For as long as I can remember, people who come to my house have walked on their knees.

As soon as I entered the door, I would kneel on the ground and kowtow three times, and when I took a step, I would kneel on the ground and kowtow three times, until I knelt in front of my grandfather, which was much more sacred than the three bows and nine bows.

There were all kinds of people who came to my grandfather.

Every time my grandfather sat on the mahogany chair with his eyes closed, he wouldn't look at anyone and would just ask, "Tell me, what's the matter!" ”

The people who came said very strange things, like they had given birth to snakes, they had been attacked by ghosts, they had gone crazy and bitten people, and even some of the dead people came to my grandfather.

Every time those people finished speaking, as long as the grandfather nodded, the people who came would kowtow and thank him, but if he shook his head, the people who came would cry and shout.

Later, I heard that my grandfather was the living king of Hades, and that as long as he nodded, the dead could be brought back to life.

This continued until the year I was born.

That day, my grandfather suddenly said that he was going to move out, and the whole village was boiling.

All the people in the village gathered around the door, kneeling on the ground and refusing to get up, begging my grandfather not to move away.

Some of them knelt at the door for two days and two nights, some directly knocked their heads out of blood, and some children fainted directly.

But no matter what they did, my grandfather remained indifferent and directed the uncle in the family to collect things.

For three days in a row, my family had almost packed up their things, and just as I was about to go out, the villagers outside rushed in like crazy.

Some of them pulled my grandfather's clothes to prevent him from leaving, and some of them just turned out the things we had packed up and put them back on.

Others went even further, threatening my family with knives and killing our whole family if they moved out.

My uncle has always had a hot temper, seeing these people so unreasonable, his face was black and blue with anger, he turned out a rusty bronze sword, and waved it at those people and scolded: "Fuck, if you dare to move again, don't blame me for being rude, I have to kill a few people even if I go to prison today!" ”

This shout was deafening, and everyone present was stunned and stayed in place and did not dare to move.

Grandpa sighed, shook his head, brushed aside my uncle, glanced at everyone coldly, turned around and walked into the house.

Seeing that the old man had returned to the house, the villagers looked at me one by one, and I looked at you, and retreated with people in a gloomy manner.

But they didn't dare to leave, and took turns guarding my door.

Just when it was getting dark, a man rushed to my house and shouted, "Living Hades, this is what you owe us, if you dare to leave, we will not let you go!" ”

My grandfather happened to come out of the house, and when he saw the man, his eyes were slightly cold, and he said lightly: "I can not leave, but don't come to me again from now on!" ”

When the man heard this, his face turned pale, and when he withdrew, he called the people who were guarding outside away.

Since then, no one has come to our family, and our two uncles have been kicked out of the house, leaving only me and my grandfather in the house.

Later, I heard from my second uncle that my grandfather decided to wash his hands in a golden basin for my sake, drive them out, and never do this business again.

Speaking of this, we have to start from 30 years ago.

Although our family is not a famous family, it has always been very prestigious in this area, and our ancestors have been doing this business for more than ten generations.

However, our family had to move all the time for some special reasons.

I came here thirty years ago.

In the second year that Grandpa came here, he was honored as the Living Hades, and his prestige here was extremely high, as long as he spoke, no one dared to refute, as long as he commanded, no one dared to deal with it, and he must do his best to get things done.

If there are any strange things in this area, they are all looking for my grandfather, as long as my grandfather agrees to make a move, the dead can become the living.

As a result, the name of the Living Yama King is getting louder and louder.

Grandpa has been here for thirty years, and when the deadline for us to move is reached, there is no way to leave if we don't move.

Speaking of this, I don't know the specific reason for it, I only know that my grandfather did it for me.

I don't know when it began, our family's fortune has not been very good, from my grandfather's generation of five brothers, to my father's here, there are only two men left, and when I come here, there is only one seedling left.

If you don't relocate, you can only wash your hands in a golden basin, otherwise you will be retributed.

My grandfather had three sons, my father died when I was born, the uncle was Wu Changsheng, the uncle was Wu Kunyuan, and my name was Wu Yazi, this name has a special meaning when I heard my uncle.

Jiang Ziya, Jiang Ziya, our family and the Jiang family have a deep past, my name is Jiang Ziya's Ziya two words upside down, my grandfather said that I am the one who can subvert the fate of our family.

After Grandpa washed his hands, he spent most of the time on me.

When I was born, I was only the size of a raccoon cat, and I couldn't drink milk when I was born, and when I was a child, I used to sleep all day, without eating or drinking, as if I was in a coma.

Later, my grandfather took me with him and hugged me when he slept and ate.

Strange to say, since my grandfather took care of me, my health has been getting better day by day.

However, although my body was better, before I was ten years old, my legs were weak, so my grandfather made me a wheelchair and pushed me to the forest every day to collect medicine.

My dad died young, and my mom saw that I didn't talk or smile day by day, so she thought about taking me back to take care of me.

But after saying it several times, my grandfather sent it away with just one sentence.

He said, "If you bring this baby back, you won't be able to live!" ”

My mom didn't believe me, and once pushed me out when my grandfather wasn't looking.

But what I didn't expect was that as soon as I got out of the forest, my whole body began to convulse, and my eyes began to roll, so frightened that my mother hurriedly sent me back.

From then on, my mom never mentioned it again.

In this way, I grew up under the care of my grandfather.

In the winter when I was ten years old, my grandfather was just sixty-five years old, and our birthday was the same day, and he happened to be fifty-five years older than me.

That year my grandfather took me inside a dark cave and took my wheelchair away and left me in it all night.

Strange to say, not only did I not feel cold that night, but I also felt very comfortable.

I always felt like something was pressing on me, but that night I slowly felt more relaxed, and the next morning, my grandfather came to pick me up and told me to go out.

My legs seemed to heal all of a sudden, and I didn't feel that pressure anymore when I stood up.

After that, my grandfather started to take me around and teach me how to exorcise evil spirits.