Heaven will not pay attention to you and kill you for revenge.

Therefore, Ximenyu is still thinking about it, if those relatives of Nangong Chicken, they know each other well, do not come out to stop Ximenyu from killing Nangong Chicken, and admit that Nangong Chicken should indeed pay for his life, then Ximenyu may not kill them again.

Although it was the second master who died, after all, other people's lives are also lives, and the name of the second master is not more precious than theirs, to God.

Ximenyu spent an hour to build a small wooden house as a mourning hall, and then moved the mourning platform into the cabin, hung white lanterns, hung white cloth around the mourning hall, and pasted a couplet at the door.

"No, don't, don't, woo woo, I don't want to die. Nangong Chicken roared desperately, watching Ximenyu continue to complete the preparations, the kind of waiting that was getting closer and closer almost made him collapse.

Ximenyu lit candles on the altar, lit a large handful of spices, took out fruits and other offerings, and placed them one by one.

Ximenyu took out three bowls first, walked to Nangong Chicken, and without blinking his eyes, he stabbed into Nangong Chicken's belly first.

Three bowls of blood were filled with bowls.

"Second Master, Brother Yang Qing, today I, Ximen Yu, have come to worship you. Don't worry, let's drink the blood first and moisten your mouth. ”

Ximen Yu respectfully placed three bowls of blood on the altar, and then took out a firecracker and a large number of fireworks.

"Bang bang!" firecrackers lit up, and fireworks lit up, shooting into the air.

Of course, Nangong Chicken didn't die so soon, Ximen Yu just got three bowls of blood out to quench the thirst of Master and Yang Qing first, and the good show of worship was still to come.

"No, Ximenyu, please let me go, Ximenyu, I beg you, I don't want to die. Nangong chicken yelled.

And in the distance, there seemed to be hundreds of people coming at this time, and they were close relatives of Nangong Chicken.

They saw the firecrackers and fireworks set off by Ximenyu, so they knew that they were here.

Before Ximenyu set off the firecrackers, he knew that he would be exposed.

But Ximenyu didn't care about these at all, they knew what to do. Ximenyu still said the same thing, if Nangong Ji's relatives dared to come up to stop Ximenyu from worshiping the second master and Yang Qing, then Ximenyu would have to kill him, and none of Nangong Ji's hundreds of close relatives would be left.

"Hurry up, they're there!" Hundreds of people flew in the distance, and they had already seen the mourning hall built by Ximenyu, as well as the many white lanterns and white cloths, and dozens of couplets pasted outside.

Although Ximenyu only spent an hour, Ximenyu, as a strong man, could build a very good mourning hall in an hour.

Ximenyu was in a heavy mood, at this time, it was especially easy to think of the various pictures of the second master before his death, and Ximenyu's eyes were wet.

Ximenyu took out a suona.

The next thing Ximen Yu has to do is to 'open the door' for the second master and Yang Qing.

Some people don't know what it means to open the door, this is a custom in Ximenyu's hometown, generally the dead people, especially the elderly, his relatives must open the door for him, invite many drummers, beat gongs and drums, play suona and so on. If you open a door, it means that the yang world has submitted the identity certificate to the managers of the underworld, and the managers of the underworld can arrange the identity of the deceased, and the household registration will be transferred from the yang world to the underworld, and there will be a house to live in the underworld, not a black household. Otherwise, it will always be a lonely ghost.

These customs have been handed down by Ximenyu's hometown for thousands of years, and Ximenyu doesn't know whether the road is true or false, but Ximenyu must open the door for the second master, so that the second master is no longer a lonely ghost.

However, Ximen Yu is only alone, and Ximen Yu doesn't understand the specific procedures, and Ximen Yu only knows the general idea of Lu Dao.

It seems that he is a little anxious, and he knew that Lu Dao should go back to his hometown in Donghai City first and ask those people who specialize in forensic teachers to do it.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself, Second Master, Yang Qing, don't be surprised. ”

Ximenyu began to blow the suona and lead the ghosts of the second master and Yang Qian here.

And at this time, Nangong Chicken's relatives also arrived.

"Ximenyu, stop. Nangong Chicken's grandfather roared and flew up.

By the way, Nangong Ji's grandfather's strength is the fifth order of origin, although he is a member of his grandfather's generation, but unfortunately his talent is not good, and he must fall behind.

Ximenyu stopped blowing suona and said angrily: "Who dares to come up to stop me from worshiping the master, don't blame me Ximenyu is welcome." ”

"Ximenyu, what do you want to do!" Nangong Ji's grandfather didn't want to do so much, so he immediately went to save Nangong Ji.

Ximenyu was in a very heavy mood, and he personally opened the door for the second master, and he even dared to make trouble.

"Look for death!" Ximenyu roared and rushed forward.

"Smack!" Ximenyu, who was furious, slapped Nangong Ji's grandfather with a strong palm.

"Huh!" Nangong Ji's grandfather flew into the air.

"Bang!" Suddenly, flying into the air, his whole body exploded, like a firework, rose into the air, exploded with a bang, and the flesh and blood were scattered, turning into a brilliant blood dance, there was no corpse for a long time, only a fragment of broken corpses were scattered.

"Ah, father. ”

"Grandpa!"

"Dad!"

"Uncle!"

The other people who flew up behind shouted one after another, and the person who called was naturally the Nangong Chicken Grandpa who was photographed as a 'firework' by Ximenyu.

Ximenyu now needs to concentrate on opening the door, and has no time to entangle with these people, Ximenyu jumped up one by one, and split into the air against the big tree next to him, the big tree started from the top of the tree, and the middle was cut, half fell to the ground, and half stood up, forming a board. Ximenyu grabbed Nangong chicken, treated Nangong chicken as a brush, and wrote on the board: "Go to the former, die!"

Those few typings are shocking.

Because Nangong Chicken was bleeding from his stomach, and his whole body had already been soaked, Ximen Yu grabbed him and wrote with his blood.

Ximenyu continued to blow the suona and complete the ritual of opening the door.

Nangong Ji's relatives were really frightened by Ximenyu's momentum, and no one dared to come forward to disturb Ximenyu's affairs, they just cried desperately a hundred meters away, and they were in a hurry.

Of course, that Nangong Hao is not here, and it is estimated that he has not come yet, and the person named Nangong Zhengming is not here.

But they will definitely come, something so big has happened, it is impossible for that Nangong Zhengming not to come this time.

Ximenyu blew suona for twenty minutes, then took out a bag of rice and desperately sprinkled rice around.

I really don't know when Ximenyu did this part-time, it looks like he still has a look.

"Woo woo, where are you, don't come quickly, you want your brother to die, woo woo. Nangong Ji's mother was crying and yelling at the phone, apparently talking to Nangong Hao on the phone.

Ximenyu had just set up a pot next to him, and now that the water was boiling, Ximenyu put down the bag of rice that was sprinkled. Walked to Nangong Chicken, picked up the knife, and cut off the two legs of Nangong Chicken first.