Chapter 370: Luo Sen and Zhang Fan! The Tomb of the Living Dead Appears

The moon was in the middle of the sky, the Wang family courtyard like a bowl pressed into the silent deep mountains. Thick blood Qi permeated the dark night, confusing the faint incense fragrance.

Silence, unprecedented silence.

At this moment, everyone widened their eyes and held their breath, seemingly even their thoughts stopped by this inconceivable scene before them.

Yan Fei, a disciple of Bai He Temple, died just like that.

Died silently.

Died eerily and horrifyingly.

"You... you..."

Han Wenlong's voice trembled, staring dead at Luo Sen. His rolling eyes were filled with deep fear, and at the same time, shock, anger, trance... various emotions intertwined in his heart, making him lose the ability to think.

He never dreamed that this monster, who had received great kindness from their Bai He Temple, would actually kill his Senior Sister Yan Fei without a word.

The permeating blood mist slowly dissipated, and the shriveled skin fell slowly from Luo Sen's hand. One could vaguely see Yan Fei's black hair stuck in a lump, and her distorted facial features. That face, which was almost unrecognizable, seemed to have died without recognizing reality.

Wang Qingyi sat in the wheelchair, his hands tightly gripping the armrests. His gaze condensed like a line, falling on Luo Sen.

This monster, flowing with the Wang family's blood, but from the day he returned to the Wang family, Wang Qingyi knew that this was a disaster, just like a knife without a scabbard, sharp, but without restraint.

"Luo Sen..."

Zhang Fan was filled with emotion. He also didn't expect to meet Luo Sen here.

Back then, at Sanqi Orphanage, the person who sparred with him the most was Luo Sen.

"Zhou Yi was right, parting always has a day of reunion... we meet again."

Luo Sen looked at Zhang Fan, whispering leisurely. As for the reactions of others, it seemed they hadn't been placed in his eyes at all.

"Zhou Yi, have you seen him?" Zhang Fan's eyes surged with memories.

Inside Sanqi Orphanage, among those who shared the dormitory with him—Zhou Yi, Luo Sen, Ge Shuangxiu, Chen Ji, Ji Suan—Zhou Yi was the most special.

One must know that the children adopted by that orphanage were all awakened Nascent Souls, but Zhou Yi was an alternative; his Nascent Soul was not awakened, counting as a true ordinary person.

Yet such an ordinary person was different among a group of practicing children.

"After I left, I never saw him again." Luo Sen shook his head.

Ge Shuangxiu said that after Zhang Fan left, the first to leave Sanqi Orphanage was Luo Sen.

"Let's change places." Luo Sen whispered.

"Okay!"

Zhang Fan nodded. His gaze swept over the skin Yan Fei had turned into, and he stepped on the moonlight, following Luo Sen's pace.

Everyone looked at the backs of the two as they walked away, their tense nerves gradually relaxing, and the eerie and horrifying atmosphere melting like winter ice.

"They know each other!?" Wang Qinglian frowned, revealing a suspicious look.

As long as one was not blind, one could see that Zhang Fan and Luo Sen knew each other. They not only knew each other, but their relationship was not shallow.

The reason Luo Sen took action was because of Zhang Fan.

Yan Fei had touched his taboo.

"He actually dared to take action and kill Senior Sister Yan... He took action and killed someone from our Bai He Temple?"

Suddenly, Han Wenlong finally drifted out of the fearful emotion. He stared with splitting eyes, walking to the skin left by Yan Fei. His trembling voice revealed deep anger.

"You Wang family should give an explanation." Han Wenlong gritted his teeth, looking at Wang Qingyi.

"He was sent back by your Bai He Temple. To a certain extent, he belongs to your Bai He Temple." Wang Qingyi shook his head.

Luo Sen, this monster, had no sense of belonging to the Wang family. It was only because of Bai He Temple, because of Jiang Your Majesty, that he was willing to stay here.

To put it bluntly, the Wang family was just a temporary supervisor.

Now that something happened, it couldn't be blamed on the Wang family.

If you want to blame someone, blame Bai He Temple for letting this monster become a climate.

"I warned you long ago that he is a beast out of the cage. You can't control him." Wang Qingyi looked at the skin left by Yan Fei and said coldly.

At this moment, thinking back to Yan Fei actually wanting to use and drive this monster, it was how naive and ridiculous!

"You put such a monster in the Wang family; you should have assessed his risks." Wang Qinglian said in a deep voice.

In the Wang family, Luo Sen's existence was a taboo. He flowed with the Wang family's blood, but he did not have the surname Wang. Let alone the clan disciples of the same generation, even the elders of the Wang family were unwilling to contact this monster.

"Then what does that count as?" Wang Qinglian slanted her eyes, her quiet gaze looking in the direction Luo Sen walked away.

"He even killed his own biological father!?"

"What!?"

Han Wenlong's hands holding the skin shook violently. He raised his head suddenly, looking at the direction Luo Sen walked away in horror.

"He is a monster!"

Wang Qinglian whispered.

Walking through the deep corridor, an independent small courtyard appeared before their eyes.

This was Luo Sen's residence, in a corner, rarely disturbed by anyone, showing his extraordinary status in the Wang family.

"Zhang Fan, when did you come to Chang'an?" Luo Sen suddenly asked.

"A few days ago." Zhang Fan said casually.

"Ge Shuangxiu also came. If I had known, I would have pulled him along."

Before, Ge Shuangxiu went out to inquire about Qin Ergou's whereabouts. Now Qin Ergou was found, but he was like missing.

Zhang Fan even suspected whether he went to find the foot massage parlor called 【Heart Full Bath】 that he often patronized.

"How did you get involved with the Wang family?" Luo Sen asked.

"It's a long story. I have a friend who, by coincidence, seized the fortune the Wang family valued, and formed a grudge."

"Purple Electric Toad?" Luo Sen said casually.

"You know?"

"Innate strange treasure, extraordinary phenomenon. When that thing was born, I happened to be nearby." Luo Sen whispered: "So the Mount Zhongnan disciple who seized that fortune is your friend."

"No wonder he has such luck."

"You were nearby? Then why didn't you take action to help..." Zhang Fan's heart moved.

"Help who? Why help?" Luo Sen said indifferently.

"Innate fortune is destined to belong to someone. The Wang family doesn't have this fate. Even if they get that treasure, it's more harm than good, with endless future troubles."

Zhang Fan heard this, his steps paused slightly, subconsciously looking at Luo Sen's back, only feeling it was so lonely.

"Luo Sen, you and the Wang family..."

"Zhang Fan, back then in the orphanage, the two of us were the most special, because our parents were not dead. Calling us orphans, actually we are not."

Luo Sen's mouth raised slightly, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

"Hmm." Zhang Fan gave a light grunt.

"Setting aside parents, I really have no connection with the Wang family." Luo Sen said indifferently.

"I'll take you to see my parents."

"Okay!"

Zhang Fan nodded and whispered: "If I had known you were here, I would have prepared some gifts to see your parents."

"No need to be polite." Luo Sen shook his head.

"Even if you prepared them, they wouldn't be able to use them."

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and they had already arrived in front of the small courtyard.

Luo Sen pushed the door and walked in. Zhang Fan followed closely. The small courtyard was not big, but very quiet. The bright moonlight spilled, reflecting on a towering tree at the foot of the wall. The wind blew the branches, kneading the bright moonlight into pieces. ===== CHAPTER 371 =====

Luo Sen pushed the door open and walked in, with Zhang Fan following closely behind. The small courtyard was not large, but it was very quiet. The bright moonlight spilled down, reflecting onto a towering tree at the base of the wall. The wind blew, swaying the branches and shattering the beautiful moonlight.