The grandma looked back at Shui Erwa with some difficulty, nodded slightly, and was quite satisfied.

Then he said to the chaotic void in front of him: "Okay, don't make trouble anymore, I will come to accompany you at that time..."

The restless air seemed to understand her words, and it really calmed down slowly.

The altar was messy, with dishes and fruit dishes everywhere, and moldy and rotten food spilled all over the floor.

The grandma began to sort out carefully. Not only did the faith and thoughts on these things be sucked away, but the essence of the food was also sucked away, so it was rotten faster than ordinary food.

Seeing this, Shui Erwa quickly put the heavy basket in her hand on the ground and sorted it out with the grandma.

Finally, I cleaned up the debris in the ancestral hall and finally looked a little refreshing.

But for some reason, Shui Erwa always felt that the place where he put the basket was the coldest, and there was the faint whimpering sound. In a trance, he seemed to see a cloud of hazy pus shadows there.

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty. He heard from a very young age that there were "things" in the ancestral hall in the village. Even scared children and would say that if they were disobedient, they would send them to the grandma of the ancestral hall.

However, compared to simple fear, the villagers had more respect and piety towards the ancestral hall, which instead offset the instinctive fear.

Shui Erwa knelt down almost instinctively and murmured: "Don't hurt me, please bless me, and bless our village with peace and good weather..."

The grandma was wiping the altar. When she saw Shui Erwa beside her kneeling on the ground and praying. She didn't know where she had a huge force, she pulled him up.

Shui Erwa was suddenly pulled and almost fell to the ground. He was about to make a few words of excuses, but he saw the grandmother staring at him with an angry face, blocking all his excuses back into his stomach.

The grandma said word by word: "Tell me again, and you will say whatever I say later. You must not say one more word, do you understand?"

Shui Erwa suddenly felt that the grandma was a little scary at this moment, and stuttered: "Okay, okay, grandma, I'll listen to you..."

Then, the grandma began to bring out the offerings in the basket and placed them neatly on the altar.

This process was not said a word. Shui Erwa actually wanted to say something. In the past, every New Year's Day, when his parents brought their brothers and sisters to worship ancestors and gods, they would start praying while placing offerings and preparing incense, candles and paper money, until the entire ceremony ended.

Thinking of the grandma's appearance just now, he bit his lips tightly and didn't say a word.

He just felt that there were waves of cold winds blew around him inexplicably, and even wisps of wind blew into his collar, as if countless people were whispering in his ears, some excited, sad, and some laughing and scolding, subtly affecting his emotions.

Fortunately, he kept gritting his teeth and making no sound until all the offerings were placed.

The surrounding winds and various thoughts also quieted unknowingly, and the entire ancestral hall was terrible.

...Da Jing and Xiao Xin stood quietly in the sky and watched, restraining their breath and integrating with the surrounding air.

In the essence of Li Jing, the entire ancestral hall was a raspberry dance. They followed the thin young man named Shui Erwa to pull each other's clothes, touch each other's cheeks, or flew around him.

They gathered around the baskets containing plates of offerings and couldn't wait to enjoy them, but they had not yet been offered to them, making them anxiously.

Unexpectedly, Shui Erwa suddenly knelt down at them. They were shocked and happy, thinking that the other party was going to offer them the offerings now, and they were all ready to start.

But the other party began to pray to them, and the expressions of laughter, indifferent or resentfulness on their faces turned into anger at this moment.

Pray, pray, and pray... I can't live a peaceful life if I eat a offering. If I eat two bites of offering, I have to bless this and that. The key is that there is no equality between them. Some people cannot complete the so-called blessing even if they exhaust their soul power. To put it bluntly, they are just neighbors with the villagers, and some even have some holidays during their lifetime. I want them to bless them? It would be great if they didn't go back.

Fortunately, at this moment, the grandma stopped Shui Erwa in time, and the ghosts calmed down.

Then they gradually became quiet. Although they were sometimes annoyed that the night watchman must be arranged neatly before starting to worship, they had to say that in this way they could better distribute the offerings.

So at this moment, in Dajing's eyes, all the ghosts were gathering around a plate of offerings, so that everyone could enjoy a little offering without competing or favoring one or the other.

The grandma led Shui Erwa to kneel down, bowed solemnly, and then said: "...The faithful girl represents the whole village's elders and fellow villagers to worship her ancestors..."

Shui Erwa was slightly stunned for a moment and followed the grandma's words: "Finding man represents the whole village's elders and fellow villagers to respect the ancestors..." Then he said at the same time with the grandma: "Please enjoy the offerings..."

As soon as they finished speaking, they felt a gloomy whirlwind suddenly blew from the altar in front of them. With a whimper, the fruit that had just been glossy immediately dimmed.

After a while, the entire ancestral hall returned to its appearance as a gust of wind.

I saw those ghosts floating around excitedly at this moment, talking enthusiastically to each other: "Well, the offerings this time tasted pretty good. I just took a bite of an apple. Haha, it's been more than 20 years since I tasted the apple..."

"No, I just took a bite of the oil cake. Tsk tsk, this time those people are still familiar with each other. They really fryed it from the oil pan..." As he said that, he subconsciously wiped his mouth, as if the feeling of oil was still left at his mouth.

Because it is a double pious offering without any additional conditions, the ghosts eat very happily and have no worries, and they seem very happy at this time.

They watched the young young man leave as the basket the grandma carries, and couldn't help but sigh, "Thanks to her over the years. I think I couldn't stand her behavior when I was not dead. I always felt that I was making a fool of myself there. Why do others pray for worshiping and asking for the ancestors and gods for blessing? It's not natural, but she just doesn't allow it. Now I understand, alas..."

"I don't know if that Shui Erwa can be like her in the future?"

"I don't know..."
Chapter completed!