The sky was getting dark, and Long Wanshan searched the ancestral hall for almost an hour, but still found nothing.
"Why!"
Long Wanshan sighed helplessly and was about to give up. He took a few steps forward, lifted up the table that had fallen on the ground, and put away the tablets scattered on the ground.
Although this place may soon be occupied by the city lord for other purposes, even if it can only allow the ancestors to rest in peace for a moment, that is what he, the younger generation, the only descendant of the Long family now, should do.
Looking at the tablets that had been restored to their original positions, although many of them were incomplete and dilapidated. Long Wanshan secretly made up his mind that even if he could not kill his enemies with his own hands, he must make them pay the price!
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, suddenly a gust of autumn wind blew by outside the room, and the already shaky portrait of his ancestors fell down with a "thud".
Long Wanshan sighed with self-reproach. He was only focusing on clearing the memorial tablet and forgot to hang up the portrait of his ancestor. He turned back, climbed up the memorial tablet, and while picking up the portrait, secretly cursed himself for being confused.
After hanging the portrait, Long Wanshan gently patted the dust on the portrait.
Suddenly, Long Wanshan frowned and saw that the position of the ancestor's eyes seemed to have been damaged by something, and the paper was slightly bulged.
When we first arrived at the ancestral hall, although the portrait of the ancestor had been shaky, it had not fallen. It seemed that it had been damaged when the wind blew it to the ground. Thinking of this, Long Wanshan couldn't help but shake his head and blame himself.
Jumping off the desk, Long Wanshan raised his head and took one last look at the portrait of his ancestor. He said goodbye to him, and he was afraid he would never see it again.
It’s just that the ancestor’s eyes looked a little awkward. After being ruined by him, the ancestor no longer looked at his clansmen as amiably as when he used to worship, but both eyes were tilted towards the room.
Liang looked away.
Long Wanshan looked in the direction where the ancestor's portrait was looking, and saw half of a shaky bronze mirror hanging on the beam, with the mirror side facing down. Presumably, this bronze mirror had also been broken by someone.
However, Long Wanshan suddenly frowned.
Because this bronze mirror is only hung in ancestral halls in the northern region of ASEAN. Ancestral halls in the south generally do not have the custom of hanging bronze mirrors. How could such a bronze mirror be hung in my own ancestral hall? I have no impression at all.
Walking under the bronze mirror, Long Wanshan looked up with some confusion. After thinking about it, Long Wanshan jumped suddenly and wanted to take off the half of the bronze mirror.
Kaz!
The bronze mirror couldn't reach it, but a stone slab on the ground made a slight sound when Long Wanshan stepped on it. It looked particularly crisp in the ancestral hall illuminated by the setting sun.
Long Wanshan was shocked. The stone and wood in the ancestral hall were all of the highest quality. How could the stone slabs on the ground be loosened by him?
Confused, Long Wanshan bent down, examined it carefully, and then tapped lightly with his hand, but there was an empty drum sound.
The bottom is empty?!
Long Wanshan was immediately overjoyed and quickly pried open the stone slab. What he saw was a piece of white cloth folded into a square. Long Wanshan picked up the white cloth in confusion, opened it and took a closer look.
It is painted with strange symbols and lines, as if it were a map.
However, this map is not complete.
Could it be that this is why Wanglongxuan was exterminated?
Thinking of this, Long Wanshan looked around vigilantly and quickly put the white cloth into his arms. Then, he quickly put the stone slab back to its original place. Without daring to delay for a moment, he turned around and left the ancestral hall, quietly leaving through the back door.
Don't live like Wang Longxuan, who has lived for more than twenty years. Long Wanshan did not dare to linger at the door and was greedy. He lowered his head and quickly walked through the streets, leaving the city at the last moment and heading to the mass grave.
Mass graves are places where unclaimed bodies are buried.
Wanglongxuan was exterminated, so naturally no one would claim his body. No one would claim the other unidentified bodies that lost their lives. Therefore, Sanjiucheng removed Wanglongxuan’s body the next day.
All the bodies were thrown into mass graves.
When Long Wanshan came to the mass grave alone, there was only the last half of the setting sun left on the horizon. In the past, Long Wanshan would never dare to come alone, let alone this time when the night was about to get dark.
In mass graves, corpses are directly buried in large pits, let alone monuments. For Long Wanshan to find the corpses of his family here, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack.
Suddenly, a man walked forward. The man had a stooped back and was dragging a cart behind him, walking slowly.
Long Wanshan trotted forward and asked, "Uncle, where are Wang Longxuan's bodies buried?"
The man raised his head. Only the raised bones were left on his thin face, with no blood at all. His eyes were sunken, making him look particularly scary.
Hearing Long Wanshan's question, he seemed very unhappy and snorted: "Wang Longxuan? Huh! There are more than two hundred corpses, bury them! They are all piled far away."
Long Wanshan was slightly startled, looked in the direction where the old man shook his head, and said, "Thank you very much."
As long as the body was not buried yet, Long Wanshan hurriedly ran in the direction pointed by the old man.
"Huh." The old man snorted coldly and said to himself, "It's not just killing people, but also the corpses, bah!"
After jogging all the way, Long Wanshan climbed over a hill, and finally suddenly saw that the hill in front of him was filled with corpses, as many as hundreds.
Fortunately, it was late autumn now, and the corpses were not severely decomposed. But when approaching the pile of corpses, Long Wanshan couldn't help but cover his nose and frown.
Suddenly, Long Wanshan saw the clothes on several corpses, and it turned out to be the clothes of Wang Longxuan. So, Long Wanshan could no longer care about so much, threw away his hand, stepped forward and searched hard for the corpses, hoping
Find a familiar face.
However, Long Wanshan searched and found that these corpses seemed to have been turned over. Especially the corpses of the Wanglongxuan tribe were turned into a pile, which saved Long Wanshan from having to pick out the more than two hundred corpses.
The trouble of searching.
The last half of the sunset finally sets.
The sky is getting dark, the cold moon slowly climbs into the night sky, and the stars are all over the sky, vying to illuminate this mass grave for the filial sons on the ground.
More than an hour later, Long Wanshan searched through all the corpses wearing Wanglongxuan's clothes, but could not find his father Long Hai. However, the corpses of his mother, uncle Long Xi and others were found one by one.
Exhausted, Long Wanshan pushed himself up, found an abandoned shovel, dug a deep hole as hard as he could, and buried nearly ten bodies of his mother, uncle, third uncle and others.
As for the bodies of other people, Long Wanshan was really unable to do so. Secondly, in order to avoid others being suspicious and fearing that someone else would come, he had no choice but to leave it at that.
To fill the deep pit, Long Wanshan did not dare to erect a monument or even pile up a mound.
Throwing away the deformed shovel, Long Wanshan collapsed on the ground, gasping for air, and murmured: "Mother, uncle, third uncle, aunt, fourth brother, fifth brother, sixth brother, little sister. You all, rest in peace.
.Wanshan is unfilial and fails to accompany him."
"Father, where are you?"
"Brother, second sister, where are you?"
The stars were twinkling and seemed to be blinking and sobbing for this poor young man.
Leng Yue is aloof and arrogant, just like all the things in the world, cold and cold-hearted.
The autumn wind blew across his face, and a hint of chill invaded his face, making this weak young man shiver.
Looking up, with twinkling eyes, I seemed to see my loved ones smiling and waving in the sky.
Why!
Long Wanshan stood up slowly, and took one last look at the land, and at the clansmen who had died without a destination. He raised his head, moved his steps, and walked towards the distance, the only direction where he could go.
The howling autumn wind, the cold moonlight, and the hot tears falling from my face.
The strong prevail and the weak survive. This is an eternal truth. Today, this truth makes Long Wanshan deeply sad and resentful.
This young man who was in the bloom of youth gradually gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Unexpectedly, two lines of hot tears had dried up. His red eyes were terrifyingly deep, leaving a deep scar in his heart. It seemed that there were too many
A touch of different color.
The color seemed like a raging flame that could devour everything, or like a thunder that could scorch everything.
Not long after Long Wanshan walked, there were usually few living people in the mass graves, and several unknown figures emerged from the night. These figures were rummaging through the corpses, as if they were looking for something, and there was no taboo at all.
Finally, these figures found the place where Long Wanshan had just climbed over. They were overjoyed, like a hungry tiger finally finding a prey, and frantically searched for the corpses of the Wanglongxuan people.
The elderly and children are the key targets.
After a long time, these people turned over the bodies of the Wanglongxuan clansmen again. Their faces, under the faint light of the cold moon and stars, looked particularly disappointed.
"No." One person sighed.
"Nothing." Another person was a little annoyed.
"Everything has been turned over. Even if there is something, it's not our turn." Another person sighed helplessly.
"Let's go, this place is very gloomy and unlucky."
These poor Wanglongxuan tribesmen, just as the old man who was transporting the corpses said, it doesn't matter if they are killed, even if they die, they will be raped and have no peace.
But Long Wanshan is now exhausted and penniless, but the Demon Valley is thousands of miles away.
Gradually regaining reason from the loss of state of grief, the endless hatred gradually turned into the motivation for survival.
Long Wanshan had no choice but to rely on his demonic cultivation skills to heal people's wounds and illnesses in exchange for some money to satisfy his hunger. He slowly approached the Demon Valley, slowly approaching the only destination he could go to.
The money for steamed buns promised to the roadside tea shop owner could not be returned. Not to mention that I had no money at all. Even if I had money, I would never dare to show up at that tea shop again.
Although the three people were greedy and vicious last time, they were not vicious and did not take my life. If I encountered cold-blooded and vicious people, I was afraid that I would follow in the footsteps of my relatives, so there would be no way to seek revenge.
The weather is getting colder, flowers are withering, everything is withering, and the vitality of the past is gone. The hearts of young people are just like this cold and heart-breaking winter, without the gentle rising sun of the past.
When Long Wanshan returned to the Demon Valley, Du Xuan and others were almost unrecognizable. Whether it was his sloppy appearance or his cold heart.
Speaking of Lutang, the Li clan and Wanglongxuan were destroyed one after another. It seemed that the world had finally calmed down again. However, this calmness was just an appearance seen by mortals.
The real undercurrent, the more terrifying undercurrent, is gathering momentum.