Wu Family Sword Spirit

Chapter 522 The funeral procession
Chen Xiangzhi not only did not hand over the sword to him, but instead put the box containing the sword away from him and said sternly: "Where is my son? If you agree to return your son to me, I can give you the sword. You can't see me." Son, I will not give you the Blood-Drinking Soul-Eating Sword."

The young man sneered and said: "The child is in my hands, do you have a choice? I advise you to hand over the sword obediently, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel!"

Chen Xiangzhi immediately became vicious and said without giving in: "No! I must confirm that my son is still alive before I can hand over the sword to you..."

"What the hell, don't be so shameless. If you give me the sword, I will naturally return the child to you... This matter is non-negotiable!" the young man cursed.

Chen Xiangzhi sneered and gritted his teeth and said: "Well, since you won't let me see my son, then you can't even hope to get this blood-drinking and soul-eating sword. At worst, we will be defeated. I will destroy this sword and then go to the ancient mountain." The zombie demon fights for his life!"

After saying that, Chen Xiangzhi took out the blood-drinking soul-eating sword, threw the box containing the sword aside, stretched out a hand, and was about to slap the blood-drinking soul-eating sword.

As soon as Chen Xiangzhi raised his hand, there was a sound of wind and thunder, which obviously contained spiritual power. Even I, who was not far away, had no doubt that with this palm strike, the Blood-Drinking Soul-Eating Sword would definitely break into two. Jie, after all, it is just a piece of praying mountain blood wood, not as hard as a weapon of gold and iron. This sword kills people not by its sharpness, but by the evil spirit and soul-eating energy contained in the sword body. He was gambling with the young man. At the same time, he also doubted one thing, that is, whether his son was still alive. Otherwise, why would they not even let him take a look at his son? This is Chen Xiangzhi Reasons why you should do this.

Just when Chen Xiangzhi's hand was about to fall on the blood-drinking and soul-eating sword, the young man finally lost his temper and quickly stopped him: "Wait a minute..."

Chen Xiangzhi then stopped his hand and looked at the young man for a moment.

The young man faced off with Chen Xiangzhi for a moment, and their eyes were probably like sparks colliding with blue stars.

After a long time, the young man waved his hand, and immediately another person came out of the darkness. In that person's hands was a child, about five or six years old, but the child seemed to have passed out. There was no movement, and the whole body was hunched.

As soon as he saw his son, Li Yuanyao, who had always been calm, burst into tears, shouted Lele's name, and rushed towards the black figure.

Just when Li Yuanyao was about to run to the child, the man who had been holding the child suddenly stretched out a sword and pointed it at Li Yuanyao. Li Yuanyao was frightened and stopped immediately, with tears streaming down his face.

"You saw it too, kid. Hand over the sword and you can take him home." The young man said again.

Just when Chen Xiangzhi was about to speak, a suona sound suddenly sounded not far away, attracting everyone's attention. Even Xue Xiaoqi and I were startled by the sudden sound. He quickly turned around and saw a group of people wearing white mourning clothes suddenly walking out on the mountain road not far away. Accompanied by a period of miserable suona sounds, a group of people were crying and walked towards this direction. There was also a large coffin in the middle of this group of people, which was carried by seven or eight people.

I'll go and mourn at night.

What's happening here?
Is it possible that there is still a custom of mourning at night here?
This group of people walked very slowly, and the sound of crying could be heard from a distance. It was really scary to see such a scene in the middle of the night.

However, this phenomenon only attracted everyone's attention for a short time, and soon everyone's thoughts were on the matter of exchanging hostages.

Chen Xiangzhi turned his head, looked at the young man again, and said in a deep voice: "I will also give the sword to you. I just want to ask, is my child still alive?"

The young man laughed and said: "Don't worry, we only need swords, they won't hurt anyone. You kid is doing well..."

As he said that, the boy took the child from the person beside him and patted him a few times. Soon there was a sound of "wow" and the child burst into tears.

Hearing this cry, Xue Xiaoqi and I finally felt relieved. As long as the child was okay, everything would be easy to handle.

After the child cried out, he quickly saw his parents and started crying loudly.

Li Yuanyao could no longer control it, opened his arms and ran towards the child.

"Wait..." The young man stood in front of Li Yuanyao again and said, "You put the sword on the ground, and we put the child on the ground. Everyone retreats, and the child will run towards you. …”

Chen Xiangzhi and his wife could only do this.

Immediately, Chen Xiangzhi gently placed the blood-drinking and soul-eating sword on the ground, and the young man also placed the child on the ground.

The child's crying voice was very pitiful. As soon as he landed on the ground, he rushed towards Chen Xiangzhi. The couple only took two steps back and quickly walked towards the child again.

At this moment, the young man took a few steps forward and took the blood-drinking soul-eating sword on the ground in his hand. Xue Xiaoqi and I all stood up and began to fumble towards the bottom. Gone quietly.

Xue Xiaoqi and I both thought that the young man would do something, and there was no way that the child could easily fall into the hands of Chen Xiangzhi and his wife.

However, things went beyond our expectations. The young man just held the sword and made no next move.

As soon as the sword came into his hand, the young man burst out laughing and said with praise: "What a sword! It's really a good sword..."

But I was thinking in my heart, you idiot, you don't know if you were fooled.

At this moment, the funeral procession was very close to Chen Xiangzhi and the others.

But Chen Xiangzhi and his wife are still in the great joy of regaining their lost child. They both kiss and hug their child.

The piercing sounds of suonas and cries made my mind a little confused. At this moment, the young man turned around with a sword, and I really saw his appearance.

Although I had already prepared in my mind that it was him, I could never be sure. But when I finally saw his face clearly through the pale moonlight and the torches held by those in the funeral procession, I was still upset. I took a breath, that's right, it was him. The person I had been looking for for a long time was my enemy - Yuan Chaochen!

How could he appear in this place?
(End of this chapter)