Late at night, the Huang family's mansion.

At this time, the courtyard of the Huang family's house, up and down, was full of oil lamps made of yellow paper talismans.

Every courtyard and corner of the house is covered with paper symbols.

In the lobby of the inner courtyard, on a huge and extravagant altar, there is a portrait of Huang Yang before his death.

In the photo, he has a handsome face and a light smile.

However, the photo with a black and white background represents that in this world, his Huangyang no longer exists.

The head of the family, Huang Baiming, dressed in a gray-yellow robe and carrying his hands behind his back, stood in front of the portrait of his eldest son.

His face was calm, and his eyes were fixed on the black-and-white photograph of his son.

He was rich and noble in life, and he will enjoy all blessings after death.

The superstitious customs of the Jiangnan region, the seventeenth day after the death of the deceased, is the first seven.

On this day, the souls of the deceased will return home. Say goodbye to loved ones.

Although it is superstition, although it is feudal.

However, he Huang Baiming also has to do it, and it is very beautiful!

An old Taoist priest holds a talisman in his hand and recites the scriptures.

The Taoist priest is a Taoist who was invited from Zhongnan Mountain, and he is the best Taoist priest.

Everything, just to give the deceased to enjoy the blessing of ten thousand people, even if it is superborn, it must be above ten thousand people.

"Mr. Huang, the time has come, and you can summon the spirit." The old Taoist priest held the peachwood sword in his hand and slowly stepped forward and bowed.

Huang Baiming's eyes were calm and deep, and he nodded slowly.

Set up a ladder.

The ten-meter-high ladder was erected in front of the courtyard of the Huang family's house.

Huang Baiming stepped on the ladder step by step.

According to customs and superstitions, in the middle of the night, the parents or relatives of the deceased should climb the stairs and shout the name of the deceased at the door of their homes to guide the deceased on Huangquan Road.

"Yang'er."

Huang Baiming stood on top of the ten-meter-high ladder, opened his mouth in a deep and solemn manner, and shouted to the night sky.

"Yang'er, go home." Second tone.

"Yang'er, go home! As a father, I will avenge you! ”

The third tone!

At this moment, the entire Huang family's mansion, from the inside to the outside, the crowd of black and oppressive people came to participate in the first seven ceremonies of Yang Gongzi.

A sea of people, all with solemn faces and bowed their heads.

Salute the spirits of the dead of Huang Yang.

"The hour has come, burn the clothes." The old Taoist priest held a peachwood sword and pointed at the void.

Dozens of boxes of clothes for the deceased were carried out of the yard.

These are all Huang Yang's clothes before his death.

Each piece is a top luxury brand. Dozens of boxes of clothing are worth tens of millions.

But at this time tonight, all of them will be set on fire and burned out.

Huang Baiming personally sprinkled gasoline and then lit the flames.

The raging flames burned the clothes, sending a pungent stench into the air.

But everyone present was silent, and everyone stood quietly, staring at the burning flame.

Huang Baiming stood there with a calm gaze. In his eyes, the shadow of a fiery flame was reflected.

The second son, Huang Fei, stood behind him, his eyes were Zhuozhuo, staring at the flames tightly.

This is the clothes of the eldest brother before his death. After everything is burned out, the name of the eldest brother will completely disappear from the world, and only the genealogy can leave the testimony of his name.

And he, Huang Fei, will be the next generation of the Huang family, the real heir.

Huang Fei took a step forward and came to his father's side.

"Dad, tomorrow, I will go with you and kill Xu Feng."

Father Huang Baiming put his hands behind his back, and in his faint eyes, there seemed to be fireworks flickering.

"You stay. Injured. ”

His words were calm and simple. But, with a command.

"But......" Huang Fei seemed to want to say something more.

"Needless to say, tomorrow you stay at home." His father, Huang Baiming, didn't give him a chance to speak again, and vetoed it.

Huang Fei didn't dare to say more, so he could only bow and retreat.

The flames are still burning.

Huang Baiming suddenly turned around and shouted to the old butler, "Uncle Yun, follow me." ”

The old housekeeper Huang Yun moved his old body and slowly followed behind the head of the family.

Huang Baiming took the old housekeeper and came to the corner not far away.

"Yun Bo, you stay in the house tomorrow." Huang Baiming's eyes were deep and he said slowly.

Huang Yun's face was a little surprised, "Master, are you afraid?" ”

"Tomorrow, you will take care of my son." Huang Baiming's face was solemn.

He was still faintly worried.

Xu Feng's reply, three days ago, actually made the head of the Huang family very uneasy.

The content of the reply letter was: Three days later, take your second son, Huang Fei's head.

This sentence, as if it was a sword, actually hung in Huang Baiming's heart and became a heart barrier.

Although he didn't believe that Xu Feng had that ability.

However, everything must be prevented.

After all, he had already died a son.

Now Huang Fei is his last bloodline, and he will inherit the position of head of the family in the future.

No, there are more slip-ups.

The old housekeeper Huang Yunning nodded, "Don't worry, master, tomorrow I will watch the second son and let him stay in the house." ”

"Hmm." Huang Baiming relieved his heart and nodded slowly.

As long as the son stays in the Huang family's house, he can be safe.

After all, who would dare to break into the Huang family's mansion?

The first seven ceremonies continued.

The flames burned into the sky, and the clothes of the deceased were reduced to ashes in the raging fire.

The entire Huang family mansion was shrouded in flames and darkness.

Tonight, sleepless.

When the white belly of the oriental fish appears in the eastern sky.

The entire sleeping city is gradually waking up from the fog.

The Huang family's mansion stayed up all night.

At five o'clock in the morning, it was still foggy.

In the Huang Mansion, there were already scorching figures, and the black pressure was overwhelming.

I can't count how many people there are.

From the huge courtyard, it has spread all the way to the outside of the courtyard walls.

Even, even outside the courtyard wall, there was already a sea of people, and you couldn't see the end at a glance.

Every member of the Huang family was wearing gray family clothes, and from a distance, a gray sea of people was almost formed.

Huang Baiming, with his hands behind his back, slowly stood in front of the hall.

Behind him, there was a sea of people.

His eyes were calm, and he stared at the portrait of his son in front of the table in the hall for a long time.

Then, he slowly picked up a bowl of spirits, took a big sip, and drank it all.

Bang dang!

Huang Baiming slammed the empty bowl to the ground.

Then, two of his subordinates, holding a thick and heavy long knife, slowly stepped forward.

Huang Baiming held the handle of the knife with one hand and swung the knife violently.

This knife is called Soul Breaker.

Weighs, one hundred and forty pounds.

A knife is comparable to the weight of an adult.

But Huang Baiming held the handle of the knife with one hand, and his face did not change.

He sprayed the liquor in his mouth over the blade.

Only when the spirits are open can they kill.

Then he raised his long knife.

Behind him, the black pressed a sea of people, all raising knives.

The momentum is earth-shattering.

The sword is like a sea, and under the rain and dew and sunshine in the early morning, it reflects a terrifying and infinite killing machine.

"Kill!" Huang Baiming only spit out one word.

"Kill!" Behind him, thousands of people shouted in unison.

The killing intent shook the sky and swept the sky.

Huang Fei stood not far away, staring closely at this scene.

His heart was beating.

This is the power of the Huang family for a hundred years.