"Yes!" Shi Qi nodded: "There must be at least six or seven groups!"

"Go out and take a look!" I quickly walked out of the woods and searched around the area. In addition to the high incense I stood there, I also found three or four groups of incense traces on the ground.

No wonder Shi Qi couldn't find his direction. It turned out that someone was tampering near us. Fortunately, I was relatively secretive at the time, otherwise, that person could have attacked me.

I said with a gloomy face: "Go back first, and then I can settle the score with them after I have my hands free."

When the three of us rushed back to Shopkeeper Xu's house, it was already dark. We had been busy all night, but the two old men were still there eating breakfast.

The veteran thief has always been like this, living a life that no one can comment on.

You said he was struggling to get by, right? He had three meals a day, not a lot at a time. Even if he had breakfast at ten o'clock in the morning, he had to eat another meal at noon. All three meals must be eaten together.

You said he lived an exquisite life, right? That's not true. He eats and drinks very casually, and only pays attention to it when he wants to show off. If he gets more serious, the restaurant chef will make him cry.

No, as soon as I entered the door, I saw him eating porridge and pickles.

As soon as I sat down on the table, Mr. Ye picked up the wine glass and said, "Gouzi, do you want a couple of sips?"

"Come here... come here..." Compared to the veteran thief, I can't stand Ye Laogui. He drinks four meals a day, and his whole body feels uncomfortable if he doesn't drink. When I wake up in the morning, I can drink four ounces of green onions with dipping sauce.

Seeing me sitting down, Shi Qi quickly went to help shopkeeper Xu fill the dishes for me and Ye Huan.

While eating steamed buns, I told the veteran thief what happened last night.

The veteran thief sipped the white porridge and said, "Look, is the ghost you put in the soul-forbidden bag still alive? Don't open the bag and look through the bag. If it's still alive, I know something about it."

The veteran thief has no great skills, but he is well-informed! So far, there is nothing that can stop him.

I threw the soul-forbidden bag on the table and poked it twice with my chopsticks: "Are you still alive? Make a sound while you're still alive."

As expected, the ghost said something in the soul-forbidden bag: "Alive, what is the immortal's instruction?"

I immediately looked at the veteran thief, who chuckled: "You asked me, I'll talk after you ask!"

The veteran thief probably saw something? It's just that he didn't want to say it in front of this ghost.

I asked directly: "Who are you? Where are you from?"

The ghost said: "My name is Yang Wenxiu, and I am from Yangjiacun."

My eyes suddenly lit up. All the people in Yangjia Village disappeared that year, and not even the ghosts were left. Wasn't this a complete unsolved case? I didn't expect that I would meet one here.

I asked calmly: "What happened in your Yangjia Village back then, and where did the people go? What do you know, just tell me, don't wait for me to ask. I will ask and tell you.

The results are different."

"I said...I said..." Yang Wenxiu seemed to have no backbone and continued speaking without me asking.

Back then, I was working as a waiter in Changchun City. That day, when I was busy, people from our village came to me and said that my father was seriously ill and was about to die, and asked me to go back and see him one last time.

At that time, I didn't think much about it, asked for leave from my boss and ran home.

Originally, the man who sent me the message was still following me back. When we arrived at the entrance of the village, he disappeared. I was anxious to go home to see my father, so I didn't bother to look for that man.

Who knew that when I came home I saw my dad weaving baskets at home? This made me so angry that I scolded my mother on the spot. When I was about to go find that person to settle the score, I couldn’t remember who that person was?

My father even scolded me for this.

I've gone back this time, and it's too late to rush to the city, so I just stayed at home.

When I was eating, I realized that everyone in the village, whether they went out to do odd jobs or worked outside all year round, had been called back. The one in the farthest place had received news that something had happened to his family half a month earlier and hurried away.

It took more than ten days to get back.

Moreover, we returned to the village on the same day.

I also asked acquaintances who did this, but no one could remember who asked us to come back.

At that time, we all felt that something was strange, so we simply asked the village's great fairy to help figure it out. As a result, no matter how much the great fairy burned incense and kowtowed, he couldn't be invited to come to the immortal family.

At this time, all the people in the village were frightened and knelt down to kowtow to the Xian family.

Finally, Da Xian'er finally invited the Xian family, but the Xian family just said "genealogy" and left.

We were also wondering, what was in the family tree? We went to the oldest person in the village and asked him to come up with the family tree.

When I heard this, I interrupted him and said, "The Yang family used to be a big family?"

I ask this not just out of pure curiosity.

Genealogy is not available for all families.

Families with genealogy either have great figures in their ancestors, or the family has reached a certain scale and the family members pay more attention to family inheritance, so they will have someone specialize in editing the genealogy.

Genealogy can be said to be: the product of the traditional family patriarchal system, which requires a certain cultural heritage and material foundation. If the family is in decline, or the family itself does not have the corresponding material and cultural conditions, no one will have the ability and energy to write a genealogy.

Yang Wenxiu said: "I really don't know about this. I just always heard from the elders that our ancestors were prime ministers. After we took root in Yangjia Village, there were not many people in the village who could even read and write. Who would have any ideas?

Writing a genealogy? Genealogy wasn’t written as long ago as my great-grandfather’s generation.”

Yang Wenxiu continued:

We took out the family tree and flipped through it from beginning to end, but we couldn't figure out the reason.

Later, the person who kept the genealogy mentioned it: Doesn’t our family still have a genealogy? It’s just the one with about ten pages. There are several people on it.

When the elders in the village heard this, they all remembered that there was indeed such a book in the Yang family tree.

When he took a look at the family tree, we were all dumbfounded.

The genealogy only has twelve pages in total, and there are only three people recorded in it, and each of them has a portrait.

Then isn't the person in the first portrait above the same person who brought us back?

Is this the ancestor’s spiritual appearance?

At that time, someone said: This is because our ancestors thought that we had not worshiped our ancestors for many years and asked us to come back to worship our ancestors.

It was not the first year that we ignored the three ancestors. Why did they suddenly bring us back at this time?

Some people also said: Could it be that the ancestors knew that there was a war and something big was going to happen, so they called us all back to avoid trouble?

However, if you think about it carefully, this is not right. Yangjia Village is not in the mountains and forests. If something happens, where will we go to avoid disaster?

A group of us discussed it for a long time, but we didn't come up with any results.
Chapter completed!