"Get out! Get out! Come and kill you again!"

Amid the irritable roar, a handsome young man ran away with his head in his arms and was beaten out of the house by an old man wearing a coarse linen.

"Hiss... it hurts... it failed again... This game is really hard to play, alas."

He looked outside the yard with some reluctance, and saw the old man wave the stick in his hand, and quickly shrank his neck and walked away.

When the old man with gray hair angrily threw the fire stick into a corner of the yard and returned home, his anger was not gone.

"Where did the boy come from? He was obviously a man, but he insisted on doing the matchmaker's business! For seven or eight days, he came to propose marriage at least twice a day, or even five times at most. If he dared to come again..."

"Dad, don't be angry." In the crisp girl's voice, a pair of white and jade-like little hands gently supported the old man's arms and led him to sit down.

The girl didn't wear makeup, and she was wearing only coarse linen clothes, but her skin was as creamy as white jade. The long sword on her waist also added a bit of heroism to her. Her big black eyes turned around and said, "No... I'll go find Brother Lizhu and ask Brother Lizhu to advise him not to come again?"

"Hmph, what are you thinking about? Don't know what you are thinking about? Pack up your things and go back to the Holy Academy to practice tomorrow!" The old man shouted angrily.

"Dad! School is only one week before it starts, so you are in such a hurry to drive me away? I want to spend more time with you!" the girl said coquettishly.

"Are you thinking about being with me?"

"Yes..." the girl said, her mouth bulging playfully, "Of course, if you can..."

"Okay, okay, I know." The old man sighed: "You and Zhuzi are childhood sweethearts and have a deep relationship. Dad also watched Zhuzi grow up. If you don't have the enlightened holy soul, you won't object to marrying his father, but now, absolutely! Yes! No!"

"Dad! I didn't say I had to marry Brother Zhuzi, but can you stop like this..."

"Listen to me, Xiaoxian." The old man interrupted again, "You should be promoted to two stars soon. You can definitely do it before the age of 16. Even if you are in the capital, this is the best level. How can you marry a blacksmith who does not have the ability to enlighten the holy soul?

Do you think your father is despised by the poor and loved the rich? No, Dad is for your own good. As long as you enlighten the holy soul, you can usually live to a hundred years without illness or disaster. If you practice to four stars, you can at least extend your life by fifty years. Where is the pillar?"

"Mom is also a monk, you're married to you," Zhou Xiaoxian said in a low voice.

"What did you say?!"

"I didn't say anything."

Old Man Zhou looked at his daughter and stuttered his lips: "That's different, different. Alas, how did you know that your mother belongs to a monk?"

"You really thought you could hide it. I'm so old, and I knew you didn't tell me some secrets." Zhou Xiaoxian said: "For example, one day every year, you will take some yellow paper, go to the back mountain alone, worship a deserted tomb that is not my mother, and never take me there..."

"Yellow paper? Back mountain? Oops!" At this point, Old Man Zhou suddenly changed his color and said hurriedly: "What day is it today, Xiaoxian?"

Zhou Xiaoxian said, "18..."

"18?" Old Man Zhou turned his head and looked at the clock. Seeing that time had already passed 12 o'clock, his face suddenly became even more ugly.

"Damn it, the time to burn paper for the ancestor has been overdue for three days. It's all the blame for that young matchmaker!" He ran to the corner of the room, took out a stack of yellow paper, put on a hat hanging on the door, and hurried out.

"Stay at home, don't look for a pillar!"

This sentence made Zhou Xiaoxian's eyes turn again. She cat-chested to the door and leaned out for a moment, tentatively taking a half-step on tiptoe, and then stopped hesitantly.

"Dad has never been so panicked. Yellow paper... the back mountain... what is the ancestor?"

"But Brother Lizhu...oh!"

On the back mountain of Zhoujia Village, Old Man Zhou carried the stack of yellow paper and walked vigorously. In just a few minutes, he climbed to the hillside, flowing through a piece of golden pears, and came to the public cemetery of Zhoujia Village.

Turning to the middle of the grave, Old Man Zhou suddenly stopped with an anxious expression, rubbed his eyes, walked a few steps, and stuttered: "This? This is! Which god-killer has opened the ancestor's tomb?!"

The tomb he came to worship seemed to be blasted at a designated location. The soil outside was scattered, and there was a huge pit in the center of it!

Looking at the grave, the broken coffin board and the empty coffin inside, the old man Zhou was struck by lightning: "Forget the burial objects, even the corpse of the ancestor... was stolen! How could I explain this to Xia Lan..."

After murmuring for a few words, he knelt down on the ground with a thud, stunned for a moment, and tears flowed all over his body!

"Xia Lan, I, Zhou Feng, are sorry for you! Not only was a young matchmaker who was messing around and burning paper for the ancestor, but before he could look at the ancestor's tomb robbers, he actually let the tomb robbers in Tiansha take it off..."

"No, no! At least we have to retrieve the ancestor's corpse! We have to retrieve it..."

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew past Old Man Zhou's head, causing his body to tremble.

"Hehe~Ha~No~use~find~it's all~"

"I'm behind you~"

The ghostly voice sounded near behind Old Man Zhou, strange and terrifying! Old Man Zhou's eyes flew over the surrounding tombs and slowly turned around.

Rag shoes that are so decaying.

Dirty big flower shroud.

Skinny hands raised on the chest.

Face covered by scattered white hair.

The bloody red eyes faintly revealed!

Ghost, ghost?!!

"Ga—"

Old Man Zhou rolled his eyes and fell on his back.

"Hey? Hey! I was scared?"

"Hahahahaha..." Xia Yi pushed away the white hair that blocked his face and laughed at the scared Old Man Zhou, "This little timid...hey!"

With a clever jump, Xia Yi sucked the flower on his lower teeth, looked at the long sword passing by and emitting a cold light, and then looked at the girl who was afraid of trembling but tried hard to muster up the courage. The girl holding the long sword in her hand smiled again on her slightly tense face.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

Zhou Xiaoxian tightened his hand holding the sword and asked back, "Shrine monster! Are you a human or a ghost?"

Well, the shroud monster? Xia Yi's smile on his face became even more intense, and he said with dissatisfaction: "Of course I am a human being. It's your answer, what's your name?"

"It's a human being." Zhou Xiaoxian breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "Why is it scaring my father in such a dress!"

"A girl who is a thief, don't you just ask or answer?"

Xia Yi shook his head, lowered his voice, as if he was talking about some secret: "I have been wearing it all the time. Speaking of this, I have to ask you why my luxurious underground tomb has become a lonely tomb in the wilderness, and why is the coffin board that is opened with one push and is nailed firmly by nails? Is this the lack of human nature or the degradation of morality?"

Zhou Xiaoxian:?

"Don't understand?" Xia Yi jumped back to the tomb that had been opened, lay smoothly into a coffin of a very suitable size, and closed his eyes.

"Your father is late to burn paper, so I crawl out and urge you. OK, I'll lie down and burn it."

(??.??)?→╭(°A°`)╮!

There was a clang!

Zhou Xiaoxian's sword fell to the ground.

"The shroud monster! You still say you are a human?!"

...

A few moments.

The choking smoke awakened Old Man Zhou.

He caught a pile of fire in his hazy vision. After the fire, his daughter Zhou Xiaoxian was tightly adding yellow paper to it.

Oh, I'm dead.

Xiaoxian is burning paper for me?

No!

He sat up and said, "Little Fairy?"

"Dad, why are you awake?" Zhou Xiaoxian looked over in panic, or in horror?

Am I really dead? Old Man Zhou knocked on his head and gradually recalled what he saw before he was unconscious: the ancestor's grave was opened, the bones were stolen, and then I saw one...

"Hiss..." He gasped, Old Man Zhou looked around and murmured: "It's still on the cemetery, but that monster is gone. Is it an illusion? Hey, the corpse of the ancestor is still there... The corpse of the ancestor... is it still there?"

"Ga—"

Seeing that his father had sucked over again, Zhou Xiaoxian breathed a sigh of relief, and while adding yellow paper to the fire, he muttered something: "The demon retreats, the demon retreats, there are no ghosts in the world, no ghosts..."

With his eyes closed, he burned the last handful of paper. Zhou Xiaoxian counted three numbers silently, opened his eyes suddenly and looked into the tomb, "The demon retreated!"

However, the "Shrine Monster" was still lying in the coffin, smiling at her, revealing her white front teeth.

Not to mention, the shroud monster has white beard, white eyebrows and white hair on the surface, but there are few folds on his face when he smiles, and it has a strange charm.

But she was not in the mood to pay attention to these things.

As soon as his mouth sagged, Zhou Xiaoxian cried softly, turned around and carried Old Man Zhou and ran away!

The girl with eighty pounds had extraordinary strength, but she carried a man with twenty pounds without delaying her escape!

It disappeared on the mountain road in a blink of an eye.

Xia Yi then jumped out of the grave, picked up the long sword that Zhou Xiaoxian had thrown in a hurry, pulled out half of it and looked at it, then inserted it back with a clang, picked up the hat that Old Man Zhou dropped, and buckled it on his head. An illusory light curtain appeared and disappeared in front of him.

"Return to the world, it's still the blue sky."

"The Xia family's bloodline has not been cut off."

"It's so good."

The shroud and white hair swayed in the breeze, Xia Yi closed his eyes and breathed the air greedily.

A wisp of fireless ash floated into the nostrils.

"Ho ho hiss~Ah snee!!"
Chapter completed!