"Stop!" Yan Zangshan then reacted and shouted in horror, looking at him in disbelief, "This... why can you hold this sword?"

This sword was passed down from the ancestors of the Yan family. It has been cultivated by countless generations and killed countless demons and monsters. The sharpness on the sword is a deadly weapon for ghosts. Even if a person who knows martial arts at all, he can easily kill monsters and monsters with it, and thus has become the ancestral magic weapon of the Yan family!

However, right in front of him, a ghost was playing with the sword, looking relaxed and relaxed!

How could he accept this?!

It's really a ghost!

"Why?" Du Bai thought for a while and said jokingly, "Because I am full of righteousness, this sword cannot hurt me!"

This is indeed the truth, but few people present would believe it. A ghost has righteousness in his body? Isn’t it like a person’s stomach that is poisonous arsenic, and he will die on the spot after taking two steps. How could he still talk and laugh here?

"You..." Yan Zangshan certainly wouldn't believe it either. However, the situation is now pressing, and he could not let the other party take away the Yan family's sword. He could only sigh with a grievance, "This is the sword passed down from my Yan family. Please give me mercy... seniors!"

Du Bai glanced at him and thought this guy was quite conscious of the times. When he saw that the situation was not good, he quickly bowed his head and admitted defeat. This guy may not have much success in the future, but he will definitely be able to do well.

But he really doesn't want to return this sword. It's rare to see a pleasing weapon, so it's better to force it to snatch it! Sometimes people still have to have some selfishness...

He thought so.

However, at this moment, the old woman beside her looked at the sword, with some memories in her eyes, and suddenly asked Yan Zangshan: "What's your name?"

Yan Zangshan was stunned and looked at the old woman with a little confusion. After experiencing the farce of being taken away just now, he did not dare to be arrogant now. A hero does not suffer any loss in front of him. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. Those who go to fight with one stubbornness are purely reckless men, and he is not. So at this time he did not dare to be arrogant in front of him, but he replied with a little depressed answer: "Our name is Yan Zangshan, and he is the 79th generation descendant of the Yan family in Huainan!"

He still hopes that the Yan family's reputation can make the other party a little restrained. After all, the Yan family in Huainan has been killing demons for generations and has a very famous reputation. With this name alone, many demons and monsters dare not act rashly against him.

Moreover, he is the only seed of the Yan family in this generation. If he dies, the Yan family will be the last one! You have to be a little more cowardly.

"Yan Zangshan..." the old woman repeated it and suddenly looked up and asked, with a little anxious tone, "Who is Yan Chixia?"

"Um?!"

Du Bai in the air almost fell from the air when he heard this familiar name!

His eyes were full of strange eyes and he looked at the two people confronting him down, but he had not yet come back to his senses.

Why did this suddenly involve Yan Chixia? Wait, is it true that Yan Chixia really happened? Speaking of Yan Zangshan, the surname Yan is Yan, and Yan is not a big surname...

He also followed the old woman's gaze and looked at Yan Zangshan, who was a little confused, waiting for his answer.

"Yan Chixia..." Yan Zangshan murmured, "He is our grandfather..."

"Grandfather?" Du Bai was a little surprised, and felt that it was somewhat reasonable.

"Is this guy Yan Chixia's grandson?" He looked at the coward in front of him carefully again, and suddenly felt a little disappointed.

The grandson of the famous Yan Chixia is actually such a guy, and she has no backbone at all.

But then again, Yan Chixia is his grandfather, which means that it has been a long time since the plot of the Chinese Ghost Story. Nie Xiaoqian has probably been rescued by Ning Caichen and went in pairs. The old monster tree demon grandmother of the Black Mountain has been beaten to ashes, and he can't see it at all.

"It's really a pity..." Du Bai sighed lightly.

But then he felt something was wrong again.

If the tree demon grandma who enslaved Nie Xiaoqian was dead, then who is the old woman who is attached to the ancient tree now? Is the successor of the tree demon grandma? Wow, can this kind of thing be passed down?

His eyes turned strangely to the old woman.

Who is this guy? He is becoming more and more curious.

"So that's it." She nodded slowly, and a nostalgic smile appeared on her wrinkled face. "I haven't seen each other for many years. I didn't expect that the hero Yan, who had scared countless demons and ghosts, had already married and had children, and had grand nephews... I don't know where he is now? He had great kindness in his old age, and had not had time to thank him..."

"Are my grandfather's old acquaintance?" Yan Zangshan muttered in his heart, and did not dare to be negligent on his face. He just shook his head slightly and said, "Grandfather died twenty years ago at the age of 193. His grandfather once said that he had killed countless demons and helped countless people in his life. These kindnesses disappeared after his death, so there is no need to worry about them anymore..."

One Hundred and Ninety-Three? Du Bai was quite surprised. Yan Chixia was indeed a strange person.

"He has passed away..." The old woman was slightly stunned, then smiled bitterly, and gently stretched out her hand to touch the tree trunk. "Yes, even a strange person like him can't stand the passage of time. Only those who are greedy and afraid of death like the old man will survive and live to this day..."

As she turned her words, she looked at Du Bai, her eyes fell on the sword, and asked, "Sir, Brother Yan had great kindness back then, and I can't watch coldly even if his descendants are in trouble. Please return the sword, and I will give it to you with compensation!"

Du Bai stared at her for a moment, then slowly let go of his hand holding the hilt of the sword.

Immediately, the sword fell back into Yan Zangshan's hand. The guy lost it and felt relieved.

After all, this is a treasure that has been passed down from more than ten generations. If it is lost in his hands, he may have no face to see the ancestors underground again.

"Who are you...?" Du Bai did not care about this guy, but continued to stare at the old woman. A nearly absurd guess gradually came to his heart, but he was a little unbelievable.

"Old body?" The old woman seemed to have not expected him to ask about this, and was slightly stunned, "Why did sir ask about this?"

"Your name..." Du Bai let out a light breath, his eyes complicated, "Nie Xiaoqian?"

The old woman's body trembled slightly, and the faint golden light on her body seemed to be a little brighter.
Chapter completed!