It was already dark, and there were still lights in the small county town.

A small motorcycle swayed on the bumpy trail, and the yellow light in front of the car was the only light.

The sound of the motorcycle engine shaking its ears echoed in my ears, and the little boy Zhang Wei pulled his neck and shouted loudly.

But I didn't hear it clearly at all.

My parents died early, and my grandfather brought up my grandfather. I have not returned after three years. It’s not that I don’t want to come back, but that I listened to my grandfather’s words.

Grandpa loved me very much, but I was respectful and afraid of him. I never dared to refute what he said.

The relatives at home also have very few relationships. It’s not that my family’s three relatives are not relatives or six relatives are not relatives, but that my uncle’s family broke off the relationship as early as when my father passed away.

But because of my father's high medical expenses, living in the same village is not as close as a stranger.

The road was smooth. When I got off the bus, I saw the white lantern hanging in front of the old house. The words on it were really dazzling.

My feet were a little weak and I almost couldn't stop.

Zhang Wei stopped the motorcycle and supported me, and asked with concern, "Sanman, are you okay?"

I shook my head and walked into the yard with a staggering stagger. In the middle hall opposite the yard gate, a few white cloths surrounded the table, and a spiritual seat that almost caused my heart to stop.

Ye family, the spiritual position of Ye Baihai.

There was nothing else in the yard except for the mess. The uncle and uncle were loading tributes into the basket and preparing to take them away.

The brazier on the ground had no sparks, only ashes remained, and no incense was added to the incense burner.

There is no shadow of the coffin in the yard. It seems that I am still late to come back.

Grandpa has been buried by them, and I can't even see him for the last time.

I lost my soul, lost the salute in my hand, ran in with bloodshot eyes, and asked the two loudly, "Why don't you notify me, and don't wait for me to come back!"

The only answers to me was the sneer of the uncle and the impatient hum of the uncle.

"These are all your grandfather's wills. Did he decide whether you agree? Who do you think you are? The plague god of the Ye family?"

I have had such a reputation since I was born. At that time, nine thunders were hit in the sky, and the yang energy was in full bloom.

My mother died of dying childbirth, and my father was overly sad and his health became worse and worse.

There was once a master who had a good relationship with my grandfather and he criticized me for his life.

This woman has a shallow relationship with each other, and has a bad fortune and longevity. She is born with a white tiger and is displaced throughout her life.

The White Tiger is the fate of the full Yang. The Yang Detachment falls at the extreme and declines at the extreme. If I were a boy, I might not have lived for a few years. Fortunately, it was a girl, so I could have saved my life.

Grandpa’s ability to feng shui and geography is a great thumbs up in every place, and he is respected all his life. Because he doesn’t want me to suffer, in order to keep the life of me, the plague god, he used a secret technique to borrow a life from heaven.

Make a great wish that this woman will live safely until she reaches adulthood. She will enter the yin and yang movement, take some makeup, practice the law for heaven, and accumulate virtue for good and good deeds.

After that, my grandfather was backfired and grew old quickly. Since then, I have improved a little. Although I have been stumbling and easily attracted evil spirits, I have also graduated from high school.

The eldest uncle and the others were harsh, as if they were hurt by a sharp knife, but they were not wrong. I knelt in front of my grandfather's spiritual position with my knees, and tears gushed out uncontrollably.

The eldest uncle's sharp voice sounded and said in annoyance, "Your grandpa wants to leave this house for your father, so we don't hesitate to fight for anything, but we have to talk about the debts your father owes for medical treatment."

I knelt on the ground, with only sorrow in my heart, and it was just that when I left, the tea was cold.

As my grandfather left, they didn't even pass the first seventh period, and they were about to start to have an attack.

It was still in my grandfather's mourning hall, and they were anxious to ask for debts, forcing his niece to force her, a student who was just eighteen years old.

The uncle did not stop him, and even kept looking for compensation. "The money is not much, 89,700 yuan. Your uncle has an IOU and details. If you want to see it, you can't delay this account anytime."

The eldest uncle's words sound even more ugly, "Don't tell me that I have no money. If I don't have money, I buy this old house. I'm selling it for 80% to pay back our old debts. Otherwise, I'll be eighteen."

"roll!"

I looked at the two people with cold eyes and spit out the word quietly, feeling relaxed for a while.

When the eldest uncle Ye Dewang heard this, he couldn't believe his ears and asked again, "What did you say?"

"roll!"

I stood up and shouted in a deep voice, looking at the couple's sarcastic and mean faces. Family affection, but that's it.

The loud voice scared Zhang Wei to death. He looked at me with disbelief. He had never seen me get so angry since he was a child.

"You plague god defeats your father and mother, how can you talk to your elders!"

The eldest uncle practiced his mouth in the village and never forgives others. As he opened his mouth, the pickled words popped up in a series of scattered words.

My uncle Ye Dewang even raised his powerful slap that was used to farming work, wanting to teach me a lesson.

At this moment, a cold wind blew in from outside with a whistling sound, causing the pair of white candle flames to flash. In the middle, my grandfather's spiritual position actually shook back and forth, and fell down.

The spirit position hit the uncle's head without any bias, scaring the uncle who was still full of dirty words just now screamed and looked around in horror.

She clasped her hands together and said, "Dad, don't blame us. We have to marry a wife for Ye Xu."

"If you are good, don't make a fuss!"

Zhang Wei was a few steps closer to me, and his face was a little nervous. Maybe he wanted to make trouble. If it was really my grandfather, it would be safest to get closer to me.

A sound suddenly appeared outside the house, and at such a moment, even a layer of white sweat appeared on me.

"Before the mourning hall, the closest relatives were ignored, the spirit seat met, and the dead were knocking on the coffin, which forced the old man to take away a son!"

Such a strange sentence fell into the ears of several people in the house, and they all felt chills on the back of their necks and shaking their heels.

A familiar figure emerged from the darkness outside, a man in his forties.

He was wearing a cloth dress, with two drooping cloth belts tied around his waist, and a ruler-long black-mouthed copper-rod cigarette gun inserted into his collar, dressing up with the farmers of the old society.

"Uncle, it's so scary that people are so scary!"

The uncle and uncle both breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhang Wei also patted his chest, relaxing his nerves.

They were frightened just now and didn't want to stay for a long time. They glared at me fiercely and slipped away like windy under their feet.

I looked at the person who came. He was my grandfather’s old friend, Zhang Wei’s biological uncle, and Wu Dianshan, whom I called Uncle Wu.

A makeup craftsman who inherits his old skills!
Chapter completed!