Chapter 69 The old ghost is tired of winning
Fu Jin was stunned for a long, long time, until his eyes were completely blurred, as if he were in a dream, but he did not dare to wake up.
Until an old man from the clan came forward and whispered:
"Chief, my condolences. Why don't we let the young master enter the ancestral hall first? It's too cold outside."
When Fu Jin heard this, he raised his head blankly and saw the bright sky outside the eaves, with the sun shining brightly.
But for some reason, he did feel the biting cold air outside the ancestral hall, making him shiver all over.
"That's what the elder said." Fu Jin's eyes were red, but he gritted his teeth and replied as calmly as possible.
He had already lost his temper once yesterday. As the leader of the clan, he must remember not to lose his temper again today.
Fu Jin stood up straight and wanted to go down the stairs to welcome Fuling's body into the ancestral hall. However, after only a few steps, he stumbled down the stairs which were not high at all, causing a burst of exclamations from all around:
"Chief!", "Gold!"
Everyone hurriedly came forward and helped him up quickly, asking for his welfare, and some even sobbed and pretended to cry.
Fu Jin stretched out his hand to stop him. He tensed up, the ghost energy surging around his body, and growled with a slightly ferocious expression: "Don't even come here."
He climbed up from the ground on his own and silently walked towards the white cloth stretcher.
Seeing this, the tribesmen who were carrying Fu Ling's corpse quickly raised their shelves and waited for the other party's instructions with low eyebrows.
Afterwards, Fu Jin took the soul flags and yellow paper handed over by others, scattered them heavily at the entrance of the ancestral hall, banged the soul flags, and shouted in a hoarse voice:
"Fu's son, Ling, returns to the clan!"
His scream sounded suddenly, like a mandrill, depressing and strange. There was no anger or crying on the surface, but it was extremely shrill and screamed.
The rest of the tribesmen were trembling and shouted loudly: "Return to the clan, return to the clan!"
In less than ten steps, everyone stopped step by step. After more than a quarter of an hour, they carried the white cloth stretcher into the ancestral hall.
Then there was another trivial matter, the ancestral hall was noisy, and the tables and chairs twitched.
Because Fuling was the son of the clan leader and was quite loved by the clan leader, the elders in the clan quickly decorated the ancestral hall, with white hangings everywhere, solemnly and solemnly.
After the decoration of the ancestral hall was completed and Fu Jin took the initiative to speak, everyone exited the ancestral hall one by one.
In the empty hall, silence returned, with only the light of lights and candles swaying silently.
Under the heavy white cloth, even if the light outside is bright, the place is still dark. The body of Fu Ling is stuck in the hall, looking even more uncertain and dim.
At this moment, there was no one else around, and Qi Fujin suddenly remembered that he had not yet removed the white cloth to take a look and confirm the body.
So with a sense of impossible expectation in his heart, he stretched his trembling fingers toward the long table and slowly opened the white cloth.
However, a face that looked very familiar to him, full of scars, with wide-eyed eyes and all the whites of his eyes, appeared in front of him.
This scene not only shattered the last trace of expectation in his heart, but also immediately caused his inner defense to collapse.
"My son, my son!"
In an instant, Fu Jin hunched over and began to cry loudly, saying, "Daddy can't forgive you, I can't forgive your mother!"
But at this moment.
A cold snort sounded in the ancestral hall, and a black wind blew up, completely tearing off the white cloth on Fuling's body.
A tattered, twisted and black corpse was completely exposed in Fu's ancestral hall.
"What's the use of crying!"
A sharp shout rang out, and an irritable grimace took shape. Its face was distorted, it stared at its useless son, and cursed angrily:
"Your mother-in-law is dead, your son is dead, but you only dare to cry here, what's the point?"
This shout awakened Fu Jin from his grief. He raised his eyes and focused his gaze on the ghost's face.
Fu Jin's face was full of grief and anger, and he shouted at the other party: "Dad! If you and I hadn't expected too much, how could Ling'er and he died miserably in the third level of the ghost test!"
"Stupid!"
Mr. Fu heard the shouting and cursed: "You can see clearly for yourself, does this kid's death look like your mother-in-law? Do you really think he is what those people say, and he simply had an accident during the exam?"
Fu Jin's eyes were blank, he lowered his head and trembled.
He saw the huge hole in Fu Jin's left chest, which was filled with blood and flesh, and his heart was rotten.
Mr. Fu's voice became even colder and he sneered:
"Still, even if your mother-in-law and son die, you still don't care and are afraid of confronting that boy named Yu."
After Fu Jin was silent for a few breaths, his expression changed, he lowered his head and said harshly:
"Dad, if it weren't for you, why would my wife have stepped forward to block the way, and how could Ling'er have a dispute with Yu Que... Do you still have no regrets even now!?"
As he spoke, Fu Jin suddenly raised his head, his face filled with ghostly energy, his eyes widened, and he looked at Mr. Fu with a sinister look.
Hiss!
The two auras clashed in the ancestral hall, and Mr. Fu's face was furious, as if he was going to fight Fu Jin the next moment.
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However, after a few breaths of stalemate, the beast suppressed his anger and shouted:
"What I did was not just for the huge Fu family and the future of the Fu family.
If Ling'er can get good grades in the exam and get extra points, he will not only be able to be admitted to the county school, but also be qualified as a student, so that he will have a position as soon as he enters the immortal world.
This is a starting point that no number of people or families can reach! ”
Fu Jin became silent after hearing this.
As Mr. Nafu spoke, the topic suddenly changed again, and he sighed sadly:
"But what you said is right. Ling'er is dead now. Now that I only have your son, I really can't compete with that foreigner anymore, otherwise...my son, you can't bear the vengeance of killing your wife and son. Forget it.”
Fu Jin, who had been able to keep his mind calm and wanted to argue with this beast, now heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red.
The ghost energy in Fu Jin's body also surged, he chuckled, and a voice squeezed out of his throat:
"Dad, you are joking. How can a child forget such deep hatred?"
Wisps of killing intent finally surged up on Fu Jin's face, making his eyes look crazy.
"Okay!" When Mr. Fu heard this, his grimace showed a look of madness, and he laughed loudly:
"Since you can't swallow this breath, just spit it out over there.
Since this son does not have the surname of our clan and has such a deep hatred, our clan must not worry too much. We must give him a few beatings before he officially enters school and ascends to the immortal path, and changes his name and surname to recognize his ancestors and return to the clan. ! ”
Fu Jin said nothing, but the murderous intent in his eyes did not dissipate, and his attitude was obviously acquiescence.
At this time, Mr. Fu spoke again:
"Don't forget what I told you before. On the day when the results are released on the seventh day after the exam, you must ask this child to come to see me in the ancestral hall! I have my own way to vent my anger for you. As for whether to kill or not... I will tell you later... Say.”
Fu Jin's expression changed. After being silent for a long time, he finally spoke:
"What if this son doesn't come?"
Mr. Fu sneered: "Don't forget, even if his aunt and second sister leave the clan, they are still members of our Fu clan. They have names in the clan, and this son is also connected by blood with you and me."
There was a clanging sound.
Under the altar table in Fu's ancestral hall, which was enshrined with densely packed tablets, a drawer opened with a bang, and pieces of yellow paper were flipped. Several old and new cards flew out from it, but they all had birth dates written on them. There are blood spots on them, bright as if they were just picked.
Fu Jin recognized this thing.
These yellow papers are the five kinds of blood that must be collected from the palms, soles, and eyebrows on the seventh day after the children of the clan are born. If they are kept in the clan, they can be protected by their ancestors. When the clan members suffer from evil spirits, they can also take them out to practice , eliminate disasters and solve problems.
In addition to this protective effect, it is also a fetter, a drag, and even a shackle for the bloodline of the Fu clan, because it can be used to perform the art of defeating, to hunt for souls and punish clan members!
Mr. Fu's grimace was twisted, and he said sadly: "My son, if he doesn't come, how do you think we should invite him?"
(End of chapter)