Zhang Ting'er's words gave Yang Wei a completely different feeling, this sentence was like a thunderbolt, which made Yang Wei scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and when he came here, except for comforting the living people, it really didn't work at all.

The person who can really help himself is Delmar! It is Warren! Yang Wei is very sure that Zhang Zhi must be a person who cultivates souls, because Yang Wei had never heard of this name in his previous life, and there is only one explanation for such an unknown person to achieve such achievements here!

And after the death of the soul cultivator, if he does not reach the realm of pseudo-gods, and the soul core is not effectively nourished, the soul core will automatically collapse after death, and the little soul power in the heaven and earth automatically absorbed by the soul core will also dissipate without a trace, but the most original soul and the memory of this life will not be erased, but will return to the hands of the soul clan.

Of course, these nourished souls are also a great supplement for the previous masters, whether to return to the souls of the previous masters, or continue to cultivate souls, and enter the next reincarnation, only the owner of this soul has the final say, but with Delmar and Warren to deal around, things are promising.

And for this time, it didn't make much practical sense, just to comfort Zhang Ting'er and contact the feelings of the Zhang family, but he paid a high price. This made him feel very uncomfortable, and he knew that it was because he suddenly heard the bad news, and his heart was full of negative emotions such as anger and sadness, so he was carried away.

Yang Wei secretly swore that he must be calm in the future, and he must not be as reckless as this time. In fact, it's no wonder that Yang Wei, he hasn't woken up from the stereotype of thinking, and naturally he didn't think that the soul clan is a great expert in playing with the soul, death is not equal to real annihilation, as long as there is a soul, it can be reborn.

He never thought of this, even after Zhang Chang's death, he didn't go to Delmar for help, and it was Zhang Ting'er's words that made him think of it all of a sudden, there is still this road to go.

Thinking of this, Yang Wei leaned into Zhang Ting'er's ear and whispered: "Don't be too sad, I'll go and pray to the gods right away, with me, everything is possible." ”

Zhang Ting'er raised her head and looked at Yang Wei suspiciously, obviously not understanding the meaning of Yang Wei's words. Also, who would have thought that the dead could be resurrected in another way?! Yang Wei couldn't say it too clearly, this kind of thing would frighten people when he said it, and it was absolutely shocking. And this also touches the taboo of the soul clan, and when it comes to this point, it is already the limit.

Because of thinking of this road, although Yang Wei regretted the trip a little, his mood was much more cheerful than before. Yang Wei's eyes were full of sincere affection, and he looked at Zhang Ting'er and said: "Now, I will pay tribute to his old man first, I am very pressed for time, and there is still a year to go, waiting for me!"

Zhang Ting'er's pear blossom with rain turned red suddenly, and then said quietly: "Won't you stay a little longer this time?"

Yang Wei had to comfort: "In the future, our time will be long, I still have a bunch of little Yang Wei, I'm afraid you will annoy us in the future." This sentence directly made Zhang Ting'er let go of Yang Wei and hid to the side, her head was about to be buried in her small chest, and she gave her back to Yang Wei. However, Yang Wei saw from behind that Zhang Ting'er even had the root of her neck red.

Yang Wei shook his head, this girl is too easy to be shy, in her previous life, it was just a simple ** sentence.

Yang Wei shook his head, Zhang Gui also shook his head, smiling bitterly in his heart, these two people don't look at what place or occasion this is, just in this solemn place, you love me, not only these living people, but also the heroic spirits of those ancestors on the offering table are also looking at them. If this is replaced by someone else, it will be light to kill.

Although Yang Wei didn't care much about this worship, he had already come, and he still had to pay homage, and the procedure was the same. He is now mostly a showman, and he is just doing it for the Zhang family to see, which proves how much he respects his uncle.

Although he did respect his uncle very much, under the premise that Zhang Zhi already had the hope of resurrection, there was no point in him doing the worship at all.

Yang Wei coughed, touched his nose, and said, "Let's start." He also knew that the two of them had gone a little too far, but Zhang Ting'er threw herself into his arms first, he couldn't push it away, he had to comfort his wife who hadn't passed the door first, but it was reasonable.

Zhang Gui shouted loudly to the door: "Carry the sacrifice, offer incense and candles!" The voice fell, and a pair of big men outside the door hummed and carried in a mouthful of big dings, three of which contained boiled pigs, cattle and sheep respectively, this is the sacrifice of three animals.

There is also a mouthful of fish and vegetables in the big ding, etc., after the big ding is brought in, the entire ancestral hall is filled with a rich aroma of meat and coriander, and some people in the crowd have swallowed their saliva unconsciously, after all, it is almost time to eat now, and everyone is a little hungry.

But they knew that these delicacies were not meant for the living at all, and that they were not even really cooked, and that they were to be buried in the grave soil after the sacrifice.

There is also a gourd wine in the ceremony, this wine is a good wine that they got at a low price from the relationship between Yang Song and the state, only one-fifth of the external price, what they don't know is that even if it is parity, this price is more than ten times the cost, they don't know the bottom of this wine, naturally Yang Song's good impression has increased greatly, thinking that the other party values the relationship with the Zhang family, so that they are a little fluttering.

The candles had been lit, and three huge incense sticks of the thickness of the arms were inserted into the incense burner in front of the offering table, and the huge ancestral hall was instantly filled with smoke, and everyone's eyes were a little red, and tears were rolling in their eyes. The vast majority of people do not miss the deceased, but are smoked!

Zhang Gui presided over the ceremony, and all the people who came with him were junior disciples, and they also knelt down with Yang Wei, and the scene became extremely solemn and solemn. Yang Wei smiled bitterly in his heart, he just came to worship his uncle, but he didn't expect Zhang Guiyi to perform it, it was like sacrificing to the gods, this scene is really a bit big, and even the Yang family's ancestor worship is not so exaggerated every year.

What Yang Wei didn't expect was that all this was his identity that was doing the trick, Zhang Gui was afraid that the scene was not grand enough, Yang Wei felt dissatisfied, he could do whatever he wanted, if he could slaughter the dragon and shoot down a phoenix, he could put it on the table.

Yang Wei is like a puppet, he was played by Zhang Gui, and he had to cooperate deliberately, for fear that he would not be able to do it well and be honest.

Yang Wei originally wanted to go to the pillar incense, and he would be done with a few kowtows, so Zhang Gui did it, and it took more than an hour to toss this trip to an end. (To be continued.) )