The next step in the wrath of the ancestral ghosts is to punish the unworthy descendants. At this time, if Hengfei kneels down and kowtows to admit his mistakes, we will be considered to have lost all our previous efforts.

After I stabilized Hengfei, I opened the ghost eye and went straight to the back of the ancestor to look over, and the black shadow that appeared on the ancestor position had already exuded a strong killing intent at this time, as if I could break free from the shackles of the screen at any time and burst out to kill.

Old man Heng wants to kill someone? I couldn't help but feel suspicious. According to Hengfei, since Old Man Heng left his last words to let his family set up another ancestor, he would not be entangled in the loss of luck. But why did he unleash the killing machine unabashedly?

There is indeed something strange about this outage, but the current situation does not allow me to think too much. The flames on the candles on both sides of the Ancestor Throne had exploded by more than a foot in an instant, and the miserable green flames instantly enveloped a radius of several meters, as if using light and shadow to isolate an oval space from the world.

Beyond the light and shadow are still the dazzling lights of the world, and inside the light and shadow is the extremely eerie netherworld.

A few seconds later, the wine in the three bowls I had placed on the offering table seemed to have been boiled into boiling water out of thin air, and at the same time there were blood-red bubbles, and a trace of blood mixed with the aroma of wine rose in the wine bowls. In a short instant, a third of the wine in the bowl had evaporated, and the blinding blood slowly flowed down the edge of the bowl.

The ghost refuses to drink, which means that he wants to fight with Hengfei endlessly. As soon as this thought flashed out of my mind, a pitch-black arm stretched out from behind the old ancestor, and his five fingers grabbed Hengfei's heavenly spirit like a hook.

"Break—" I shouted angrily and drew my sword, holding it high above the top in both hands, and slashed straight at the other man's arm. The Rakshasa that was reflected in the candle flame set off a ghostly cry and struck down from the sky, and where the knife passed, a ghost hand fell to the ground.

The moment I withdrew the long knife, the ghost hand that fell to the ground instantly turned into phosphorus fire jumping all over the ground.

According to common sense, after the ghost breaks off his hand, he should obediently obey, drink the blood wine in the wine bowl, and cut off the blood relationship with Hengfei. What I didn't expect was that the moment the ghost hand landed, the three wine bowls exploded at the same time, and the wine in the bowls collapsed into the air, and spread on the ground like scattered raindrops, and the front of the table was suddenly stained with a layer of blood.

Blood!

It's not the wine that spills on the floor! I only dripped a few drops of blood into the wine, and even if I sprayed it all, it wouldn't make my eyes scarlet all over the table and table, and the only explanation was that the yin qi seeped into the wine and forcibly changed the color of the wine.

Seeing wine turning into blood, a great omen!

When I turned my head to look at the old ancestor again, the ghost's severed arm slowly grew into a palm. The newborn ghost hands were not only a few points larger than the original, but also had sharp nails like hooks on the top of the five fingers.

This is the real ghost hand!

Monk Shi suddenly raised the iron rod: "Old Wu! ”

He meant wanting to get his hands dirty.

But I hesitated at this moment - I was helping Hengfei lose his luck, not subduing demons and catching ghosts. If I kill the ancestor of the Heng family, it is equivalent to helping Hengfei kill the ancestor. That would cut off your luck, but how would the employer feel?

It's the same as when I dig someone else's ancestral grave and then turn around and say, "I'm actually for your good." Can the employer agree to do so?

Moreover, a warlock must not make a decision for the other party at will until the employer has spoken, which is also an iron law that a warlock should abide by.

Just as I hesitated, there was a sudden sound of water underneath the five buckets of rice, and only a moment later, the red blood was like mud coming up from the ground, pushing the grains in the rice bucket outward.

Ghosts are not subject to blood and wine, and they are unwilling to sever their blood ties; If you don't enjoy the grains, it is equivalent to bluntly saying that it is difficult to repay the great kindness of the descendants, and the grace of the ancestors cannot be erased. The blood is continuous and the kindness is endless, which means that the ghost will strike for the second time.

"Monk, prepare!"

I roared angrily, and the ghost behind the old ancestor suddenly burst into two claws, attacking me and Monk Shi at the same time.

"Open-" The two of us shouted angrily in unison, and the weapons in our hands swung wildly. The Rakshasa blade slashed into the middle of the opponent's fingers against the opponent's open five fingers, and after just one moment, the blade broke through the ghost's palm, starting from the finger cracks and slashing straight towards the arm like a broken bamboo.

As the cracked ghost hands rolled backwards along the sides of the blade, I followed a few steps and rushed to the offering table with my knife. At the same time, Monk Shi also grabbed the offering table in a few steps, and raised his weapons at the ancestral position together......

Just when the two of us wanted to kill the ghost, Hengfei suddenly shouted, "Stop! Stop! Don't touch my grandpa......"

Without hesitation, I pulled back and retreated two meters away. Although Monk Shi was a step slower than me, he also withdrew and retreated.

I don't know how deep Hengfei's feelings for Old Man Heng are, but his last cry touched the love of my ancestors and grandchildren in my heart. My grandfather brought me up, and although he was extremely strict with me, I always had an indelible dependence on him in my heart, and it was almost an instinct to take the knife away just now.

When I stood near Hengfei, I felt a trace of regret in my heart, if I pretended not to hear Hengfei's shouting just now, and persevered a little longer, maybe I would be able to solve all the problems once and for all. But now that the employer has made it clear, I don't think it's too late to do it again.

I said angrily: "Ye Yan, some paper money." ”

The last step of breaking luck is to turn the soul of the dead into mountains of gold and silver, and thousands of money. Everyone knows that it is impossible to repay the grace of nurturing a few buckets of grains, and the real compensation to the ancestors is those incense and candle ingots, gold and silver foil.

Ye Yan hurriedly lit the lighter and lit the mountain of yellow paper ingots, and set off a raging fire on the pile of paper with a few strokes.

I put away my long knife and shouted: "A mountain of gold is a mountain of kindness, and a mountain of silver is ......."

This is the last attempt to break luck, if the ghost is not satisfied, and then wants to break luck, there is no other way than to dig up the ancestral grave.

I held the rakshasa with one hand, and while staring at the ancestral throne, the flames that rose to the sky had already dispelled the light and shadow of the green flames, illuminating the courtyard of the villa as bright as day. As the billowing smoke billowed into the air, the ancestral seat on the offering table suddenly tore from top to bottom without warning. The two-meter-high ancestral screen seemed to be grabbed by someone and thrown to both sides, and it flew several meters away with a strong wind before it fell to the ground, but the ghost behind the ancestral seat disappeared without a trace in that instant.

"Where are the ghosts?" Monk Shi desperately shook the soul bell, trying to find the location where the ghost disappeared, but a gust of wind suddenly blew in the courtyard, and the yellow paper, which was already burning violently, rolled up wildly under the wind, turned into a rolling fireball, and rushed straight to the direction of the villa.

"Not good! Stop it! Ye Shen looked at Boss Heng ......, "When Monk Shi and I chased in the direction of the fireball at the same time, the fireball formed by the pile of yellow paper suddenly increased its speed, like a meteor flying wildly across the swimming pool outside the villa.

I was only a few steps away from Monk Shi when I watched the fireball rush past the water. The moment the fire reflected in the pool water was like a thunderbolt across the pool, the two of us stopped at the same time.

Monk Shi and I are not very good, but we can step five or six steps on the water in a short time, and then we have to fall into the water immediately, and by the time we swim over, it will be too late.

Monk Shi and I turned around at the same time to chase the fireball from both sides of the pool, and the fireball had already crashed into the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa. At the moment when the bright flames scattered in all directions, the floor-to-ceiling glass was shattered by the burning yellow paper, and the raging flames were like blood sprinkled in the air, rolling a dazzling red into the room, and in the blink of an eye, it set off a flames that were too high on the ground.

"Fight the fire—" I don't care about finding any ghosts now, if I don't put out the fire, the Hengfei family's villa will soon be burned down.

Although the servants of Hengfei's family had been sent away by him, they did not leave the villa, and someone rushed over as soon as the villa caught fire...... The entire Heng family became a mess in an instant.

By the time the fire arrived, the Heng family had already controlled the fire. A firefighter wearing a platoon leader's epaulette walked towards Hengfei: "May I ask, what is the reason for the fire here?" ”

Hengfei waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just that the circuit at home is aging......"

"That's not right!"

When Hengfei was about to send the platoon commander away, a woman in pajamas with a dark face strode over, stretched out her hand and pointed at me, and said, "It was a few of them who engaged in feudal superstition in the yard, lit yellow paper, and burned ingots, so that the villa was burned." ”

The platoon commander suddenly looked at me in the face with an unkind face: "Is that so?" ”

"Nothing!" Hengfei explained before shouting, "Loser girl, you go back for me!" What nonsense is nothing to do for a day? ”

The woman didn't flinch at all: "Hengfei, our house is burning, are you still obsessed?" Comrade firefighters, go and take a look in the yard yourself, there is still an incense case they have put up......"

"Shut up!" Hengfei raised his hand in anger and slapped the woman, "You go back for me!" Butler, butler...... Pull her back for me! ”

When the housekeeper ran over and dragged the woman, the platoon commander also strode towards the incense case in the yard, and after looking at the spot a few times, he said, "What's going on?" ”

Hengfei looked at me, and I said, "It's just an ancestor worship, it's not a big deal." Besides, the location where we burn the paper is still twenty or thirty meters away from the villa, so why can't we burn the villa? Even if the wind blows the burning paper away, it starts from the outside, and it can't be burned from the inside of the villa, right? ”

The firefighter is naturally accustomed to the fire, and he knows at a glance where the fire is burning. If you don't see it with your own eyes, who would have believed that yellow paper could shatter a glass several inches thick?

The platoon commander said with a cold face: "Worship ancestors, we have no objection, we must pay attention to safety in the future." Let's all wrap up! ”