The eldest lady said that on the night of the tragic death of the eighth young master, the two met in a dream.

She wanted to go with him, but the eighth boy resolutely refused. The eighth young master said that it was too cold and lonely underground, and he couldn't bear her to suffer like this.

However, he really wanted to spend his life with her, and the best way was to borrow her yang soul and wander with him in the netherworld.

The Eighth Young Master said that one year in the Yang Realm is worth ten years in the underworld, and after a hundred years, she will be able to return her soul to the Yang. At that moment, she agreed.

The Eighth Young Master continued that since Master Zhou married her to others, he felt hopeless, so he went to customize a coffin in case of emergency. But the owner of the coffin shop noticed his abnormality, so he secretly told Master Sun about his hidden portrait under the coffin.

And the naked portraits were pieced together by Master Sun by inviting a famous painter to use the means of "transferring flowers and grafting trees". The intention was to deepen the enmity between the two families and make the eighth young master die.

Speaking of this, the eldest lady smiled evilly.

There was a wave of hatred in her eyes, and she said that the matter of cutting out the hearts and throats of those twenty or thirty people was all done by herself, and she insisted on letting the Eighth Young Master attach herself to her body and use ghost power to hurt her.

The eldest lady said that on the wedding night, although she handed over to her husband was a virgin, in the Netherworld, she and the Eighth Young Master had already had the joy of fish and water, so there was half a point of yin and evil in the blood and bones.

She instructed that after her death, she must be buried with the Eighth Young Master, and in the Eighth Young Master's coffin, the bottom of the coffin and the top of the coffin contain portraits of the two of them. She hopes that future generations will enshrine their portraits.

At the end, she looked at her husband with tears in her eyes, hoping for his forgiveness.

Before she swallowed, she said with a smile on her face, "Last life, I came to look for you."

The eldest lady's husband is not inferior to the eighth young master's love for the eldest lady. He granted all the requests of the eldest lady.

Later, with the consent of the Sun family, the two families carried out the remains of the eighth young master and buried them together.

And from the coffin of the eighth young master, two portraits were indeed taken out. At the bottom of the coffin is the eighth young master, and at the top of the coffin is the eldest lady.

For a century, the two portraits looked at each other infatuatedly.

After listening to the story told by the old man, the three of us were all deeply moved.

In those years full of misfortune and struggle, the coldness of human nature and the shackles of etiquette were vividly interpreted. When patches of blood like fire splashed freely on the ground, all the pain was over.

The characters in the story are not difficult to guess, the woman behind the shrine is both the eldest lady and the grandmother of the old man, and the man next to her is the eighth young master.

I remembered something and asked, "Grandpa Yan, a few years ago, I heard that the secretary of your village passed away unexplained. And the students in our class who live in Potato Bay Village don't dare to say a word about it, I don't know why.

The old man let out a long breath, shook his head slowly, and said, "He didn't deserve to die......

"Could it be that the god's grandmother killed her?"

My eyes widened and I couldn't hold back.

My mother slapped me hard and scolded: You little, what are you talking about?

The old man raised his hand, restrained my mother's blame, and said, "Yes, you guessed right, my grandmother did it."

Sister Yun pursed her lips and asked in a low voice: Why?

The old man looked at the blue sky outside the window, rubbed his hands, and said: After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Sun family fell into the middle of the road and sold this house to my grandfather, and our family moved here. That village party secretary is indeed a good cadre who works diligently for the people. However, he has a shortcoming, he is too assertive. At that time, after the villagers became rich, they demolished the old house and built a new house at his request, and the house built was a two-story house with a uniform style and color. We consulted my grandmother in a dream, and she was adamant that the house would not be demolished. When we told the village secretary what my grandmother meant, he laughed and ignored him. In fact, before we told him, many people in the village had warned him that the Yan family would never move. That day, he brought people to demolish my old house, and when they finished cutting down an old tree outside my house, he suddenly died as if he had been struck by lightning. Since then, in our village, no one has the courage to talk about the Yan family. My grandmother ...... after all The ferocity on his body is too heavy.

The old man paused, and continued: The second main room on the west side is where the second grandmother lived before. My grandmother hated it so much that she made me seal it in black paint in my dreams. The grandmother said that this would suppress the ghost of the second grandmother and make it difficult for her to die in the underworld.

My mother smiled and asked, "Uncle Yan, how can we save the two of them from disaster?"

The old man nodded, and said softly: "Don't panic, niece, I just called my two grandsons at school and asked them to go home immediately."

My mother was puzzled and asked: Didn't you ask the grandmother of the god to help?

The old man said: Don't bother my grandmother, my two grandchildren can handle it.

Sister Yun and I were intertwined, in addition to being confused or confused.

My mother took the trouble to ask again: Uncle Yan, what should you do when your grandson comes back?

The old man's calm face did not show a trace of ripples, and he said lightly: Plating yin.

"Plating?"

I thought I had misheard and muttered.

My mother didn't ask any more questions, and although she sat quietly, her eyes were full of worry.

Unconsciously, it reminded me of a major event related to my life and death.

In the third month after I was born, I was in a critical state of shock due to a catastrophic dehydration caused by eating spoiled milk powder.

At that time, it can be said that life and death were hanging by a thread, and life and death were difficult.

My anxious parents first took me to a small clinic in the village for help.

As a small village-level health center, they are really powerless. So, they urged my parents to rush me to the hospital in the town.

When I was born, it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and at the time of this great tribulation, it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Heaven seems to be playing a joke on the croppers, wanting the farmer's children to start at noon and end in the middle of the night.

However, no matter how big the sky is, it is not as big as the love my parents have for me.

It is more than six or seven kilometers from the village to the town hospital. That night, there were no stars or moon in the sky, and it was pitch black between heaven and earth.

Along the way, I was only able to calm down when my mom hugged me, and when my dad hugged me, I cried.

Later, whenever my mother talked about it, she would lament that I was only three months old, but I was able to distinguish between my parents.

No one knows what they have endured on this long, cold, dark journey. I don't dare to think about it, I can't bear to think about it.

That night, a weak and haggard woman, with a keen heart to save me, hugged the fire of life flickering and dimming, and walked a difficult road that ordinary people could not do.

I was pulled back from the ghost gate.

The doctor who rescued me said, "If this child comes a little later, you will have to prepare for the future."

My parents gave me more than one life. The love my parents gave me was far more than a lifetime.

About an hour later, two young men and women in their prime hurried from the front yard.

The boy is tall and handsome, and the girl is graceful and charming. The two are somewhat similar to the eldest lady in the painting.

The girl pouted and shouted as she ran: Grandpa, what's the matter with calling me back in such a hurry? Do I have an exam in the afternoon?

The boy next to him smiled and said, "Just you talk a lot, how long have we not seen grandpa?" How nice is it to come back?

When the girl heard this, she punched the boy and ran towards the hall with a smile on her face.

The old man stood up, and we stood up with him. His eyes narrowed, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said loudly: Yan Yang Yan Yue, you two come over quickly.

When they ran into the inner hall and saw that there were people present, they laughed and looked at the three of us in surprise.

It is not difficult to see from their unfamiliar looks that few people come to this mansion of the Yan family.

What is unusual is that at noon when the temperature is hot, the two of them each have a thick coat on their bodies, as if they are afraid of cold and light.

And when I looked at it carefully, I found that their eyes were shining with a cold gray color, the kernels of their eyes were a little blue, and the whites of their eyes were a little yellow, which was very different from ordinary people.

The old man briefly introduced the three of us, and got straight to the point: Back then, your grandfather Zhao saved his grandfather's life, and our Yan family knew about Entu. So, call you both back.

Yan Yang glanced at Sister Yun, blushing and smiling shyly. And when Yan Yue looked at me, she looked reluctant, and that feeling was like when she met me on a blind date, she missed her eyes and was full of despair.

The old man looked at Sister Yun and Yan Yang, his eyes were full of solemnity, and said, "You two should come in with me first."