Chapter 361 Blacksmith Shop

"What front line?" After saying this, Ye Lincheng was a little confused. Google search reading

"Don't you know..." Ye Fan waved his hand, but frowned, "Dad, what does your impression of grandma look like?"

"She just looks ordinary, just like those grandmas on the street." Ye Lincheng replied.

Listening to these words, Ye Fan was thoughtful and paused for a while before speaking again: "Then did grandma have any relatives besides us during her lifetime?"

"Your grandma is from another province, and her relatives are not around." Ye Lincheng replied, and then seemed to think for a while, "But your grandma had a friend who came with her at that time and settled in Pingcheng. She should be in her late seventies or eighties now."

"Friend? What's the name of grandma's friend? Where does he live in Pingcheng?"

"I can't remember the name. I live at the blacksmith shop on East Street. I've been there a few times before, but after your grandma passed away, I haven't contacted you for a few years." Ye Lincheng answered, clearly feeling that Ye Fan was Something was wrong, and he said with some confusion: "Why did you remember to ask your grandma?"

"No, I suddenly thought of it, so I just asked a few questions." Ye Fan replied, 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 Ye Lincheng described was not the same person as the grandma he heard. This made Ye Fan once again doubt his grandmother's identity.

Did grandpa really marry that alien race back then, or was it just some rhetoric to confuse the outside world? There seemed to be some secrets in it.

I have to go to Pingcheng.

Thinking of something, Ye Fan secretly had an idea, but a smile appeared on his face, and he talked to Ye Lincheng about other places. Within a short time, Brigitte Lin had prepared a table of meals, and the family was happy. Had a great lunch.

As night fell, Ye Lincheng went to bed early after having two drinks. Brigitte Lin also had the habit of going to bed early. About nine o'clock, Ye Fan opened the door and tiptoed into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Xiaobai was dozing off. When he saw Ye Fan coming out, he was about to pounce on him. Ye Fan quickly reached out and held Xiaobai's mouth up and down.

"Shhh."

Xiaobai is a relatively humane dog. Seeing Ye Fan's reaction, he quickly calmed down. After Ye Fan released his mouth, he obediently returned to his den.

Ye Fan was relieved, and then, with a wave of his hand, Lao Chi appeared in the courtyard.

What are you doing again?

Being summoned again, Lao Chi looked dissatisfied. Apparently, he was a little worried about the delicious food in the afternoon.

"Go somewhere." Ye Fan said and pulled Lao Chi's wings.

Lao Chi disagreed, and stubbornly held his paws in front of his chest without bending down, looking at Mark with squinting eyes.

Some people no longer have any use for me and say I am ugly, but now that they have no use for me, this is the attitude.

"Why are you so stingy?" Ye Fan was a little dumbfounded, "Okay, okay, you're not ugly, you're very handsome."

That's pretty much it.

Lao Chi responded, hummed twice, and then reluctantly bent down. When Ye Fan sat firmly, it just flapped its wings, and then took off into the sky.

With the blessing of the elements of wind and fire, it moved extremely fast. From a distance, it looked like a fiery red meteorite streaking across the horizon, and disappeared over Cloud City in the blink of an eye.

It was night, and not many people noticed the flash of meteorites in the night sky, but somewhere on the street, a bearded man raised his head, and then spread his hand. In his hand, there was a small centipede-like beast. The insect neighed in the direction Ye Fan left.

"Got you."

Looking at the reaction of the beast master, the man seemed to have got some answer. He looked at Ye Fan in the air, with a sharp look in his eyes, and then a cold smile.

"Boy, you're pretty good at hiding."

Rumble.

In the early morning, Lao Chi, who had been flying at high speed for several hours, took Ye Fan and landed 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, knocked out a few passers-by who were wandering around at night and saw him landing, and then set foot on the road to the blacksmith shop.

Pingcheng was a place where he had lived for many years and he was very familiar with it. He didn't have much time before he came to East Street and stood in front of the blacksmith shop.

This street obviously has very little traffic, and the buildings are very old. At night, this oldness makes it even more desolate.

Standing in front of the blacksmith shop, Ye Fan looked around the blacksmith shop. When he noticed that there was dust on it, he frowned slightly and walked towards the door.

The door was locked, Ye Fan did not hesitate, turned on the enchantment, stretched out his hand, and the high-temperature flames of the flame-devouring hellhound slowly melted the iron lock.

Crunch.

Reaching out and pushing, the door opened. Then, there was the smell of mold and dust, vaguely mixed with the smell of rust. There was a window on the other side of the room, but it was shabby, casting all the light. It could only dispel the limited gloom, allowing Ye Fan to vaguely see that the ground was covered with various embroidered iron kitchen knives and various pots and pans.

"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.

"Senior, since you are here, why don't you come out to meet me?"

When the voice sounded, Ye Fan's eyes locked on the corner of the room. There was no light there, but he could vaguely see a piece of black that didn't blend well 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 bowed his hands politely.

"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. Just a string, Ye Fan subconsciously turned his head, and 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!"