"This is my storage ring, and even though it doesn't contain anything, it's a little bit of my heart."

The housekeeper took down the storage ring in his hand at this time, and then put it in Qin Ming's hand.

"I can't ask for anything from you." Qin Ming subconsciously refused.

"If you don't want to, someone else will take it from my corpse, so why live up to my heart."

Hearing what the housekeeper said, Qin Ming put the storage ring into his pocket with red eyes.

Seeing that Qin Ming accepted it, the housekeeper showed a slightly relieved smile, and then took out the storage ring that Yi Chuanchen handed over to him.

"You can take this.

After this matter is completely over, I will hand it over to Young Master Dong. ”

Qin Ming looked at the storage ring in the butler's hand, just looking at the appearance, it was quite different from the one he was wearing, like a jade wrench, crystal clear.

Seeing Qin Ming put the ring away, the housekeeper didn't pay attention anymore, and walked towards the door at this time.

"Eber."

Qin Ming suddenly called him.

The butler turned his head, a kind smile appeared on his face again, and said gently:

"The family is here, there is a place for me as a housekeeper, and when the family is scattered, my housekeeper is a superfluous person.

It's a long road, and there is always someone who goes first.

If you have the opportunity, you can tell Young Master Shaodong that his father really loves him. ”

The butler's voice was still ringing in Qin Ming's ears, but when he looked over again, he had already lost that sturdy figure in front of the door.

6 o'clock in the morning.

Qin Ming and the others were already standing on the top of this Yiyang Mountain.

The altar that stands in the air is surrounded by a whirlwind of winds, which turn like bells, passing from the inside out, making a pleasant jingle.

Yi Chuanchen stood at the front, flanked by the three elders and housekeepers of the family, and then a few direct elders, and then Yi Shaodong and other direct juniors.

As for the patriarchs of the side lineage, as well as the elders, they were all behind the direct line, and the number was more than ten times more than that of the direct line.

Qin Ming and An Zili stood on the inconspicuous side of the altar, and on the other side were the representatives of each family.

The number of people is not very large, and there are only twenty people in total, and they all look preoccupied at this time, obviously worried about their family's situation.

And on their side, in addition to a few people carrying sacrifices, there were three men in black suits.

Except for one of the three with an expression on his face, the other two stood straight and straight like wooden people, without even blinking their eyes.

Just by looking at the dress, you know that it must be someone sent by the academy. I can't imagine that the sneaky ones that were killed by him and An Zili yesterday were also controlled by these three people.

Qin Ming didn't dare to stare at them for too long, let alone attract their attention, so he quickly withdrew his gaze and put it back on watching the ancestor worship ceremony.

Because the customs and traditions are different in different places, the form of ancestor worship is also different.

He has never seen such a way of worshipping ancestors like the Yi family. This is because the sacrifices are not made by livestock such as pigs and sheep, but by a bucket of blood donated by family members.

and ten paper figurines that are somewhat funny.

And those paper figures were not burned, but relied on Yi Chuanchen to urge spiritual power, making them fly around the altar, as if they were going to climb to the end of the sky through the altar.

Then, Yi Chuanchen poured the large bucket of blood on the altar, and everyone knelt down in unison, looking up at the sky and shouting.

Qin Ming didn't hear the content of the shout clearly, as if it was disturbed by the surrounding wind, causing an invisible wind wall to form around the altar, isolating the sound from coming out.

"Does your head hurt again?"

Seeing that Qin Ming began to squeeze his temples again, An Zili couldn't help but ask with some concern.

"It doesn't matter, maybe I haven't had any rest lately."

Qin Ming didn't want An Zili to worry, and besides, in addition to the headache, he also found the source of the attraction he felt before.

It was from the top of the mountain, or rather, from the altar that towered into the sky.

It's just that he doesn't understand, what can attract him to an altar?

But to say it's useless, the feeling is unusually strong.

"It's really evil."

Qin Ming didn't dare to get too close to the altar, because with that attraction that led him over, there was also a feeling that made him panic.

It was as if there was a devouring demon hiding in that altar, luring him there.

An Zili felt that Qin Ming was uneasy, so he asked again uncertainly:

"Are you really okay?"

"Well, don't worry."

Seeing that Qin Ming didn't want to say more, An Zili nodded and didn't ask again.

The eyes of the two fell on the altar again, because of the wind wall, so at this moment, they could not even hear the muffled shouts that had come from it before.

However, I can clearly see the expressions and movements of Yi Chuanchen and others.

Everyone closed their mouths at this time, as if they were listening to what Yi Chuanchen said, and then, everyone's expressions changed, especially some older people, their expressions became even more excited. It seems that he had an argument with Yi Chuanchen.

It took more than half an hour for the wall of wind that had originally shrouded the altar to disperse.

At this time, looking at the Yi family members in those altars, most of them had red eyes, and some of them had different expressions.

"You've been waiting for a long time."

Yi Chuanchen asked the rest of the people to retreat, leaving him alone to stand in the center of the altar.

Qin Ming and An Zili looked at Yi Shaodong in the crowd at this time, and found that Yi Shaodong was sobbing with his head down.

"Tung Brother ......"

An Zili only knows a lot about the affairs of the Yi family, so he doesn't know why Yi Shaodong, who was strong and optimistic in the past, has such a moment of loss of soul.

"I'll tell you when I get back."

An Zili nodded, his eyes still full of worry.

"Today is the day of the Yi family's ancestors, but I, Yi Chuanchen, have no face to face the ancestors who died underground.

You trust me and pass on the family to me, but I can't afford to take on the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the family, so that the family has ended up like this, and I can't escape the blame.

Coupled with the stubborn nature of the child Yi Shaodong, he has not changed his teachings, and he has repeatedly regarded the rules left by his ancestors as nothing, and I have been retreating and retreating because of his outstanding talent, and I refuse to be punished according to the ancestral teachings.

I am afraid that he will act radically and cause disaster to the family in the future, so from now on, Yi Shaodong will no longer be my Yi Chuanchen's son, and his name will not remain in the family tree. ”

Yi Shaodong knelt on the ground with a "plop", and then began to kowtow to Yi Chuanchen vigorously, and refused to get up no matter how persuaded by the people next to him.

Yi Chuanchen couldn't bear to look at Yi Shaodong, but said again:

"My Yi family's direct line is withering at the moment, but the side line is getting stronger and stronger, and the people are thriving, but because of the constraints on the direct line, it is difficult to develop better.

So I decided to disband the Yi family, and I never had a direct side again. ”

"Head of the house!"

"Why are you so troubled?"

“……”

Yi Chuanchen's words made many people cry, and the people from various families were also shocked when they heard it, and they were all informing the people in the family about this matter.

"You don't need to persuade me, I've made up my mind."

After Yi Chuanchen finished speaking, he was reluctant to glance at Yi Shaodong, who was still kneeling, and then he let out a long roar, and then the wind was like thunder, setting off a storm.

Everyone was blown away by the strong wind, and when the wind and waves dissipated, Yi Chuanchen had already melted in the wind.