"The Immortal Tablet, as the name suggests, is a tablet for praying for longevity, and the purpose is to appreciate its kindness. According to folk traditions, after a person's death, his descendants must make a tablet for him as a requiem place for the soul of the deceased after leaving the body. ”

"This immortal plaque is what I got on the immortal wall of the ancestral hall, and the name engraved on it is the village woman who committed suicide by throwing herself into the river thirty years ago, Li Qingxiu. ”

"What!?, this can't be!" At the same time, Grandma stepped out of the crowd, her cloudy old eyes full of incredulity. "Back then, in order to calm down this matter temporarily, I strictly ordered to stop all the people who participated in the year, let alone put her immortal archway in the ancestral hall, isn't it..."

Mu Qi sneered, white teeth peeking out from between his lips, looking particularly fierce, like a wolf and a tiger.

Grandma took a step back and said in a trembling voice. "You're Qingxiu's girl's son!"

Mu Qi's face turned pale, and he kept shaking his head, and after a while, he laughed miserably. "So you really covet our family's business?"

"Now I have nothing to hide. Yes, I was cornered by you people thirty years ago, Li Qingxiu's son. ”

Qiu Yan suddenly frowned, as if he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of it for a while, so he continued. "Thirty years ago..."

"Qiang!" A crisp sound suddenly interrupted Qiu Yan's words, and his body stopped for a moment, only to see that Mu Qi pulled out a sharp alien ancient knife, which was horizontal in front of him, with a bit of rupture on his face, mixed with a little pain and despair, and even a little crazy color that he had never seen before, but it was vaguely similar to Qiu Yan's previous eyes.

This knife was no stranger to Qiu Yan, it was the personal knife used by Oriental ninjas, but then he sneered. "I should have guessed what the Orientals have to do with you?"

Mu Qi suddenly screamed loudly, like a desperate little beast in a desperate situation, his fear did not seem to be more aimed at the person in front of him at this moment, but rather afraid of some invisible and intangible breath. "Liang Qiuyan, you are really smart. But this is the way of the world, either you lie down and admit defeat and let others bully, or you do everything you can to find a way to do it, even if it seems painful and uncomfortable. Do you want me to give you heavenly morality? I'm sorry, I don't, I'm not a good person, relatively speaking, I'm not a bad person in a sense. ”

"Thirty years ago, if these people hadn't forced my mother to hand over the heirloom, my family wouldn't have been ruined. It's a pity that God still opened his eyes, the night my mother fell into the river, she didn't die, and a lie needs to be filled with more lies. Mu Qi's whole body trembled, he looked at Grandma, and his body was trembling with excitement. "I think you know the truth of this matter better than I do! You chant Buddhist scriptures in the temple every day, do you want to be at ease, or are you a thief. ”

"What about royal power and wealth is just its own reincarnation. But now it doesn't matter, because you're all going to die!" Mu Qi let out a roar, his eyes bloodshot and red.

'Poof!'

The low and muffled sound was not loud, but it was like a sudden explosion of thunder, which instantly shocked Qiu Yan and the others, and looked at Mu Qi, or Li Mou, with a stunned expression.

Mu Qi looked in pain at the moment, but in her hand, she was holding the ancient knife tightly, and her backhand was directly inserted into her body. The ancient knife was extremely sharp, piercing directly through his chest, and it was conceivable that this wooden chess game was actually used with all his strength. The crimson blood instantly flowed out like a spring, dyeing the half-body of Mu Qi's shirt red at once.

Mu Qi's pale and bloodless lips trembled slightly, and he slowly pulled the ancient knife out of his flesh and blood. The pain was about to drown him like a tide, and several times he seemed to feel that he was about to fall, and he couldn't bear it, but for some reason, he was still standing here, standing in a pool of blood, looking coldly at Qiu Yan who was stunned on the other side.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of pleasure in the midst of his pain.

Then he slowly lowered his head, looked at the bloody wound, and shook his head.

The ghostly voice, cold and seemingly emotionless, vaguely uttered terrible words. "Since you have decided to be ruthless, then be more ruthless, since you have decided to do it, then you must do it, isn't it? Our family of three can exchange hundreds of lives in the town, this deal is very cost-effective, isn't it?"

He laughed miserably, in a pool of blood with a terrible determination that he should not have in his grade, suddenly let out a roar, and then held the blade upside down, suddenly flipped up, and plunged into the chest again, and stabbed to the bottom.

The feeling of the cold blade cutting through the flesh made people's entire body seem to be scattered, and Mu Qi's whole body kept trembling, gasping for breath, as if this was the only way to persevere, but in his thin body, this day seemed to have an incredible terrifying power, and it has persisted until now.

The blood stained him red, shocking and miserable, but he was like a phoenix reborn in a pool of blood, looking at Qiu Yan condescendingly, and seeing the pity in his eyes, so with a little contempt, he slurred a paragraph with his mouth, and Qiu Yan's pupils suddenly contracted violently.

Immediately, he laughed like crazy, shook his head, didn't look at Qiu Yan again, and suddenly pulled out the sharp blade on his chest, and instantly shot blood, revealing the skin that had been stained red with blood, and the body hidden under the clothes looked bright red at the moment, and there was a kind of tragedy that people couldn't look at directly.

Then, he raised his forehead again, and the inn was as quiet as the Nai He Bridge of the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring, and like a terrible sea of blood in the hell of karma. For some reason, there was a sudden smile of relief on his face, and he smiled like that, and then let out a roar, as if with the last of his strength, he staggered towards the woods outside the inn, and along the way, blood flowed all over the ground, staining the entire road red.

Qiu Yan didn't come back to his senses, he stood in place in a daze, his eyes fell on the pool of red blood on the ground, as if he had not yet broken free from the tragic scene that suddenly arose just now.

After another moment, outside the woods, there was a sudden commotion, some people exclaimed, some shouted, some shouted angrily, and some seemed to have a woman's voice already crying out. At this time, the crowd of people in the hostel suddenly began to stir, and many people rushed outside.

"It's on fire, it's on fire over there at the ancestral hall!"