"Captain Yang, wait."

Wang Chaling suddenly called out to him, and then took out an old pocket watch from his arms. After opening it, the hands on it were still ticking.

"The time on this pocket watch is consistent with the time in the ancient house. There are many things I can't do. After all, I'm a waste, but you can do it, Captain Yang, so when you get to that ancient house, please pay attention to the time on the pocket watch. Maybe

This can help a little bit."

Yang Jian looked at him without saying a word.

"Captain Yang thinks I will harm you?"

Wang Chaling said: "Actually, our goals are the same. You want to kill those ghost masters, and I also want to take back the ancestral home, find my father, and make up for some regrets."

"I trust you once, but only once, so don't betray my trust in you, otherwise the next time we meet will be a life-and-death fight."

Yang Jian said very directly, he took away the pocket watch, then turned around and looked at everyone.

Shrouded in red light.

Everyone disappeared in an instant.

The cold atmosphere lingering here also dissipated, and the surrounding lights flickered a few times and all returned to light.

"Are you leaving?"

Wang Chaling sighed and took out an old photo and looked at it.

It was a black and white family portrait. On the family portrait there was a slightly hunched old man and an old woman, who were his grandfather and grandmother, and a woman in her thirties, who was his mother, but the position next to his mother was

There is an empty piece.

That was originally his father's position.

But his father got lost and was left in that ancient house.

The remaining corner is that of Wang Chaling.

It's just that Wang Chaling in the photo is not in black and white but in color.

But the photos are slowly fading over time.

In addition, the background of the photo is an ancient house from the Republic of China period.

"Mom, do you think that Yang Jian will succeed?" Wang Chaling murmured to himself.

The thirty-year-old woman in the photo turned her head slightly in a half circle at this moment, looking at him strangely, as if she heard him talking.

"Mom, help me go and have a look. If you see your father, please bring him back. Don't let him conflict with Yang Jian. That Yang Jian has coffin nails in his hands and will kill his father." Wang Chaling added.

whispered.

The woman in the photo turned around numbly at this moment, her figure gradually moving away, as if she had walked into the oppressive and dim ancient house of the Republic of China in the background of the photo.

A strange photo of a family of three generations and five people, and now there is another empty spot.
Chapter completed!