It was getting late, and the village of Xiashan was gradually plunged into darkness.

The sound of blowing and beating from Li Yuan's house at the end of the village contrasted strongly with the silence of the village, and the surrounding darkness seemed to want to swallow up the only light source, which was particularly eerie.

On the small road in the village, a figure stretched for a long time slowly moved towards the end of the village.

Li Yuan's face was calm, he knelt in the mourning hall, and put the paper money in his hand into the brazier in front of him.

Although his father Li Yong went last night, he didn't feel too sad. It's not that the relationship between his father and son is not good, but that his father lived to seventy-eight without disaster or illness, and he had no illness before he died, and he walked very peacefully, which can be regarded as a happy funeral.

I don't know how many people yearn for their old age. Many big people were in high positions and had a luxurious life in the first half of their lives, but they were not human in the last few years of suffering from illness.

Looking at the uncovered longevity material in front of the mourning hall, the father's peaceful face knew that he had a good death.

I heard my father say that when he was young, he and several people from the same village went out to the province to do business and made a lot of money, but they have not worked since they came back.

Although the lives of several people are not luxurious, they have never lacked food and drink in Xiashan Village, and it took several people decades to marry wives and have children. I really don't know what kind of business they are doing and how much money they make.

However, his father seemed to feel something, and handed him an antique jade box before turning around, and said that he could not open it until his first seven years had passed.

Li Yuan touched the small box in his arms, his heart was itchy, and he wanted to open the jade box now to see what treasures were inside.

A gust of wind blew, and paper money flew everywhere, making braziers rattle.

The bird, which had been sleeping in the tree, seemed to be frightened by something and ran away frantically.

Li Yuan also seemed to sense that something was wrong, and looked back at the direction of the door.

A gust of wind blew, Li Yuan covered his neck with his hands in pain, the whole person slowly raised up, and his feet slowly left the ground.

It seemed that he was kicked by an invisible person by the neck and lifted into the air, and his face turned purple because of lack of oxygen.

Seeing this, the few musicians who played the mourning music were half cold, and they ran away, and the guys who ate threw away everything.

The strength of Li Yuan's legs slowly became smaller and smaller, and just when he was about to be pinched, the whole person fell to the ground.

Cough~

Ahem~

After coughing a few times in a row, Li Yuan lay on the ground and gasped for breath, and it took a long time to recover.

"Will... It's mine... Stuff... Back... I..."

The eerie and terrifying voice came, Li Yuan got up, looked at the empty mourning hall with a numb scalp, and his teeth chattered.

"You... Are you a human or a ghost? I... I haven't taken anything from you, so what are you looking for me to do? ”

Li Yuan, who had never seen such a scene, was so frightened that he stammered, and he couldn't say anything.

"You... Father... From... It's mine... Inside the tomb... Take... Target... Stuff. Otherwise... Words... I'm like... Eat... Drop them like ... Eat you... of the soul... Let you... Soul Fly... Scattered..."

"I don't think I know, I really haven't seen anything from you!" When Li Yuan heard that his father's souls were really eaten, he regretted that he didn't listen to Wang Meng's words and didn't go to the mage to exorcise the evil spirits, so he ended up in such a field now.

"Also... Think... Sophistry, though... Used... What... Something interferes... My perception that makes me... Perceive... Less... Accurate... Location..., but... Probably... Azimuth... Just in... This place..., it seems... You are... Missing... Coffin... No more tears..."

These people are really insatiable, just take my gold and silver treasures, and take my treasures, originally wanted him to die happily, but now it seems that it is really impossible to prevent him from suffering a little!

The originally empty mourning hall slowly showed a figure, dressed in white, with a face like white jade and Pan An, like a young man, completely different from the fierce ghost in Li Yuan's imagination.