"Get out! Get lost! I'm going to kill you again! ”

In the irritable roar, a handsome young man hugged his head and ran away, and was beaten out of the house by an old man in coarse linen clothes.

"Shhh...... Pain and pain...... Failed again...... It's a hard game to play, alas. ”

He looked around the courtyard a little unwillingly, and saw the old man waving the stick in his hand, and hurriedly shrunk his neck and walked away.

In the courtyard, seeing him far away, the gray-haired old man angrily threw the burning stick to the corner of the courtyard and returned home, and his anger was still gone.

"Where the hell did the young man come from, he was obviously a man, but he wanted to do the matchmaker's thing! For seven or eight days, at least twice a day, or even five times a day, if you dare to come again......"

"Dad, don't be angry." In the crisp girl's voice, a pair of small hands as white as jade gently supported the old man's arm and led him to sit down.

The girl didn't use powder, and she was only wearing coarse linen clothes, but her skin was like clotted fat, her face was like white jade, and the long sword she was carrying at her waist added a lot of heroism. Her big dark eyes rolled and said, "No...... I'm going to find Brother Lizhu and ask Brother Lizhu to persuade him not to come again? ”

"Hmph, what are you thinking about, Dad is not clear? Pack up your things, and I'll go back to the temple tomorrow to practice!" The old man shouted angrily.

"Daddy! School is still a week away, and you're in such a hurry to drive me away? I'd like to spend more time with you! The girl said coquettishly.

"Are you trying to stay with me?"

"Yes," said the girl, her mouth bulging playfully, "of course, if you could..."

"Alright, alright, I know." The old man sighed: "You and the pillar are childhood sweethearts, and they have a deep relationship. Dad also grew up watching the pillar, if you don't have an enlightened holy soul, marrying his father will not object, but now, absolutely! Right! No way! ”

"Daddy! I didn't say I had to marry Brother Zhuzi, but can you please not be so ......"

"Listen to me, Fairy." The old man interrupted again, "You're about to be promoted to two stars, you will definitely be able to do it before the age of 16, even if you put it in the royal capital, this is a high-level level, how can you marry a blacksmith who doesn't have the ability to enlighten the Holy Soul?"

Do you think Dad hates the poor and loves the rich? No, Dad is for your good, as long as you enlighten the Holy Soul, you can generally live to be a hundred years old without illness and disaster, if you cultivate to four stars, you can at least prolong your life for fifty years, what about the pillar? ”

"My mother is also a monk, and I am not married to an ordinary person." Zhou Xiaoxian whispered.

"What did you say?!"

"I didn't speak."

Zhou Laohan looked at his daughter, and his lips pursed: "That's different, it's different." Hey, how do you know your mother is a monk? ”

"You really think you can hide it, I'm so old, I already know that you have some secrets that I haven't told me." Zhou Xiaoxian said: "For example, one day every year, you will take some yellow paper, go to the back mountain alone, worship a deserted grave that is not my mother, and never take me to ......"

"Yellow paper? Back Mountain? Oops! Speaking of this, Zhou Laohan suddenly changed his color and got up, and said hurriedly: "What time is it today, Xiaoxian?" ”

Zhou Xiaoxian sighed: "18... bar. ”

“18？” Zhou Laohan turned his head and glanced at the clock, and saw that the time had already ticked past 12 o'clock, and his face suddenly became a little more ugly.

"Damn, the time to burn paper for the ancestor has been overdue for three days, and the young matchmaker is to blame!" He ran to the corner of the room, pulled out a stack of yellow paper, put on the hat hanging on the door, and hurried out.

"Stay at home, don't look for pillars!"

This sentence made Zhou Xiaoxian's eyes turn again, she went to the door and probed her brain for a moment, tentatively tiptoed out half a step, and stopped with some hesitation.

"Dad has never been so flustered. Yellow paper ...... Back Mountain ...... What is Ancestor? ”

"Brother Lizhu's side...... Ah! ”

In the mountain behind Zhoujia Village, Zhou Laohan carried the stack of yellow paper, walked like flying, climbed halfway up the mountain in just a few minutes, flowed past a piece of golden pear, and came to the public cemetery of Zhoujia Village.

Turning to the middle of the cemetery, Zhou Laohan's eager expression suddenly froze, rubbed his eyes, walked a few steps quickly, and stammered: "This? This is! Which one opened the ancestral grave?! ”

The grave where he had come to worship seemed to have been blasted at a certain point, with dirt scattered around the perimeter and a huge pit in the center!

Looking at the tomb, the coffin board that was broken from it, and the inside of the empty coffin, Zhou Laohan was struck by lightning: "Forget about the burial goods, even the bones of the ancestors...... Even the bones were stolen! How can I explain this to Xia Lan......"

muttered a few words, and he fell to his knees with a puff, stunned for a moment, and the old tears were all over the place!

"Xia Lan, I, Zhou Feng, am sorry for you! Not only was he disturbed by a young matchmaker who missed the time to burn paper for the ancestor, but he didn't look at the ancestor's grave before he could let the tomb robber pick it up......"

"No, no! At least get the bones of the ancestor back! Gotta get it back......"

At this moment, a yin wind suddenly blew behind Zhou Laohan's head, making his body tremble.

"Hee~ha~no~use~find~~"

"I'm ~ in~you~body~back~"

The voice of the ghost sounded near behind Zhou Laohan, weird and terrifying! Old Man Zhou's eyes swept over the surrounding graves and slowly turned around.

Rotten rag shoes.

Dirty big flower shroud.

Withered hands hooked up in front of the chest.

A face obscured by stray gray hair.

Faintly revealing crimson eyes!

Ghosts, ghosts?!!

"Gah-"

Zhou Laohan rolled his eyes and fell on his back.

"Huh? Feed! Scared? ”

"Hahaha......" Xia Yi brushed aside the white hair that blocked his face, and laughed at the frightened old man Zhou, "This little coward...... Hey! ”

Deftly jumping to the side, Xia Yi puffed his teeth, looked at the long sword that passed by and emitted cold light, and then looked at the girl who was afraid to tremble but tried to muster up courage and held the long sword, and a smile rose again on her slightly tense face.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

Zhou Xiaoxian's hand holding the sword tightened, and he asked rhetorically: "Shroud monster!" Are you a human or a ghost? ”

Hmm, shroud? Xia Yi smiled a little more on his face, and said as if he was dissatisfied: "Of course I am human. It's time for you to answer, what's your name? ”

"It's people." Zhou Xiaoxian breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Why are you dressed like this to scare my father!" ”

"The girl of the chicken thief, don't you just ask?"

Xia Yi shook his head, lowered his voice, and said as if he was saying some kind of secret, "I've been wearing it." Speaking of which, I have to ask you, why did my luxurious underground tomb become a lonely grave in the barren mountains and mountains, and why was the coffin board that opened when pushed firmly nailed? Is this a lack of humanity or a moral degradation? ”

Zhou Xiaoxian: ?

"Don't understand?" Xia Yi jumped back into the open grave, lay down smoothly in a coffin of a very suitable size, and closed his eyes.

"Your father is late to burn paper, so I crawled out to urge. Okay, I'll lie down and burn it. ”

(๑•.•๑)？ →╭(°A°`)╮！

When!

Zhou Xiaoxian's sword fell to the ground.

"Shroud monster! And say you're human?! ”

……

Less.

The choking smoke woke up Zhou Laohan.

In his hazy vision, he caught a pile of firelight, and after the firelight, his daughter Zhou Xiaoxian was adding yellow paper to it with a tense little face.

Oh, I'm dead.

Fairy is burning paper for me?

That's not right!

He sat up, "Xiaoxian? ”

"Dad, why are you awake!" Zhou Xiaoxian looked at it in a panic, or in horror?

Am I really dead? Zhou Laohan knocked his head, and gradually recalled what he saw before he fell unconscious: the grave of the ancestor was opened, the bones were stolen, and then I saw a ......

"Hiss......" gasped, Zhou Laohan looked around and muttered: "It's still on the graveyard, but that monster is gone, is it an illusion?" Hey, the body of the ancestor is still there...... The corpse of the ancestor...... It's still ...... At? ”

"Gah-"

Seeing that his father smoked again, Zhou Xiaoxian breathed a sigh of relief, and chanted while adding yellow paper to the fire: "The demons retreat, the demons retreat, there are no ghosts in the world, there are no ghosts ......"

Burning the last handful of paper with his eyes closed, Zhou Xiaoxian silently counted three counts, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the tomb, "The demons are scattered!" ”

However, the 'Shroud Monster' was still lying in the coffin, smiling at her, revealing his white front teeth.

Not to mention, the shroud monster has white beard, white eyebrows and white hair on the surface, but there are few folds on his face when he laughs, and he has a strange charm.

But she wasn't in the mood to pay attention to that.

With a deflated mouth, Zhou Xiaoxian let out a soft cry, turned around and picked up Zhou Laohan and ran!

The body of a small girl of eighty pounds, but her strength is extraordinary, and a man who is carrying a hundred and twenty pounds does not delay running away at all!

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared on the mountain road.

Xia Yi jumped out of the tomb at this time, picked up the long sword that Zhou Xiaoxian threw away in a hurry, took out half of it and looked at it, and then inserted it back with a bang, and then picked up the hat that Zhou Laohan had dropped, buckled it on his head, and an illusory light curtain appeared and disappeared in front of him.

"Back in the world, it's still a blue sky."

"The bloodline of the Xia family has never been severed."

"That's nice."

Shroud and white hair swayed in the breeze, and Xia Yi closed his eyes and breathed greedily in the air.

A wisp of fireless ash drifted into his nostrils.

"Ho-ho ~ Ah sneeze!!"