Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Hall of Ancestors

An Dahai opened the curtain and saw the gate of the county town, feeling very strange, the last time he came to the county town, it has been more than 20 years now.

The recent outbreak of the Twenty Decade Beast Tide, the city gates have been devastated, and they have been rebuilt twice, compared with twenty years ago, they have changed beyond recognition.

The tall city gate is gone, and the current city gate is at least half smaller, and there are many more stumbling blocks and horse rejection piles on the road at the city gate, which should be used for the hundred-year beast tide in three years.

The thousand-year-old tribulation of the family, the scale of this century-old beast tide is even greater than the previous beast tides, perhaps reaching the total scale of the twenty beast tides.

More and more people have moved into the county town, and the county town is the last protective umbrella in the beast tide, and the residence permit of the county town is like a talisman.

"It's here, it's time to the county seat!" Cui Dazhuang shouted excitedly, this was his first time in the county town.

Ji Xiang is Murong Lin Zhi's doppelganger, he has just left the county town for less than three months, and he is very familiar with this place.

The three of them came to the county town in a beast cart, and they all had a common purpose, which was to collect enough white spirit jade for the main body.

An Dahai lowered the curtain, returned to the carriage, and said, "Mr. Luo, after entering the city, the villain and the two will be separated!"

"Advanced family, rest for the night!" said Ji Xiang.

"No, the villain will go to the store first. After speaking, An Dahai took out the three title deeds and looked at them.

"Okay!" Ji Xiang took out a porcelain bottle from the bag, and there was a pure demon pill in the bottle: "This is a demon pill with lotion, dissolved in water and then blended." ”

An Dahai took the demon pill, and in the molten cave, he had mixed the spiritual liquid, and he was familiar with it.

"Mr. An, Mr. Cui, you are holding your breath now. Ji Xiang said.

Cui Dazhuang, An Dahai didn't know why, but he still acted according to his words, closed his eyes, and practiced as usual.

At this moment, as if a wind was blowing, An Dahai felt that he actually had a heart-to-heart with Cui Dazhuang.

"Mr. Luo......" An Dahai screamed.

Ji Xiang "shh ”

"Yes!" An Dahai looked at the masked Ji Xiang and suddenly asked, "Are you a young master?"

Ji Xiang didn't speak, just tidied up the masked headscarf.

Cui Dazhuang whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, there are some things that we know ourselves." ”

"What to do with the collected spirit jade?" An Dahai put aside the doubts in his heart and asked a key question.

"Come to the house and hand it over to Cui Dazhuang. Ji Xiang put his palm on the coffee table in front of him, and gently tapped his fingertips on it a few times, answering An Dahai's question.

"Okay!" An Dahai finished speaking, he didn't speak, the three of them were silent, and the carriage became quiet.

Not long after entering the city, An Dahai got out of the car, and Ji Xiang and Cui Dazhuang followed the sixteen elders and Murong Linyu into the mansion.

Watching the beast cart in Murong's mansion disappear into his field of vision, An Dahai followed Ji Xiang's example, covered his face with a turban, and disappeared around the corner of the street.

When the night falls, the night of the county town is devoid of the hustle and bustle of the day, and it enters the other extreme, that is, silence.

The gray fog shrouded the entire county town, and a little dim light could not penetrate this dense fog at all, and the four fields were pitch black again.

Occasionally a few dogs barked, and a few listless barks, and immediately died down again, and the county town immediately returned to calm.

Wu Si Mazi is the leader of the Qinghong Society in the county town, and he has been the leader of the association for ten years.

In the past ten years, under the leadership of Wu Sima Mazi, the Qinghong Society has neither grown nor declined, and it is still the one hundred and ten people, guarding the one acre and three points of land.

When Wu Si Mazi first became the head of the meeting, he was also ambitious, wanting to restore the former glory of the Qinghong Society, but unfortunately he had more than enough heart and insufficient strength, and after hitting the wall again and again, his ambition was exhausted.

Holding a dim oil lamp, Wu Si Mazi came to the ancestral hall, lit a pair of incense candles, and said, "Master Zu, Wu Si, my son, I have incense for you." ”

He sighed, inserted the incense candle into the incense burner, folded his hands, and said: "The Qinghong Society, inherited for tens of thousands of years, I can't imagine that it has declined to this point, and the disciples are powerless to return to the sky, and they will not be able to turn the tide and let the Qinghong Society go down in history again." ”

Wu Si Mazi kowtowed a few times, and was about to stand up, when he suddenly heard footsteps hundreds of meters away.

Wu Si Mazi pricked up his ears and listened, and the purpose of hearing the footsteps was the Patriarch Hall.

He quickly got up from the ground, hid in the curtain, and looked out through the gap when a man with a turban and a masked face walked in.

"Come out, let's come here, neither to kill anyone, nor to hide from you. The masked man faced Wu Si Mazi's hiding place and said.

Wu Si didn't make a sound, he held his breath, staring at the masked man without the slightest movement.

As soon as the masked man raised his hand, a sword light, through the heavy curtain, swiped across Wu Si's head with a sound of "brush".

With a "swoop", the curtain fell, covering Wu Si's body and covering Wu Si's head.

"Innate monk. Wu Si was startled, quickly stood up, and lifted the curtain above his head.

"What is the intention of Mr. to come to the ancestral hall of this association late at night. Wu Si walked to the altar, his tone was tough, but his heart was uneasy.

Innate monks, who only belong to the four major families in Yunjun, or the dependent families of the four major families, it seems that people should be followers of the children of a certain family.

Wu Si didn't feel the murderous aura in the person who came, and his courage grew a little.

The masked man looked at the tablet of the ancestor of the Qinghong Society, and said lightly: "I want to make a deal with the Qinghong Society." ”

Wu Si frowned and said, "The Qinghong Society Temple is small, and a big deal can't be done." ”

The masked man did not speak, but tore a bag from his waist, opened the mouth of the bag, and placed it on the ground.

The smell of blood suddenly filled the entire room, and Wu Si looked down to see that it was full of flesh and blood that had been skinned by wild beasts, which was tens of thousands of catties.

"Doing things, in the tide of beasts, the meat is full. The masked man said softly.

Wu Si raised his head and stared at the masked man's face, he wanted to know the face behind the turban, but no matter what, Wu Si had no way to achieve it.

"What are you doing?" Wu Si asked, although these beasts are fleshy, he needs them, especially in the beast tide.

In the beast tide, the innate monks are unable to protect themselves, and these acquired monks of the Qinghong Society are just blood food in the mouths of beasts, and if you want to obtain the flesh and corpse of beasts, the price to pay may be life.

Wu Si's Qinghong Club has a bottom line, and doing things is by no means harmful, so he must inquire clearly about what to do, and then consider it.

"Doing things, three major contents. The masked man said, "One is to strengthen the Blue and Red Society." ”

There is no need to think about this, Wu Siba can't do it, this is his life's wish. Wu Si didn't think about it, and immediately agreed.

"The second is to collect enough white spirit jade, the more the better. The masked man continued.

White spirit jade is the spirit jade that burns spiritual arts, and there are many county towns.

"Buy?" Wu Si asked, if it was stealing and looting, he would not do it.

"Whatever you want. The masked man replied.

"This can be done. Wu Si asked, "What about the third thing?"

"I need information on every business in the county. The masked man said.

Wu Siyi listened to the music, and the Qinghong Society made a living by inquiring about the situation, and it was their job to investigate the situation.

"How detailed is it?" Wu Si asked.

"The next morning, the proprietress of the shopkeeper had to find out exactly what color of underwear she was wearing and what she ate for breakfast. The masked man replied.

"That's all?" Wu Si asked, the three things are very simple, they don't hurt nature, and there is no life and death crisis, but it takes time, and the main family doesn't seem to have a set time, wouldn't it be better.

"These are the three things that can be done?" the masked man glanced at Wu Si and asked.

"Yes, I would have done it. Wu Si patted his chest first, and then asked cautiously, "I don't know if it was the young master who instructed it?"

Wu Si didn't want to get the result, but the masked man didn't think about it, so he gave the answer: "Murong family." ”

"Hmm!" Wu Si replied casually, since it was the first family in Yunjun, he didn't have to worry, it turned out that he couldn't stammer, since he came to the door, then try to do it well.

"The last two things are well done, I can recommend all the meritorious people of the Qinghong Society as the followers of the young master. The masked man said solemnly.

When Wu Si heard this, his breathing immediately became thicker, and he stammered and asked, "Yes...... Be...... Everyone, not ...... One...... One. ”

"Everyone. The masked man replied in the affirmative.

"Is there a limit to the quantity?"

As long as you do things well, regardless of the number of people, the faster the matter is handled, the more Tsukidan will be delivered immediately. The masked man replied.

"Sir, wait a minute! We will arrange manpower in the next meeting and start working tonight. After Wu Si finished speaking, he walked and ran and rushed out of the ancestral hall.

This kind of thing can be encountered but not sought, since it falls on the head of the Qinghong Society, Wu Si has to do it beautifully.

When the masked man saw Wu Si disappear into the night, he took off his masked turban, and An Dahai's face appeared in the candlelight.

After a day's inquiry, An Dahai set his sights on the Qinghong Society.

Looking at the tablet of the patriarch of the Qinghonghui, An Dahai lit three incense sticks, walked to the altar, and bowed three times.

After putting on the incense, An Dahai raised his head, and with the help of the light of the candlelight, he began to identify the handwriting on the tablet of the patriarch of the Qinghong Society.

The handwriting on the next level of tablets is clear, but the higher you go, the more indistinct the handwriting becomes, and it takes a long time to make it recognizable.

Tens of thousands of tablets, An Dahai recognized, must look up.

Suddenly, the top tablet seemed to have a membrane, hazy, blocking An Dahai's view.

"What's going on?" An Dahai looked at the tablet, and his innate spiritual sense swept over.

It was as if the stone had sunk into the sea, and the spiritual consciousness had disappeared into the tablet.

"Strange. An Dahai made a tiger leap and rushed to the tablet at the top, but for some reason, at a distance of more than ten zhang, An Dahai vacated a pillar of incense, and he found that the distance from the tablet was getting farther and farther.

"Formation!" An Dahai hurriedly lowered his body and fell back to the same place.

"Qinghonghui, it will not be simple!" An Dahai calmed his heart and muttered to himself.