Chapter 764 Dingjun Mountain

"Ye Fan!!!"

At the door, Ye Fan was bored waiting, but as soon as Ye Hong appeared, he became very excited. He grabbed Ye Fan and reached out to touch Ye Fan's cheek.

This sudden enthusiasm made Ye Fan a little uncomfortable, but after all, she was a cousin who was close to his family, so Ye Fan still resisted the urge to push the other person away.

"As before, it's so beautiful." Ye Hong couldn't hide her excitement, "I've been thinking about you for a long time, and you're finally here."

"Huh?" As soon as these words came out, Ye Fan felt something was wrong. He moved his eyes and saw Chen Zhen walking out of the door.

"Ye, hello King Ye." Chen Zhen looked even more panicked when he learned that the young man in front of him was the famous King Ye.

"Yeah." Unfazed by this person, Ye Fan just nodded lightly, and then said to Ye Hong: "Cousin, let's go into the house to talk."

"Okay, okay." Ye Hong responded, walking in front with Ye Fan, passing by Chen Zhen.

Chen Zhen didn't dare to speak. He just lowered his head and watched the two people enter the house. Then he remembered something and hurriedly walked to the side room with the clothes in his hand.

"Ye Fan, you sit down first."

After entering the house, Ye Hong asked Ye Fan to sit down and walked into the inner room without stopping.

"Is it a secret?" Ye Fan was surprised, but soon, Ye Hong walked out and saw a bunch of old photos.

"Look, this is a photo of you when you were a child." Holding the photo, Ye Hong sat next to Ye Fan and began to talk about things from her childhood.

It can be seen that she really misses Mark. She remembers everything about her childhood clearly, and it takes no effort to talk about it.

Ye Fan did not interrupt. He also felt the longing from his cousin, and just listened quietly, nodding occasionally.

"Cousin, I heard someone say that you have some secrets from our family back then." It wasn't until the last photo that Ye Fan revealed the purpose of his trip, "Can you tell me?"

"Who told you?" Ye Hong suddenly became nervous, as if he had turned into a tiger protecting its cubs.

"King of the North, do you know my cousin?" Ye Fan said.

"King of the North." Hearing this name, Ye Hong relaxed again, "If it's him, it's fine."

"Then there is indeed a secret."

"Yes, I have kept this secret for more than ten years." Ye Hong replied, exhaling a long breath at this time.

"I've been waiting for you to come to me and tell you this secret in person."

"This way..." Ye Fan was slightly silent, but he felt something was wrong in his heart.

"After such a long time, my cousin could contact me through other means, tell the clan members, or tell my parents."

"No, telling others will risk leaking it." Ye Hong said seriously: "This secret must not be leaked."

"It only works if you come in person."

"What is the secret?" Seeing Ye Hong's emphasis, Ye Fan was also surprised.

"It belongs to your grandfather." Ye Hong replied, but when he said this, his eyes turned red: "Ye Zhantian, belongs to King Zhantian."

"My grandpa?" This familiar name suddenly made Ye Fan look serious.

The human race was once the most heaven-defying monster, and also the most helpless regret.

"I'll take you there." Ye Hong stood up, walked out of the room, and closed the door.

"You come with me."

With that said, she walked into another room.

Ye Fan followed in and saw Ye Hong's bedroom.

"This is it." Looking at the photos on the table, Ye Fan recognized the "protagonist" among them, "The person just now belongs to my cousin..."

"He's not important." Chen Hong waved her hand, walked towards the bedroom wall, fumbled around for a while, and then heard a snap.

There was a low rumble from the wall, and the next moment, a secret door appeared.

"After more than ten years, I can finally open this door again."

Chen Hong walked up and pressed the seal on the door with her palm. The next moment, the door opened and a secret passage appeared.

Ye Fan followed Chen Hong into the secret passage. At this time, his curiosity had reached its peak.

Judging from Ye Hong's intentions, the secret hidden here is extremely shocking.

"Cousin, can you tell me what it is?" The secret passage was very long, and Ye Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Don't say it." Ye Hong couldn't hide the smile on her face, and said with a smile: "Anyway, you will be very happy."

Snap, snap.

The sound of footsteps was in the secret passage. After walking for an unknown amount of time, Ye Hong finally stopped.

"Are you here?" Ye Fan hurriedly looked, but what he saw at a glance was another gate.

Ye Hong also stopped and groped on the ground for a while. Soon, she pressed the switch again and the door slowly opened.

"It's inside." Ye Hong didn't move forward, just stood there.

"You go in and take a look."

"Okay." Seeing Ye Hong's look, Ye Fan paused slightly, and then walked into the door.

The inside of the gate looks like a warehouse, completely dark.

The musty smell permeated the air, making people feel a little stuffy.

Ye Fan's night vision ability is amazing. He stood here, scanning the entire warehouse and found some messy debris.

"What are these..." Ye Fan frowned, turned his head, and was about to scan in another direction, but the next moment, in the corner of his eyes, a shadow appeared in the corner of the room.

In such an environment, even Ye Fan couldn't help but become nervous. He turned to the shadow with a sharp shout, only to find that it was just a floating spirit body.

The appearance of the spirit has become extremely blurred. It seems that it has existed for too long. This form of existence is similar to the tomb of the ancestors of the Luo family. However, without special arrangements and incense offerings, the spirit will decay quickly.

"Who are you?" Thinking of Ye Hong's words before, Ye Fan's heart was in his throat at this moment.

The word "grandfather" was about to come out, but the next moment, the voice of the spirit broke Ye Fan's thoughts.

"I am the commander of the 18th Regiment of the Zhantian Army. My name is Longxi."

"A member of the Zhantian Army?" This made Ye Fan frown.

The secret that the cousin has kept for more than ten years is the spirit left by my grandfather's old subordinates.

"Are you the son of the commander?" But the spirit was excited when he saw Ye Fan. The already blurred spirit trembled and seemed to be about to collapse.

"I am his grandson." Ye Fan stated his identity. Although he was puzzled, he still asked, "Senior Longxi, why are you here?"

"I'm waiting for you!" Longxi's spirit was still trembling: "The commander is not dead!!!"

"Not dead?" Ye Fan was shocked: "Where is he!"

"Here, there..." This question made the spirit embarrassed. He tried hard to think, and the spirit was dimming rapidly at this moment.

"This is not what you want to tell me." Ye Fan saw the problem.

This kind of spirit has a price to exist. Except for some important memories, the rest will gradually be forgotten.

"What do you want to tell me?"

"I want to tell..." The spirit was still dimming rapidly, as if he would disappear immediately as long as he thought.

"The commander left a legacy... and clues..."

"Dingjun Mountain..."

"Dingjun Mountain..."

The spirit said, but the intermittent words were quickly exhausting his last spiritual power. He quickly dispersed, and his mouth was also repeating three words.

"Dingjun Mountain."