Lin Yuan was already full of trust in Zhao Zhuoyan. Seeing that he promised not to leak, the huge rock in his heart fell to the ground immediately. Thinking of the curse that he never knew, his heart hangs again and said, "What do you mean by talking about the curse of the Qin family?"

Zhao Zhuoyan continued to move the ice and said, "One thousand five hundred years ago, Qin Yiluo fell into the hands of the Blood Demon. After becoming the Lord of the You Palace, she set up an ambush to kill the Blood Demon. Before the Blood Demon died, she cursed her with all her life's strength. One day, Qin Yiluo's descendants would become the biggest demon in the world."

Lin Yuan was shocked, his face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "My cousin is still kind-hearted and will not become a demon."

Zhao Zhuoyan said: "The Blood Demon still leaves a sentence. When the descendants of the Qin family become demons, their descendants will fall in love with her, help the evil and turn the world into a bloody hell."

Lin Yuan shook his head repeatedly and said, "It's simply nonsense. The Mu family has emerged from generation to generation. How could it be the descendant of monsters?"

Zhao Zhuoyan said: "When you find an opportunity, you might as well take a look at Mu Changfeng's heart, whether there is a birthmark that looks like a skull that dripped in blood."

"No, absolutely not." Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "When Changfeng and I were bathing in the river when we were a child, we didn't see any skeleton birthmarks at all."

"Will someone else fall in love with Fang Zhiliang?" Zhao Zhuoyan was very surprised. He grabbed his beard and fell into deep thought. "The monster killed by Qin Yiluo is the surname Mu. Is it a coincidence?"

"Submit Mu?" Lin Yuan's mind roared, hoping that this was indeed a coincidence. There were so many people in the world with the surname Mu, how could it be proved that Mu Changfeng was the descendant of the Blood Demon?

Zhao Zhuoyan nodded and said, "His name is Mu Yinchuan. He was a generous layman. His wife was virtuous and his son was filial. He was persecuted to death by a high-ranking official and noble man. He turned into a blood demon and became the lord of the ghost realm of the Netherworld. My two ancestors helped Qin Yiluo kill him."

Lin Yuan said: "His son must have been killed by someone, and no descendants were left behind at all."

Zhao Zhuoyan said: "Qin Yiluo was worried about the curse and looked around for his son Mu Guanghou, who escaped by chance, and wanted to get rid of this disaster."

"Not found?" Lin Yuan was kind and kind, but at this time he secretly prayed that Mu Guanghou and Mu Yinchuan would be killed together, and that there would be no eggs under the collapse of the nest. He believed that this possibility was extremely high.

Zhao Zhuoyan said: "It was found, and it was also found by my two ancestors. Mu Guanghou was a father at the time. Qin Yiluo felt pity and let him go, but he left a mark with tricks. In the future, the person who would assist the blood demons in trouble will have a birthmark like a blood skull in his heart. Qin Yiluo concealed this secret. Only the Gemini Sect knows it in today's world."

Lin Yuan seemed to be stupid and stood still for a long time.

Zhao Zhuoyan was worried. When he wanted to comfort him, Lin Yuan suddenly roared and smashed several pieces of ice with one punch, and said angrily: "The Qin family was cursed by the blood demon, all thanks to Xun Cheng. If the tiger poison does not eat his son, how could he be determined to sign the blood contract of the demon clan and push his daughter into the Netherworld Ghost World."

Zhao Zhuoyan strongly agreed with Lin Yuan's words. As a father, he regards children as more important than his own life, more important than fame, wealth, power, and money. He also believes that Xun Cheng's actions are indignant and unforgivable.

Lin Yuan was in a hurry and didn't know what to do.

Zhao Zhuoyan said: "Don't think too much, maybe everything is really a coincidence. Mu Changfeng's lack of a skeleton birthmark in his heart means that he has nothing to do with Mu Yinchuan."

"I don't know what's going on," Lin Yuan's eyes were red, and he was inexplicably upset, "Why am I so uneasy, why am I so uneasy?"

In the flash of lightning, Lin Yuan thought of the reason why he was uneasy.

It was on the third day of the Lunar New Year three years ago. Mu Changfeng was a guest at the Shuanghua Pavilion. His father forced a few bowls of wine and was so drunk.

Lin Yuan rolled up his sleeves and cut open the watermelon that he had sent from Xianzhuang. Mu Changfeng's eyes were strange, staring at the butterfly birthmark on his arm for a long time, and suddenly said: "Your birthmark is born, my birthmark suddenly grew, hideous and terrifying, not as beautiful as your birthmark."
Chapter completed!