"Then do you know where he is?" I asked. I didn't care about how powerful Gai Jiuyou is. Now I just want my grandfather to leave safely and to take my second uncle back to see him off for the last journey.

"I really don't know this." Zhongshan's clothing shook her head and said.

"Oh, wouldn't that make grandpa leave with regret?" I sighed.

"This is also impossible. Later, rumors in the world that Gai Jiuyou entered the underworld, possessed unique skills and used both Buddhist and Taoist methods, and became the Lord of Jiuyou. The outside world only thought this was a rumor. After all, no one had been to the Jiuyou Land, and they all thought that it was just the words of Gai Jiuyou going to be crazy in his later years. If he was still alive at this time, no one could tell where such a monster would live in seclusion." Zhongshan said.

Although I feel sad and regretful about this, I can't do anything about it.

I could only go back to my grandfather and continue to keep my soul guarding. After communicating with my grandfather through incense, the incense in front of my grandfather finally returned to normal. My grandfather was respectful on weekdays, and there were many people coming to see him off. It was not until the night that I was busy. At night, my uncle asked me and my third uncle to rest and he came to keep my soul guarding for my grandfather, but neither of us was willing to leave my grandfather.

It was midnight.

Just after midnight, countless yellow skins appeared in my yard and on the yard wall again.

Their mung bean-like eyes glowed with a faint green light, staring at us in the room.

Kunlun stood up, staring at the yellow-skinned boys that appeared again. Uncle San picked up the machete and said in anger: "I'm about to settle the score with you, but you have come to the door! No matter what the hell are, don't think about leaving when you come!"

As the yellow skin in the head bared its teeth and let out a harsh twitch, the yellow skins swept towards us like crazy.

Kunlun took the lead, the third uncle was holding a knife, and my uncle and I were holding a wooden stick in one hand!

"I'm too bullying! Fight with them!" said the uncle angrily.

This time the yellow skin was still coming in full force. Kunlun stood in front of the door first. Any yellow skin that was close to him was beaten into meat sauce by his punch. However, this time the yellow skin became very cunning. They did not fight around Kunlun, and they didn't even bother with us. They seemed to have only one target in their eyes, that is, grandpa's body.

There are too many yellow skins. Even if we have tried our best to fight and chop them, we still cannot stop them from rushing to bite at grandpa's body!

"Put your dad into the coffin and fight with these beasts!" the uncle roared.

We went to carry my grandfather's body, but Huangpi tried his best to snatch us. After a while, I was bitten by these yellow pigs and covered in wounds. Kunlun rushed left and right, but he could not kill all the countless yellow pigs. Uncle San was trapped in the siege of Huangpi and could not protect himself.

At this moment, Zhongshan suit, who was sleeping at my uncle's house, finally arrived. He swept away the yellow skin blocking the road, stopped Kunlun, and lit three incense sticks in the yard.

After the three incense sticks were decorated with Zhongshan, the manic yellow skin seemed to be very afraid of these three incense sticks. They no longer were crazy but retreated. After the three incense sticks, Zhongshan dress looked at the yellow skins who had no intention of leaving although they retreated and said to us: "Everyone enter the house."

At this time, we were all exhausted. Although Uncle San was yelling to kill these weasels to avenge his grandfather, he was covered in bruises and could hardly move. If it weren't for Zhongshan's clothing, Uncle San would have almost died of the yellow-skinned mouths.

Zhongshan Clothing moved a stool and sat at the door of the house.

He stared at the yellow men.

The same yellow men stared at him.

The unwillingness and anger could still be seen in the yellow-pie eyes. They did not leave, but they did not dare to cross the three incense sticks.

After the wound on Uncle San's body was treated, Kunlun walked out of the house. He looked expressionless and wanted to walk towards the group of yellow skins. This was not the first time these yellow skins suffered a loss under Kunlun's men. Seeing Kunlun walking towards them with murderous intent, they also retreated one after another and dared not confront Kunlun head-on.

"Kunlun, come back." Zhongshan said in a costume.

Kunlun turned around and looked at Zhongshan suit with confusion.

"When will the revenge be repaid? You and I cannot stay here forever, protecting this family forever. The yellow-skinned boy will be killed endlessly. As long as this lineage is endless, their revenge will last forever. Continue to kill them will only make the knot deeper and deeper." Zhongshan sighed.

The uncle also called Kunlun in the room and said, "Child, come back."

Kunlun nodded helplessly and returned to the house. Uncle San cursed angrily: "If you don't die, you won't die! You should be damn eggs facing the sky, who is afraid of who?"

The uncle patted his uncle on the shoulder and said, "Third brother, this brother is right. He and Kunlun cannot stay here forever. After they leave, the yellow skin comes again. Who can stop them? What's more, the most important thing now is to take care of the things behind my father and not be in trouble in life."

Uncle San spat out a mouthful of bloody spit and said, "I don't rely on anyone, nor am I afraid of them. At worst, I can die, but I must avenge this revenge."

The uncle sighed and added a handful of paper money to the brazier. We all know the third uncle's temper. He said such things, which is not a verbal verbal ruthlessness, but must do what he said. Although the third uncle is not harmonious with his grandfather on weekdays, they have a strong father-son relationship. How can he not revenge the revenge of killing his father?

Zhongshan suit sat at the door for a night, and the incense was refilled four times in the middle. As long as Zhongshan suit was in, the three incenses were in, the yellow-skinned boy would not dare to cross the line. When the rooster crowed and the three dawns of the sky, the yellow-skinned boy finally retreated with unwillingness.

The next day was normal, just as the people in the village didn't know what happened on the day when my grandfather died, and outsiders naturally didn't know what happened at home last night. Uncle San left the house after dawn and didn't come back until the evening. After returning, he brought his brothers back. Each of his brothers had a machete on his hands. Uncle San clearly showed that if those yellow-skinned men dared to come to the evening, they would fight to the end.

The uncle went to persuade Uncle San for a long time but couldn't persuade him. Finally, he could only call Zhongshan Clothing over. After Zhongshan Clothing came, he looked at Uncle San and said, "I know you feel sad, but you can't do things all based on your temper."

"You taught Kunlun all your skills. You saved me and this family the night before yesterday. My Lin Laosan will accept your great favor. No matter how long you want my Lin Laosan's life, I will not be a man if I blink my eyes. But don't stop me in this matter. You are not a member of my family. You don't have to offend this extremely difficult yellow-skinned boy because my family offends this difficult yellow-skinned boy, but I, Lin Laosan, are not afraid. Not to mention the hatred of killing my father, in my dictionary, there is no reason for others to bully someone to come to the door to be a turtle. Tonight, kill one enough money, kill two is profitable. Lin Gengchen is dead. My Lin Laosan will fight his life to protect the Lin family!" said the third uncle.

"If this matter was ruthless and useful, I would have asked Kunlun to kill them all. I said that this matter was not only the old lady Huang from the imperial concubine's tomb, but also not just the thousand-year-old corpse and the Taoist Tianque! Some things are much more complicated than you imagined. Don't mess up the whole thing with impulse. You, Lao San, can't take this scene!" Zhongshan's clothing stared at Uncle San and said.

"Then how do you think this matter will end!" Uncle San said angrily.

"Let Uncle Lin get into peace first, and then I will go to the imperial concubine's tomb." Zhongshan said.

"Please seek peace?" Uncle San sneered.

Zhongshan's clothing said angrily: "What else? Lin Laosan, don't be dissatisfied. Do you think the knife in your hand can settle everything? You may block your body from a thousand-year-old corpse? If it weren't for me here now, you would probably be unable to preserve your father's body! You have been gnawed away by that yellow skin! What I said is unpleasant. You can listen to it if you don't like it, and you have to bear it if you don't like it!"

Uncle San's face turned red. This sentence talked about Uncle San's pain. I can understand Uncle San's pain at this moment. Just like I haven't spoken since last night. It's not that I don't want to avenge my grandfather, but that our family really doesn't have the ability to avenge him now.

This is our family's deep hatred. Not to mention that Zhongshan clothing is not convenient to take action, even if it is convenient for him, I will not let him stand up for us.

I walked over and grabbed Uncle San's hand, looked at him firmly and said, "Uncle San, you will always remember the deep revenge in the sea of ​​blood, and we will never forget it, but it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years."

Uncle San threw the knife to the ground, then squatted down and hugged his head and said, "Ba Qian! Uncle San hates me! I hate myself for being incompetent! I used to think that the sky fell and I, Lao San, could carry it, but Uncle San really couldn't handle it!"

I squatted down and hugged Uncle San, put my head on Uncle San's back, and burst into tears and said, "The sky is falling, let's carry it together."

Uncle San finally let his brothers go. After twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the yellow-skinned boys arrived as promised. The Zhongshan suits still lit incense in the yard, and the yellow-skinned boys still didn't dare to cross the incense burner. They knew that the Zhongshan suits could not do anything to us, but they still wanted to come. I could feel that the yellow-skinned boys were clearly showing an attitude. They seemed to eat them to death and wouldn't really attack them. They were even more certain that we could do nothing to them.

They come to tell us that we will not let us go easily, and they are threatening us condescendingly.

Letting a group of weasels ride on their heads like this is what makes us feel extremely humiliated.

I looked at my grandfather's body and said to my grandfather in my heart: "Grandpa, I remember what you said. Twenty-three years later, Yunlong suddenly changed, please look at it."

Huangpi left again after dawn, and today is the day when my grandfather's funeral was held. The Lin family was a single family in Sanlitun, so the third uncle found a few brothers who were good friends to be the coffin carryrs of my grandfather. My grandfather's funeral was written in Zhongshan dress, which stated the time of the burial, the time of the nail mouth, the time of the funeral, and the time of the coffin fell. My uncle took the funeral note to preside over my grandfather's funeral, while the Zhongshan dress was the guide of my grandfather.

The guide is commonly known as the coffin master.

On the way to the funeral, every time you pass an intersection, a bridge, or a grave, you need to throw paper money and set off firecrackers. Some relatives will pay tribute to you during the funeral, which requires guides to preside over the presidency.

Of course, at some times, guides also need to help deal with emergencies encountered on the funeral journey.

Grandpa is the Yin-Yang Mr. in the village. When he was alive, whenever an elderly man in the village died, grandpa was his guide.

Zhongshan pretended to be very organized. When the time came, he handed over a mourning note and put on a burial nail. After Zhongshan pretended to be a sound of soul, eight coffin carryrs were about to lift the coffin to attend the funeral.

But grandpa's coffin.

Eight young coffin carryrs used their best.

The coffin was still motionless on the ground.
Chapter completed!