms. He clenched his hands and turned back. He turned on the fire in the kitchen and lit it.

The dazzling flames buried everything, and now, Zhang Yang seemed to see the fire again.

He closed his eyes heavily, ending his lonely, wrong and chaotic life.

An Yan panted and picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, then closed his eyes and looked up. He didn't actually spend much energy to deal with Zhang Yang, but he was really exhausted physically and mentally. The grudges of the previous generation ended in blood, but next, he would have to witness more blood.

Putting the dagger in his arms, An Yan left in a hurry. He was the person who could not slack off on this battlefield.

Lightning and ice spikes, no matter which one, the attack power is too strong. Su Ziling escaped from the attack range while gradually moving away from An Yan. After the earthquake, the scenery in front of him was completely changed. This movement was too loud and would definitely cause trouble. Sure enough, not long after, a sword pierced into the hard soil on the ground.

It was Song Nan. Su Ziling stopped wandering in the deep jungle, opened his arms, and showed his ability.

Seeing this, Song Nan started to attack Su Ziling without saying a word.

Su Ziling had never seen Song Nan's sword. But he knew how Wu Si died tragically, so he narrowed his eyes. The sword flew over very fast, and Su Ziling dodged it. At the same time, bright flames wrapped around Su Ziling's body. Seeing the right moment, Su Ziling attacked decisively.

The moment the flames struck the blade, they gripped it tightly.

The sword was burned red, and then it broke with a snap.

Tsk, Song Nan was not willing to be outdone. He moved his fingers, and dozens of swords appeared out of thin air.

Su Ziling was not afraid of this show, because here, Su Ziling would not have the slightest scruple. He wanted to burn the entire mountain and burn this sinful place to the ground.

The fire spread rapidly, surrounding Song Nan in an instant.

Every tree on the mountain, regardless of height or species, was on fire. The blazing fire instantly formed a sea of ​​fire, trapping Song Nan in it. No matter which direction Song Nan looked, he could only see a bright red area, and Su Ziling's figure was hidden in the sea of ​​fire, nowhere to be seen.

The sword was still in the air, ready to go. Song Nan looked around meticulously. Even in the center of the flames, he remained calm. Nonsense, the more serious the situation, the less likely he should panic, otherwise all his years of work would be in vain.

A few seconds later, a figure gradually became clear. He was walking towards him from afar. Was it Su Ziling? What tricks was he playing? The sword quickly turned around, making a low buzzing sound in the air.

The person who came was An Yan, the 'Son of God' An Yan.

Based on his instinct, Song Nan attacked before he could see who was coming. The sword rushed towards An Yan.

An Yan raised his hand, a blue wave of light flashed, and dozens of ferocious swords disappeared in an instant.

Song Nan stood there in a daze.

"An Yan?" Su Ziling shouted as the flame that had just been burning brightly went out in an instant.

"It's me." An Yan responded calmly.

Song Nan stared with wide eyes, he saw Su Ziling approaching from afar, his figure following closely behind the Son of God. He saw the trees burned by the raging fire, all scarred and devastated, he even saw the black smoke rising from them after they were charred, swirling under his nostrils.

Song Nan heard, saw, and smelled it, but he was still in a daze until Su Ziling nervously stood beside An Yan, and then he came to his senses and focused his eyes. He glanced at the two people standing side by side, turned around and left quickly.

"Is it solved?" Su Ziling asked him.

"Yeah." An Yan answered him.

"Then let's go."

"Okay." An Yan and Su Ziling walked forward side by side.

Behind them, the sky was still gloomy, and the rich black turned into gray.

At midnight, Song Xinjun and Zhou Chen arrived at the bottom of the valley of the West Mountain. This area was particularly cold compared to other places. When the chilly valley wind blew, all that swayed above their heads were dry and bare branches.

Song Xinjun carefully searched by comparing the map, and finally stopped in front of a protruding rock. This should be it. Song Xinjun put his whole palm on it, and the swamp that gushed out in an instant slowly covered the rock and finally dissolved into the whirlpool.

The rock melted away, and a faint light shone through the darkness, which was a lighter black. Song Xinjun felt inside tentatively, and then went in without hesitation.

Zhou Chen followed closely behind. The passage was long and narrow, and his two arms could not be fully opened. Song Xinjun and Zhou Chen groped their way forward along the rock wall. The further they walked, the darker it became. The thick darkness pressed down around them and completely submerged them.

Zhou Chen fell behind Song Xinjun. He walked forward slowly and accidentally bumped into Song Xinjun's back.

It seems that Song Xinjun has been standing here for a while.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"We're here." said Song Xinjun.

Song Xinjun tried to use his ability after he finished speaking. The huge rock cracked open, light gradually shone through the cracks, and then the entire rock was swallowed up.

After the scene in front of him was completely bright, Song Xinjun couldn't help but tremble as he stepped into the white light. He hurriedly looked around carefully, only to find that this room was just a storage room, with cabbages and rice piled up under the uneven corners.

"Let's go." Zhou Chen walked past him and went straight forward.

Not far ahead was a locked door, the lock was very old, and the heavy lock was inserted in the middle of the iron chain, which was tightly tied to the door.

Song Xinjun was thinking about how to open the lock without leaving any trace when he saw Zhou Chen put his hand on it.

"I'll do it." Zhou Chen said.

Then, the tender green branches wrapped around the iron chain.