Chapter 167

Zhao Fusheng's sudden and strong style frightened Kuai Changshun.

When the private personal contradictions of the clan were impacted by external forces, they were quickly suppressed by Kuai Changshun, and he instinctively considered the gains and losses of the village after Zhao Fusheng forcibly broke into the ancestral hall.

"Hey, my lord—"

Kuai Chang hurriedly opened his hands, wanting to stop Zhao Fusheng, but he didn't dare to really touch her body.

Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun stood on her left and right like two fierce gods, staring at Kuai Changshun, and if he dared to do it, he would teach him a lesson.

"My lord--"

Kuai Changshun didn't expect that as soon as he left the house, he made such a mistake, he was a little anxious, his eyes were cloudy, and he seemed to hesitate to call someone.

But in the next moment, without waiting for him to speak, Zhao Fusheng turned his face like a book, and suddenly grinned:

"Just kidding you." She smiled and looked at Kuai Changshun:

"I know you're afraid of your master, so how can I embarrass you?"

Kuai Changshun originally thought that she insisted on entering the ancestral hall, but her heart was in her throat, and she was mentally prepared to shout loudly for someone to come over, but the next moment Zhao Fusheng immediately gave up her original plan, and was willing to give him a face in her words.

"My lord—"

She took it and let it go, and quickly captured Kuai Changshun's gratitude.

How could the young man have seen such a method, and while he had a good impression of Zhao Fusheng in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he remembered his previous excessive defense against her.

"I see that your lord has a high prestige in the village, say yes, don't worry, I want to go in, and I will come to your lord when I turn around, so as not to give you a headache."

Zhao Fusheng saw the change in the young man's expression in his eyes, was satisfied in his heart, and deliberately added another sentence.

When she said this, Kuai Changshun was even more worried, with a hesitant look on his face, and then said:

"Don't hide it from adults, in fact, the ancestral hall originally had some rules, and men with the surname Kuai who were not in the village could not enter, but most of our village were their own people, and the rules were not necessarily so strict.

He was grateful to Zhao Fusheng for being considerate and open-minded, so his mouth was not as strict as Uncle Kuai's, and he was willing to talk to her.

The corners of Zhao Fusheng's mouth showed a sly smile, Wu Shaochun was dumbfounded, looked back at Fan Wusu, and saw that Fan Wusu didn't seem to care, so he couldn't help but shut up and listen quietly.

"And this rule—"

Zhao Fusheng found out that the rule that the ancestral hall of Kuailiang Village could not enter and exit at will was not strict before this, and he couldn't help but guess whether there was any secret hidden in the ancestral hall, so Uncle Kuai Liu deliberately set up this special rule for himself that 'people with foreign surnames and women cannot step in'.

"Actually, the main thing is that this ancestral hall may be haunted."

Kuai Changshun hesitated for a moment, and then whispered the secret.

"Haunted?"

Such an answer was unexpected by Wu Shaochun, and he couldn't help but snort.

A dark light flashed in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, and when Kuai Changshun heard Wu Shaochun's words, he was a little anxious, and said in a low voice:

"Be quiet, don't be heard by my father, my father will beat me to death."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, glanced at Wu Shaochun, and instructed him:

"Shaochun, you be quiet."

Kuai Changshun listened to her help him speak, and his eyes showed gratitude.

In this way, when he speaks to his heart, he is less entangled:

"Don't hide it from your lordship, this ancestral hall used to be special except for the New Year, sacrifices, foreign surnames and women were not allowed to enter, and the rest of the time was not so strict, the reason why there are these rules later, in fact, is because we can't enter this ancestral hall."

"What?" Zhao Fusheng was also taken aback:

"What does it mean that you can't get in?"

"It's just that we can't enter the Kuai clan ancestral hall again."

Kuai Changshun reached out and scratched his head with some annoyance:

"The strange thing still starts from the day of my fifth uncle's accident, just like my father said, my fifth uncle - after death, after death, our village is no longer dawning, the people in the village are panicked, and they can't get out, my father can't sleep well, and he is a little worried, so he wants to sacrifice to his ancestors and ask for the blessing of his ancestors."

A strange thought quickly passed through Zhao Fusheng's mind.

Kuai Changshun said again:

"We prepared the sacrificial supplies, but when everyone gathered at the entrance of the ancestral hall, they found that we couldn't get in."

"There is no door here, but we are blocked out of the ancestral hall, there is a force in the ancestral hall that does not allow us to enter, my grandfather guesses that we did not respect the family law of our ancestors before, so the ancestors were angry and did not allow us to enter, so the rules were reformulated, and the village people were determined to enforce them."

After he finished explaining, he looked at Zhao Fusheng with some apologies:

"So, my lord, I really can't take you into the ancestral hall—"

What Kuai Changshun said was too strange.

Zhao Fusheng was reborn for a while, and he also had some understanding of the powerful ghosts at this time.

At this time, after the person dies, he will either go to the ground for peace, or the ghost will be resurrected and be a disaster.

After the revival of the ghosts, the ghosts have no memory and emotion, and the ancestral hall set up in Kuailiang Village is more like a statement that the elders of a village want to unite people's hearts and seek comfort for themselves.

The protection of the ancestors does not exist, and the anger of the ancestors is naturally nothing.

If it is said that the people in Kuailiang Village can't enter the ancestral hall, it should be that after the resurgence of Zhuang Siniangzi's ghost, some kind of change has occurred in the ancestral hall - or there is something change in the villagers, which induces a certain substance in the ancestral hall that originally existed/or appeared after the death of Zhuang Siniangzi also changed, and then there was a strange situation that the villagers could no longer enter the ancestral hall.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Kuai Changshun with a worried face, and decided to follow his words at this time and lower his vigilance.

But since the Kuai clan ancestral hall is weird, she will have to enter it sooner or later to find out.

She nodded:

"It's okay, I understand, I'll talk about it after I ask your grandfather."

Kuai Changshun had seen the scene when she dealt with Uncle Kuai Sixth before, and now she saw that Zhao Fusheng was unusual, extremely easy to speak, and her heart was both grateful and guilty, and she hated to say something to repay her for her understanding.

"By the way, you're really scared of your grandfather."

Zhao Fusheng suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and deliberately joked in a joking tone:

"I think your grandfather has a very strict personality and acts quite fairly, no wonder everyone respects him very much."

One deliberately said a cliché, the other wanted to thank him, and under the tough parental style of Uncle Kuai Liu, a young man like Kuai Changshun did have a long-suppressed dissatisfaction in his heart.

Zhao Fusheng's words were like priing open the cracks of a wine urn full of old wine, and Kuai Changshun muttered:

"Who is not afraid of him?"

At this time, although he just responded casually, Zhao Fusheng heard his anger from his words.

"How do you say that? I think the sixth uncle is gentle, not very fierce. The corners of Zhao Fusheng's mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a smile, and he deliberately added fuel to the fire in a relaxed tone.

Kuai Changshun suddenly couldn't help it, and said unhappily:

"That's when he was an outsider."

He really had a good impression of Zhao Fusheng, the big man of the Demon Suppression Division, majestic, gentle, and very considerate, the age difference between the two was not much, and she spoke well, which made him feel good, and at this time, listening to her words, he couldn't help but complain to her:

"Adults don't know, my grandfather has a stubborn temper, my father and several uncles are filial and dare not say anything about him, my mother and several uncles are already dissatisfied in their hearts."

"How so?"

Zhao Fusheng raised his eyebrows and pretended to be surprised:

"I think the sixth uncle's sons are very filial, and the daughters-in-law are also very docile."

Kuai Changshun's face showed an indescribable expression, and he looked at Zhao Fusheng's words deeply, and stopped talking again, and finally turned his emotions into a heavy sneer:

"Snort."

Zhao Fusheng found this young man very interesting.

He grew up in Kuailiang Village, and his grandfather was an old man in the village, with deep prestige, and his feelings for Kuailiu should be very complicated.

On the one hand, I am afraid that I am dissatisfied with the arrogance and autocracy of Uncle Kuai, but on the other hand, I am deeply suppressed by this autocracy and prestige.

The family has formed a special sense of faith and pride, which has become a steel seal on his thoughts, making him want to rebel and submit to this kind of clan rule, which is really contradictory.

If he came at another time, it would be difficult for Zhao Fusheng to pry his mouth open, but this time was different - the death of Zhuang Siniang became a variable in this village, and many contradictions hidden in the shadows were stimulated one by one.

She rolled her eyes, smiled again, and said:

"I think your village is really good, everyone gathers as one, no family, no contradictions, like a big family."

Kuai Changshun showed a reluctant look on his face.

But his lips moved, and vigilance appeared in his eyes, and he didn't want to say more about the secrets in the village, so he squeezed out a smile and said to Zhao Fusheng:

"My lord, be careful, it's dark and the road is uneven."

After all, he is still young, and the way he changes the subject is also very blunt.

Zhao Fusheng was not as arrogant and direct as dealing with Uncle Kuai Sixth for such a young man, she responded with a smile and changed the topic:

"By the way, we're going to Kuai Wu's house, I just heard from your father that Kuai Wu is the husband of Zhuang Siniang, you tell me about him."

After the topic no longer revolves around Uncle Kuailiu, the pressure in Kuai Changshun's heart decreased sharply, he nodded, the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a look of disdain:

"Kuai Lao Wu—"

"Wait."

Zhao Fusheng interrupted him and said with a smile:

"Kuai Wu is your grandfather and nephew, in terms of generation, you are a generation younger than him, you should call him the fifth uncle."

'Phew. Kuai Changshun spat lightly on the ground, and stretched out his feet to grind it flat:

"He's worthy?"

The young man did not hide his contempt, and poured bitter water on Zhao Fusheng as a friend:

"Adults don't know, this Kuai Wu is really disgusting."

When he mentioned 'Kuai Wu', he clenched his fists, and the whole person took a deep breath, endured and endured.

Zhao Fusheng was almost amused by his angry look, and she asked:

"What did he do?"

"He is in the village, and it can be said that people and gods are angry." Kuai Changshun replied.

"This guy is going crazy. Most of our village is made at sunrise and rests at sunset, but this Kuai Wu is an outlier. ”

Zhao Fusheng quietly added fuel to the fire and persuaded him to be generous:

"Alas, after all, it's an elder, you bear with it."

As soon as she said this, Kuai Changshun, who had been trying his best to be patient, suddenly couldn't bear it anymore, and was so angry that he wanted to jump to his feet and raised his voice:

"I really can't bear it."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fusheng took the opportunity to ask.

"This man gets drunk every day, and at noon he calls his friends to his house to drink, and when he is done drinking, he falls asleep, and at the end of the night he wakes up, and when he wakes up, he wanders around, and in the middle of the night he stands in front of other people's doors and sings, making others uneasy."

Kuai Changshun said indignantly.

"Isn't that crazy?" When Wu Shaochun heard this, he answered.

"It's crazy!" Kuai Changshun nodded vigorously and responded hatefully.

"That's all, it can't be said that he is crazy, after all, he is an elder, your village has always been united, everyone takes a step back on the surface, endure it and pass." Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

Her words suddenly added fuel to the fire, Kuai Changshun couldn't bear it anymore, and even forgot Zhao Fusheng's identity, and said dissatisfiedly:

"My lord, why do you say this to my grandfather?"

"I've put up with him for a long time, can you bear me and me?" The more he spoke, the more annoyed he became, and his face turned gloomy:

"My lord, you are a foreigner, you don't know anything, you listen to me about one thing, you know how terrible this Kuai Wu is."

Zhao Fusheng was silent and provoked him for a long time, just to hear him say the secret, and nodded at this time:

"You say."

"The year before last, my third uncle and his wife quarreled, and the third aunt said that she was beaten up, and she wanted to take the child to my grandfather for comment."

After asking the reason, he found out that Kuai Wu coaxed Kuai Laosan's son to go home and steal a few feet of cloth woven by the third aunt.

"This is the third aunt weaving to prepare to pay taxes, and he took it as a substitute for two glasses of wine to drink."

Kuai San and his wife beat their heads and bleed, and when Kuai Lao Wu was found, he was so drunk that he fell asleep.

"My father asked him to wake him up, he couldn't afford to lie on the ground, and when he saw his brother and sister-in-law fighting, he didn't feel weak at all, and even 'hehe' smiled and watched the excitement, do you say such a person is disgusting?"

"It's really disgusting." Fan Wu said:

"If it were me, I'd give him two punches and break the bridge of his nose."

"I want to hit him too." Kuai Changshun's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a bosom friend.

But then he showed a gloomy look:

"At that time, it was very fierce, the third uncle and his wife fought very fiercely, the third aunt cried and made trouble, and beat the child, my father said two fair words, and finally persuaded the two couples to be good, and when he saw the fifth uncle, he persuaded him to say two words, let him keep to himself, don't make trouble, and live a good life with the fourth uncle."

In Kuai Changshun's casual complaints and complaints, Zhao Fusheng heard a lot of information: he hated Kuai Wu, but he didn't seem to be disgusted with Zhuang Siniang, who was sunk in the river because of his fornication, and the clues can be seen from the different names of the two.

"And after that?" Zhao Fusheng asked again.

"It's good that my grandfather doesn't say this, but when he says this, it can be regarded as a hornet's nest." Kuai Changshun said angrily:

"This dog thing jumped up and pointed at my father's nose and scolded, saying that he was a harmful spirit, and he introduced my fourth uncle to him, but he didn't have a good heart, and killed his father-"

These words were particularly heartbreaking for Uncle Kuailiu.

Kuai Juming's death is not only the pain in Kuai Wu's heart, but also the knot in the hearts of Kuai Liu's husband and wife.

It can be seen from the previous conversation between Zhao Fusheng and Uncle Kuai Sixth that eight or nine years have passed since the incident, and the two couples have not let go of this matter.

Especially with Zhuang Siniang's fornication with others, after the ghost case occurred in the village because of her execution, the two couples were even more remorseful.

Zhao Fusheng can imagine the scene when Uncle Kuai Liu was scolded by Kuai Wu's nose at that time, and the village elder must be ashamed, angry and blamed himself.

The authority that was provoked, and the decision to do bad things with good intentions back then, became a shackle in Uncle Kuailiu's heart.