He stood in the center of the ancestral hall, looking at the ancestors in the rows, and then he knelt down with a plop.

He kowtowed three times to the ancestors of the Murong family.

"Murong Fu, the 320th generation descendant of the Murong family, met his ancestors here..."

Facing those tablets, Murong Fu said a lot, all about admitting mistakes and admitting one's unfilial piety.

Because he is going to do something big.

A fact that everyone in the Murong family cannot accept.

After leaving the ancestral hall, Murong Fu turned around and looked at the ancestors of the Murong family.

He has never been so obsessed with a woman.

He is so obsessed that he can pour out his heart and lungs for her.

He clenched his fist, holding a key to the Murong family's underground treasure in his hand. He glanced at it, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he could not hide his bitterness.

*******

Ye Zhikuang returned to Murong's house and couldn't sleep. He simply got up, put on a piece of clothing and walked out of the room.

Walking around Murong's house.

At this time, the dragon-shaped image on the back of his hand suddenly flashed again.

She thought of the wind chime she saw at the door of Murong's house this afternoon and what Murong Tiantian said.

That wind chime suddenly sounded, is it related to this dragon-shaped diagram?

Could it be...that I am an evil thing?

Nonsense!

But curiosity always bothers her.

She walked straight towards the gate of Murong's house. The gate of Murong's house was not closed all year round, and there were more than ten powerful soul guards guarding the gate.

Occasionally a patrol would pass by.

When she came to the foot of the wind chime, she looked up at the golden wind chime, raised her feet, and stepped over the door.

The wind chimes were ringing, and she quickly retracted her feet. Although the ringing of the wind chimes was not as intense as before, it still kept ringing.

At this time, the old lady, who was also unable to sleep, also came to the door of Murong's house.

Ye Zhikuang's every move was in her eyes.

When the old lady saw the wind chimes ringing non-stop, she walked out of the darkness.

She leaned on her back with one hand and held the crutch with the other, saying: "This wind chime was passed down from the ancestor of my Murong family. Back then, I accompanied the saint to the ancient palace of Xuantian Continent to gain experience. I heard that

It can ward off evil spirits and kill demons, so Taizu hung this wind chime on the door of my Murong family. Even if the Murong family moved to a different place, the wind chime will still be there."

Ye Zhikuang turned back and looked at the old lady.

She didn't understand why the old lady told her this.

She was not curious about the wind chime, she was curious about the dragon-shaped pattern on the back of her hand. When she saw the old lady coming, she put her hands down, and her long sleeves covered her two snow-white hands.

"In addition to warding off evil spirits, does it have any other functions?" Ye Zhikuang asked.

The old lady's expression changed, she shook her head and said, "No more."

After finishing speaking, the old lady turned back and looked at Ye Zhikuang: "Miss Ye is still out walking so late. Is it because you are not used to coming to my Murong home?"

"No."

"That's because he has the habit of falling in love with the bed." The old lady said with a kind face and a smile.

"Ha." Ye Zhikuang chuckled. He really had no topic to talk to her. He raised his head and asked, "What about you? I don't think the old lady has a habit of falling in love with the bed."

"Of course not, I just thought of something and couldn't sleep." The old lady came to her side slowly, looked up at the wind chime, and said: "I didn't expect that this wind chime is destined to be so welcoming to you.

You come."

Ye Zhikuang looked up and frowned deeply.
Chapter completed!