Above the thief sky, the full moon was slightly offset, but it was still hanging high above the nine heavens, unstoppable.

In the distance, a large black cloud gradually approached, driven by the evening wind.

But in the blink of an eye, the black clouds closed the moon, blocking the brilliance of the bright moon above the thief sky.

So, in an instant, the starlight was hidden, and the moonlight was dim.

"This black cloud came at the right time. Mu Chen stood under the old locust tree in his backyard and said with a smile.

The wind rose and fell, and after Mu Chen finished speaking, he drove the flying stiff that was more than fifty zhang high and gradually approached the black and oppressive clouds, and after a while, it made it disappear.

In the shared vision, Mu Chen looked down on this ancient family tomb through layers of black clouds.

The family tomb is not small, and the patriarchs and elders of the tribal tribe for thousands of years are buried. And the small earthen bags that are slightly raised and have stone tablets standing on the side are the shelters of the ancestors.

Mu Chen counted slightly, and couldn't help but sigh for a while, these small dirt bags of different sizes were a full five hundred.

These patriarchs and clan elders of the past generations have led their clansmen to stand on this land of southern Xinjiang, and until today, the tribe of more than 4,000 people does not know how much blood and sweat has been sprinkled in it. How many of them are like Gu Ling and the two clan elders who sacrificed their lives for the tribe.

Thinking of this, Mu Chen couldn't help but be in awe in his heart.

The ancients had clouds, and they stood on the tombs of their ancestors for a long time, which was regarded as disrespectful. Mu Chen naturally knew this truth. After hurriedly glancing at the overall plan of the clan tomb below, Mu Chen found an inconspicuous dark corner and controlled the flying stiffness to fall quickly.

The distance of fifty zhang is not high, but it cannot be considered low. Although Mu Chen's flying zombie was only five and a half feet, it was not tall, and it was not as tall as the nine-foot flying zombie that was buried under his feet at this time. But the flying stiffness turned by this old gentleman also weighed more than 100 catties.

When he fell to the ground in an instant, he didn't make much noise, which made Mu Chen secretly surprised.

Mu Chen breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and saw that there was no one around, so he used his hands and feet to drive the flying stiffness who had entered the clan tomb at this time, leaning on the shadows of the ancestors' tombs, and touching towards the tombs where Gu Ling and the two clan elders were.

Every time he passed a tomb, Mu Chen would drive Fei Fei to give the owner of each tomb a deep bow.

After carefully walking a few hundred steps, Mu Chen saw a wisp of green smoke rising not far away through the shared vision.

"Presumably, that must be the tomb of the patriarch's grandfather and the two clan elders. The first seven nights have arrived, and it is estimated that the wisps of green smoke are caused by Gu Wan and the close relatives of the two clan elders who are burning tin foil, paper money and other spiritual objects. Mu Chen thought in his heart.

The cat walked forward more than a hundred steps in a roundabout way, and went around to the side where everyone was, and its body was hidden in the shadow backlight of a tomb and stopped moving.

At this time, Gu Yun was still wearing linen clothes and a filial piety hat, kneeling in front of Gu Ling's grave. In front of her was a copper basin with a large amount of tin foil burning in it.

Gu Yun's side is the Lian mackerel who was punished here for 7749 days of filial piety. At this time, he sat there obediently, with his head bowed, and threw tin foil money into the golden basin one by one.

Mu Chen under the old locust tree rubbed his eyes meaningfully, a little unable to believe the scene in front of him. He thought that even if Lian Yu didn't make trouble here, he would definitely have his young master's shelf, how could he willingly burn incense for the patriarch's grandfather!

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon! Mu Chen squinted his eyes, and his face suddenly became much more solemn.

"Xiao Chen, what's wrong?" asked Hong Zhao on the side.

"Sister Hongzhao, let me tell you that Lian Yu is obediently kneeling in front of the patriarch's grandfather's tomb at this time, burning paper money for him, do you believe it or not?"

"How is it possible, it's a blessing that bad guy didn't make trouble, Xiao Chen, you can't be mistaken. Hong Zhao obviously didn't believe Mu Chen's words.

Mu Chen sneered and said, "It seems that there are a lot of cats in it." There are only two ways to get a person to do something he is extremely unwilling to do. One is to use his weakness to coerce him into submission, and the other is ......"

"What's the second one?" asked Hong Zhao curiously.

"The second is to give him enough benefits to blush!" Mu Chen said meaningfully.

"Benefits? Did the Lian Sheng patriarch promise him benefits for not causing trouble?"

Mu Chen shook his head.

As soon as Hong Zhao was about to speak, Mu Chen turned over, raised his index finger and put it on Hong Zhao's mouth, and then said softly: "Shh, the people from the three cities are here, Sister Hong Zhao, I want to focus on controlling that flying stiff." ”

Mu Chen was only a foot away from Hong Zhao when he spoke, and the moment his index finger touched her, with the airflow spit out by Mu Chen's boo word, by mistake, it blew directly on the root of the ear, and Hong Zhao suddenly felt a numbness all over his body, and instantly red through the entire ear.

After Mu Chen finished speaking, his mind focused on the shared vision, and he naturally didn't pay attention to how Hong Zhao was.

I saw that at this time, Lin Baiyuan was at the head, and the two old men of Tiancheng Pei and Boyi Bokao of the dungeon were standing on both sides. Xiang Gu Wan and Na Lian Yu didn't know what they were talking about.

Mu Chen's hands were sealed, and he read lightly in his mouth: "Condensation Secret Technique - Hearing Sharing!"

As Mu Chen's group of magic seals was formed, the runes on his face flashed with golden light, and through the stiff ears, Lin Baiyuan's voice came into his ears: "Yun'er, didn't you talk to your uncle before." It's been the first seven nights, why don't you ...... yet?"

Gu Yun stood up, bowed to Lin Baiyuan, and said, "If you follow what your uncle said, will grandpa still be grandpa?"

Lin Baiyuan was stunned when he heard this, and then said with a smile: "Silly girl, of course it is." ”

Gu Yun sat back and continued to burn the paper money, and just when Lin Baiyuan was about to speak, Gu Yun said, "Uncle, it's good to wait for me to finish burning these things for my grandfather." ”

Lin Baiyuan nodded and said, "Then I'll be looking for you in half an hour." ”

After speaking, he walked towards the thatched hut not far away. The two old men of the dungeon shook their heads helplessly, and then followed behind Lin Baiyuan.

The conversation between the two made Mu Chen as confused as a second monk. Just as he was about to ponder it carefully, Master Pei of Tiancheng spoke: "Lian Yu, you come with me." ”

Master Pei's tone of voice was a little soft, not like the reprimanding of Lian Sheng that day.

The two walked to a secluded place, just not far from Mu Chen's flying stiffness, and the footsteps of the two were very clear.

"I've been wronged these days. Master Pei put one hand on Lian Yu's shoulder and said softly.

"Dad, it's not hard. Lian Yu shook his head and said.

Mu Chen, who shouted "Dad" from Lian Yu, was almost choked to death by his own saliva!