As soon as the words fell, the jack that seemed to be condensed in the sky seemed to fall, and even the many people hiding in the dark had a moment of breathing. Yan Jiayin completely regretted her actions of bringing this person to the Yan family at this moment. Compared to revealing her identity, she may have the worries of her life when she is with Lin Xun.

"Head of the family." Uncle Xu said lightly, "Just leave this kind of small matter to me."

Young people are inevitably arrogant, but even if they are talented, it will not work in the Yan family.

The long-haired man raised his hand slightly, and Uncle Xu took a step back, understanding that this was the meaning of not letting him intervene.

"Your mother's favorite chain shouldn't be so willful to give it to others."

Yan Jiayin lowered her head, like a child who did something wrong.

Lin Xun raised his eyebrows and smiled, thinking it was quite interesting. According to this, there was only one chain, but it was not given to Yan Jinglin.

"Since you are here, you must follow the rules here." Yan Jiayin was shocked by the words of the long-haired man. When he came, he made a very bad idea, but he did not expect Lin Xun to be allowed so easily.

The long-haired man looked at Lin Xun: "Under the rules, it is your own business to live."

Lin Xun looked at his face directly.

Beautiful as a demon, like watching landscape paintings that splash ink, relying on the skin alone, a man with long hair can afford the word "Fang Fei".

"Father," Yan Jiayin gently hit Lin Xun with her elbow, signaling his eyes not to be too reckless, and said, "Mother..."

"She is resting and it's not convenient to be disturbed."

A trace of loss flashed in Yan Jiayin's eyes.

"Uncle Xu, take the second young master to treat the injury."

Uncle Xu walked to Yan Jiayin and said, "This injury cannot be delayed, so you should follow me to see the doctor first."

Lin Xun followed Yan Jiayin to the Yan family. At this moment, Yan Jiayin left, and he followed him. When he passed by the long-haired man, the latter's black hair fluttered in the wind and swept across his neck. For a moment, Lin Xun felt a very faint murderous intent, and the hair seemed to turn into a rope to strangle him.

The sudden wind blew, and the leaves rustled. Uncle Xu glanced at the lights and dark flames in the lamp box in front of the door and said, "It should be rain, let's go quickly."

Yan Jiayin's white long skirt and long black hair were blown into chaos at the same time. When tidying up her hair, she accidentally saw a faint blood-red glow hidden behind the thick clouds.

"It's going to change." A faint voice rang beside him.

Yan Jiayin was startled and looked at Lin Xun suddenly.

"If you don't leave, you will be really wet from the rain." Lin Xun kindly reminded him.

Yan Jiayin felt that she was thinking too much and suppressed her strange thoughts.

The weather in Cang'er Island has always been changing. The sky was clear the previous moment, and the next second it was possible that the wind would be chaotic. The dust on the ground was blown up by the wind. The three of them walked against the wind. Yan Jiayin covered her face with her hands to block the wind and sand. Lin Xun simply walked backwards with her hands behind her back. From beginning to end, Xu Bo walked calmly, and the wind and sand never approached her.

"My young master," a slutty voice came over, "It's all so badly that you're hurting. If you don't cover your wounds and stop bleeding, what's your face?"

Yan Jiayin said something in her mouth, and her voice flowed out from her fingers and was dispersed by the wind. However, she must be cursing.

Lin Xun turned around, and the man in a white coat stood under the eaves with a disimbectic appearance, half of his body weighed on the door against which he was leaning. The wind was a little less. Yan Jiayin moved his hand away and opened his mouth, and a long list of swear words appeared, which was completely inconsistent with his literary appearance.

"Yeah, my mouth is not hurt," the man in a white coat stretched, "I originally wanted to sew a few stitches for you."

"Wan Qing", the person who interrupted the two of them was Xu, "The young master was seriously injured, so say less sarcastic words."

The man named Wan Qing nodded: "I understand, I'm asking someone to carry him in on a stretcher."

"Get out." Yan Jiayin had already reached the stairs by herself, pushed him and walked in by herself.

The evil smile on the corner of Wan Qing's mouth became even more exaggerated after he walked in. Looking at Lin Xun, his smile was not enough to reach his eyes, "It was you who hurt him."

Lin Xun was in trouble and smiled and said, "I am open and upright, it's better than hiding in the dark and pouring dirty water."

It was already dawn, and the matter of the Soul-Death Prison must have been exposed. This account should be recorded in Yan Jiayin in the end.

With a casual word from him, Uncle Xu frowned. The young man was too scheming and staying on the island was a disaster. I wonder why the island owner wanted to stay.

Wan Qing looked at him deeply, turned around and walked in, and closed the door.

Soon, there were screams and scoldings coming from it, as if the pain was to the extreme. Yan Jiayin's voice was a little sharp. What was amazing was that he did not scream the pain, but instead did not repetitively scold the sky and the earth.

He was so sane that he could not use any anesthetic at first glance.

When he came out again, Yan Jiayin's face turned pale. She looked even worse than before he was not treated, but his wounds were no longer bleeding.

Seeing his legs look weak, Lin Xun hesitated, "Do you want to help you?"

Yan Jiayin just felt that this person had a bit of humanity, so she heard Lin Xun say: "Ten Star Coins."

If it weren't for the weak and powerlessness, he would really want to slap him up.

...

Yan Jiayin has his own exclusive house, at the innermost location, with a high stone wall behind it. Such a location makes the temperature of the house several degrees lower than other houses all year round. Summer is a good place, but it is already raining heavily at this time. Yan Jiayin dislikes the stuffy house and is reluctant to close the windows. The raindrops as big as beans come in, and the windowsill is wet when it reaches the ground for a while.

In the room, the window screen was translucent white veil with patterns of different sizes embroidered on it. The soft pink bed had a faint fragrance, not the smell of spices, but the mysterious sandalwood smell contained in the wood.

They are all preferred colors for girls, and they feel dreamy when they are matched together. Except for the residents who are male, everything is perfect.

"As you see, there is only one bed," Yan Jiayin said coldly: "I am the owner of the house and have the right to use the house."

Lin Xun nodded and said indifferently: "I'll just sleep on the sofa."

Yan Jiayin was a little surprised. He didn't expect the other party to compromise with such a bad personality.

Lin Xun: "You are injured, so I won't be so crazy that I can compete with the injured."

Yan Jiayin curled her lips, took out a blanket from the cabinet and handed it to him, and said, "The Yan family has many rules."

Of course, he naturally wouldn't be so stupid that he thought Lin Xun would abide by it one by one.

"You may not care about some things, but there is one thing you must follow. You cannot go to the towers in the east, so it is best not to look at them."

Lin Xun: "Have you seen horror stories?"

Yan Jiayin didn't know why it was mentioned here.

"Everyone says you can't go out after midnight. Who do you think has done it?"

Yan Jiayin's expression suddenly became cold: "The tower is called the Death Tower in private, and none of them can come out alive."

Unexpectedly, the next second Lin Xun asked an unexpected sentence: "What about your father?"

Yan Jiayin did not answer him positively, and said reversely: "My mother once said that no one can completely face his heart, and the tower..."

He felt chill all over, and for a moment he seemed to be back when he was ten years old. He wanted to go into the tower because he was curious, but just stood under the tower, he felt a chill, and the feeling of his bones trembling, which is still unforgettable. After that, Yan Jiayin walked around the tower and did not dare to have the idea of ​​entering and leaving the tower again.

The crackling sound of rain outside the window gradually restored his thoughts. Yan Jiayin looked solemn, saying, "In the Yan family, it is not only people who can kill others."

Lin Xun smiled and said, "Can that tower do it too?"

Yan Jiayin said seriously: "During the day, the guards guard the Yan family are the towers, and at night, they are the towers."

A heavy rain lasted especially long. Due to the weather, most people chose to fall asleep one or two hours in advance tonight. By less than nine o'clock in the evening, the sky covered by dark clouds was completely dim.

Yan Jiayin lost too much blood and was forced to get a few needles during the day. Now she returned to her territory and fell asleep. Lin Xun was lying on the sofa, looking at the white veil blown from time to time, walked to the window and was about to close the window, but his eyes touched a tall tower in the distance.

It is as thick as it merges into the darkness, and the intervals between each layer cannot be seen clearly.

The hand that was placed by the window fell down, Lin Xun put the blanket on his body, opened the door and walked out.

The whole courtyard was so quiet that it was extremely quiet. The sound of rain completely covered the footsteps. The rain hit the blanket. Soon, the wet blanket covered the body and became particularly heavy.

Lin Xun couldn't help but slow down and walked towards the east little by little. He used the logic prison and strangely found that there was no one on duty in the entire Yan family except the outside. The thousands of breaths during the day seemed to be his illusion.

"Because it's raining..." He stretched out his hand, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes, feeling that this reason was too ridiculous.

What Yan Jiayin said in the morning came to Lin Xun's mind at this moment—

At night, the tower guards the Yan family.

He suddenly became interested, as if he had a glimpse of the entire tower.

...

The tall tower stands here, with countless patterns carved on it, and its vicissitudes of life seem to have stood here for hundreds of years. However, it does not have the solemn and majestic momentum of the ordinary pagoda, but instead seeps with evil spirits.

Lin Xun was standing under the tower and felt very uncomfortable. He looked up and the spire stood upright, making him look extremely small.

He looked at his hanging hands and trembled for some reason. He felt that there were tens of millions of gaps in his bones. The cold wind kept getting in, unable to help but cover his chest, as if something suddenly rolled into a long scroll in his mind.

【System: Danger Map: Evil Tower.

Warning: Please evacuate immediately.]

Lin Xun clenched his collar's clothes tightly with his fingers, and the rain flowed down his hands and fell to the ground. He raised the corner of his mouth, and his smile appeared gloomy in the dark: "I can feel that you don't want me to enter here."

It's not because of concern for his safety, but for other reasons.

Scream-

The heavy and unlocked door was pushed open.

The strong wind and heavy rain broke in with Lin Xun. He pressed hard, and his back was against the gate. He heard the sound of the howling wind outside the gate, and the complete darkness in front of him.

When Lin Xun turned on the flashlight of his phone, he was shocked. In front of him was a exactly the same self. After calming down, he realized that it turned out to be just a mirror.

It was a bronze mirror with an ancient look, which could not reflect the face of a clear person. He could still see a embarrassed self, wearing a blanket that kept dripping water, and his hair was also messy.

Looking around, there were many mirrors inside. Lin Xun walked upstairs without interruption using the logical prison. Even if he could not sense any breath of a stranger except himself, he did not relax at all.

The stairs under his feet were not strong, and the wooden boards made a creaking sound, as if they were being trampled at any time. Lin Xun walked carefully while looking around. Mirrors of different sizes were hung on the walls, and several of them were inlaid with ancient jade, which looked very valuable at first glance. However, he was surprised that he could not feel any desire to take them off, but instead felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.
To be continued...