"That's a candlestick, don't look at it, there will be something you want to learn in the future, come in first." Yin Qingyang looked back at me in front and said.

I looked back at the room again, this room is a lot bigger, I feel that it is one size bigger than the room on the left of the hall outside, there is a wire bed in the corner of the room, and there is no furniture in the whole inside, but there is something placed next to the wire bed, which is a bit too eye-catching, and it is actually a coffin.

The wire bed and the coffin were lined up in a row, and in addition to these two things in the room, on the right wall, hung a portrait, which looked to be at least a hundred years old, a veritable antique portrait.

There is a confession under the portrait, about one meter and two high, and there is an incense burner in the middle of the confession, with seven incense sticks inserted on it, and some fruits and the like on both sides, all of which are placed in the kind of enamel plate.

In addition to these things, all that was left in the entire room was a broken sofa that was unbearable to look at and the wooden coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Third Master, what are you calling me to do here?" I couldn't help my curiosity and asked.

"Did I call you over......" Yin Qingyang sat directly on the broken sofa, but looked at me and said.

And most of my eyes are looking at the coffin, the kind of old man who is about to die, naturally he has already seen through life and death, and when it is time to leave, he likes to put such a coffin in his own house, and when he wants to swallow his breath, he will climb in directly, or take a few more pills or something, and spend it directly in one breath, and his life will be over.

As Yin Qingyang said, this is really not what he called me over, it was because I couldn't sleep at night, so I ran over in a daze, and the curiosity about this old shop in my heart was too heavy, and the father of this shop mentioned it to me a few times, as well as Mao Erxian and Mao Sanjiao, all of whom value this Panjiayuan shop very much, if the old guy in this lacks something, no matter what it is, as long as he opens his mouth, he will do everything he can to get it.

When Yin Qingyang asked me like this, I could only smile awkwardly, and then said: "Third Master, you see that you have been buying it for so long, and the words you said earlier are all related to me, just tell me about it." ”

After I finished speaking, Yin Qingyang smiled at me kindly, but it still looked a little scary, and then I saw him patting the sofa next to him and said: "Sit, don't stand, I can't finish talking for a while, if you come a month late, you shouldn't be able to see me, forget it, I don't have much time left......"

An old man who was about to see Lord Yama talked to me like this, and I really didn't know how to answer, and I suddenly felt a little at a loss.

"Third uncle, don't say that, life is too short and things are impermanent, in case Lord Yama doesn't accept you, just come back." I started to talk nonsense, a bit of a train, and I really didn't know how to pick him up.

"Well, what you said is right, Lord Yama really can't accept me, I've been shaking my mouth for most of my life, and if I go to him, I will definitely reap the sin of tongue, so it's better for me to change to a cleaner place." Unexpectedly, Yin Qingyang actually nodded, and then looked at the coffin on the other side of the wire bed and said.

"Where are you going?" As soon as he said this, I immediately asked curiously.

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say, when you get to that day, you will naturally know, call you in, just thinking about our faction, we can't cut off the descendants, this is a great disrespect to the ancestor, originally with the talent of your brothers, there are only two people who can inherit the mantle of the ancestor." Yin Qingyang looked at me with that very deep look and said.

"Who?" I asked.

"You and Xiaoba, Xiaoba inherited the mantle of your Mao family, so naturally there is no chance of what the ancestor left behind, the situation is too complicated, do you know that your surname is not the same as the ancestral Mao family." Yin Qingyang said something that made my brain mess up, and suddenly everything felt so unreal.

"Third Master, you go on, I'll listen." I can only follow Yin Qingyang's thinking now.

"You first remember, your current Mao family lineage, this Mao character is Maoshan Mao, not Mao, and your father was abandoned at the foot of Maoshan when he was a baby. Yin Qingyang continued, and his eyes began to drift a little, as if he was recalling the scene of the year.

Yin Qingyang also seemed to know that after saying this, I needed a little time to digest it, so he stopped first.

And my head can't stop, no one has ever mentioned these things to me, even Mao Erxian and Mao Sanzhi have not talked about it, and I even have a little doubt that they know how much they know.

First of all, no matter which family, when it is passed from top to bottom, it is unlikely that there will be no branches, because the older generation of people, but there is no family planning, they are all more powerful than who has more children, so the average family must have a lot of cousins, cousins, aunts and grandmothers.

And our Mao family does not have these at all, except for our father, there are no collateral relatives, at first glance, it feels a bit like a fault line from my father's generation.

I used to think that the reason why I don't have collateral relatives is that my dad belongs to the single generation, which is some kind of seventh-generation single-handed or eight-generation single-handed or something.

But today I didn't know that the origin of my surname really originated in Maoshan, in the past, because my father and second brother told me about these old guys, but I didn't talk deeply, I couldn't imagine that as soon as Yin Qingyang's words came out, I didn't even know what my surname was, which really became a very ridiculous thing.

"Your father's talent back then, he was really a genius, but he was dissolute by nature, and he naturally couldn't stay in Maoshan, and later after meeting the drug maniac, the two of them went to the ancient tomb all day long, at that time, Maoshan was suppressed, and it was almost extinct, alas...... Not only live the days of eating the last meal but not the next meal, but also be careful of the prying eyes of those dark forces, until now, the things we guard, there are many people who are thinking about it, I thought that when I left, I would take those things away, and the rest was left in this world, and I was harmed by people with ill intentions, but just in time for me to leave, you came......" Yin Qingyang's expression is very complicated now, and his lonely eyes are a little heartbroken.

"Drug maniac?" Yin Qingyang's every sentence was engraved in the bottom of my heart, and when he said that he was a medicine maniac, I was also stunned, I have heard this title more than once in this time.

(End of chapter)