"There's no hurry. ”

Wu Gan prevented Nangong Qiqing from entering the ancestral hall alone, "Wait a while, let's go in together." ”

"Hmm. Nangong Qiqing nodded.

Wu Qian fell into thought again, lowered his head, and muttered in a low voice: "Three hundred years, this number coincides with the cultivation time of my previous life, it is really a coincidence."

After thinking for a while, Wu Gan raised his head, looked at the ancestral hall in front of him again, and said as he took a step: "Let's go, let's go in." ”

The three daughters, Meng Wanniang, Ah Chou and Nangong Qiqing, followed closely behind Wu Qian and walked towards the ancestral hall.

In the ancestral hall, on the wall facing the door, there are many wooden signs.

Each wooden plaque is engraved with a column or two of bizarre characters. It's like a rune, but it's not like it.

Underneath the wooden plaque, against the wall, is a rectangular dark red offering table.

The offering table was filled with spirit tablets of different sizes, heights, and sizes.

The so-called spirit card is a wooden card set up after death, with the name of the deceased written on it, which is used as an object of worship.

These spirit cards, densely packed, roughly counted, no less than a hundred.

Meng Wanniang couldn't help but ask, "Little junior sister, have so many people died in your family in three hundred years?"

Nangong Qiqing explained: "Whether it is a descendant or a side lineage, the spiritual seat of the deceased can be placed here and enshrined together. In the past three hundred years, although the lineage of my Nangong family has been passed down in a single line, and the people are not prosperous, the side lines have spread out and the people are prosperous. ”

"Oh. ”

Meng Wanniang nodded and said casually, "Then it seems that your ancestral hall will be insufficient soon." ”

"I remember that my grandfather also mentioned this before the accident. It seems to say that the south wing and the north wing are going to be converted into ancestral halls. But then, for some reason, it was gone. Nangong Qiqing said.

"But I see that the south wing and the north wing have been locked for many years, and there are triple locks on each door, doesn't it mean to abandon them?" Meng Wanniang asked curiously.

Nangong Qiqing thought about it and replied, "I don't know either. I've grown this big, and this is my third time here. ”

As soon as her voice fell, she saw Wu Gan walk to the offering table, stretched out his hand, picked up the Nangong family genealogy with a thick layer of ash, and flipped through it casually.

Wu Gan's fingers moved, and the flipping speed was very fast.

In just a minute, he turned to the last page.

I saw that the last page marked the detailed time: April 4, 708;

Name of the deceased: Nangong Fusheng;

Age of the deceased: 34 years old (died young);

Cause of death: living sacrifice;

Deeds before birth: Entered the Gu Dao at birth. Eighteen-year-old adult, incarnated as Gu. Thirty-four years old, a living sacrifice, hidden in a thousand meters of black iron coffin underground.

Wu Qian stared at the contents of this last page for a long time.

Nangong Qiqing opened her mouth and said: "Master, I heard my grandfather say that some people and some deeds recorded in this genealogy are made up by later generations, and they cannot be fully trusted. ”

Hearing this, Wu Gan closed the genealogy in his hand, put it back on the offering table, and then, without saying a word, turned around, walked out of the ancestral hall, and looked around.

After a moment, he suddenly spoke, "The record on the last page of the genealogy should be true. Three hundred years ago, your Nangong family did have a Gu Zhenren. He entered the Dao with Gu and incarnated as Gu, so he brought calamity to your Nangong family. Later, I don't know who used feng shui magic to repair this old house into a coffin room. And nailed the Gu real person in a dark iron coffin, buried deep under the thousands of meters of this coffin room. The reason why the ancestral hall of the Nangong family is located here, and all the deceased in the clan are allowed to enter, is to use the spiritual positions of many deceased people to collect enough worship power to suppress the Gu Zhenren buried deep in the ground. ”

"This"

After listening to Wu Gan's words, Nangong Qiqing only felt confused, "Master, are these your guesses, or"

When Nangong Qiqing said this, she paused, not knowing which word to use more appropriately.

Meng Wanniang and Ah Chou listened to what Wu Qian said, and they also seemed to be listening to the Arabian Nights.

Wu Qian knew that it would be difficult for them to accept this for a while, so he did not rush to prove the truth of what he said to them.

Wu Qian walked to the center of the courtyard, stopped, tapped the ground with his toes, looked at the third girl, and said, "Actually, before I read that genealogy, I had already discovered the secret hidden in this coffin room. The position where I am standing now is the very center of this coffin room. And that black iron coffin is buried thousands of meters below me."

"If you look closely, it should not be difficult to find that this quadrangle, wide in the east and narrow in the west, is a typical coffin shape. ”

As the saying goes, life is breathless. Feng Shui emphasizes the Tibetan wind to gather qi, and the coffin-shaped house not only does not gather qi, but has serious air leakage. Living people dwell in it, and naturally it is a disaster and a disaster. And the dead are hidden in it, but it is extremely difficult to gather the evil energy."

"As for the south wing and the north wing, the reason why they have to be locked all year round is because there are coffin nails hidden in the room. ”

"To nail a coffin, usually with seven coffins. And the seven bearded men guarding the courtyard echo the seven coffin nails in terms of quantity. It can be inferred from this that Hou Dechang, who arranged seven people to guard the courtyard, is likely to know this old mansion of your Nangong family better than you. ”

Wu Qian said such a long sentence at one time.

The content of the words was too mysterious, which made the three daughters of Meng Wanniang, Ah Chou and Nangong Qiqing all amazed.

"Boom. ”

Nangong Qiqing subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "I think, it is necessary for me to invite the seven people outside the door in now and interrogate them carefully."

Wu Qian said bluntly: "Even if you ask you to interrogate, you can't ask for any important information. Because even they themselves probably don't know the true meaning of their existence here. ”

After speaking, Wu Gan paused, and then said, "It's okay for you to call them in." You can start by asking if they were all born on a lunar day. Oh, that is, the fourth of April. ”

Nangong Qiqing was suspicious, ran to the gate of the courtyard, and called the seven big men back to the courtyard again.

Before she could get to Wu Qian and the others, Nangong Qiqing asked Wu Qian the question she asked.

As a result, the seven big men were all born on April 4.

Nangong Qiqing suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

She ran a few steps quickly and quickly ran back to Wu Gan's side.

The seven big men obviously didn't know what was going on, and they all turned their heads, you look at me, I look at you, staring at each other with big eyes.

Wu Qian said in a calm tone: "Let's let them wait outside the gate of the courtyard for the time being." ”

Nangong Qiqing nodded and gave an order to the seven big men.

The seven big men immediately turned around and went outside the courtyard again.