Since I can remember, everyone in my family walks on their knees.

As soon as I entered the door, I would kneel on the ground and kowtowed three times, and then kowtowed three times, kneeling all the way to my grandfather. It was much more sacred than the three kowtows and nine bows.

There are all kinds of people who come to find my grandfather.

Every time my grandfather sat on the mahogany chair with his eyes closed, the person who couldn't even look at him would just ask: "Tell me, what's the matter!"

The people who came said were all very strange, as if they had a snake, were born, were bitten by a ghost, and even died, and even came to see my grandfather.

Every time those people finished speaking, as long as grandpa nodded, the people who came would kowtow to thank him, but if he shook his head, the people who came would cry and shout.

Later I heard that my grandfather is the living king of hell, and as long as he nods, dead people can survive.

This continued until the year I was born.

That day, my grandfather suddenly said he wanted to move out, and the whole village was in full bloom.

Everyone in the village surrounded the doorstep, knelt on the ground and refused to get up, begging my grandfather not to move out.

Some of them knelt at the door for two days and two nights, some of them bled their heads directly, and some of them fainted.

But no matter what they did, my grandfather was still indifferent and directed his uncle to collect things.

For three days, my family had almost finished packing things. When they were about to go out, the villagers outside rushed in like crazy.

Some pulled my grandfather's clothes and refused to let him go, while others turned on the things we packed back.

Some people were even more overdoing and threatened my family with knives, and if they moved away, they would kill our whole family.

My uncle has always had a hot temper. Seeing these people so unreasonable, his face turned black and blue. He took out a rusted bronze sword and waved it to those people and cursed: "Damn, if you dare to move again, don't blame me for being rude. Even if I go to jail today, I will have to kill a few of them to recover my money!"

The shout was deafening, and everyone present was stunned and stayed there and did not dare to move.

Grandpa sighed, shook his head, pushed my uncle away, looked at everyone coldly, turned around and walked into the room.

Seeing the old man back home, the villagers looked at me one by one, and looked at you and took the people out in shame.

But they didn't dare to leave and took turns to guard my doorstep.

Just when it was dark, someone rushed to my house and shouted: "Living Hell, this is what you owe us. If you dare to leave, we will not let you go!"

My grandfather happened to come out of the house and saw the man. His eyes turned slightly cold and he said lightly: "I can't leave, but don't come to me again from now on!"

When the man heard this, his face paled. When he left, he called the person guarding outside away.

Since then, no one has come to our family again, and two uncles were driven out of the house, leaving only me and grandpa.

Later, I heard from my second uncle that my grandfather decided to wash his hands for me, drive them out, and never do business in this industry again.

Speaking of this, we have to start from thirty years ago.

Although our family is not a prominent family, it has always been very prestigious in this area. More than ten generations of our ancestors have been doing business in this industry.

However, our family had to move for some special reasons.

It was thirty years ago when I came here.

In the second year when my grandfather came here, he was respected as the Living King of Hell. He has a very high prestige here. As long as he speaks, no one dares to refute it. As long as he gives orders, no one dares to deal with it. He will do his best to get things done.

Any strange things in this area are all about my grandfather. As long as my grandfather agrees to take action, dead people can become living people.

As a result, the name of the Living Hell became more and more famous.

Grandpa has been here for thirty years and has reached the deadline for our moving house. If he doesn't move, he will never be able to leave again.

Speaking of this, I couldn't figure out the specific reason. I only knew that my grandfather did this for me.

I don’t know when it started, but our family’s fortune has never been very good. From the five brothers of my grandfather’s generation to my father, there were only two men left, and when I arrived at me, I was the only one left.

If you move every thirty years, if you don’t move, you can only wash your hands, otherwise you will be punished.

Grandpa has three sons. My father died when I was born. My uncle is Wu Changsheng, my uncle is Wu Kunyuan, and my name is Wu Yazi. This name has a special meaning after my uncle said.

Jiang Ziya, Jiang Ziya, our family and the Jiang family have a deep past. My name is the word "Ziya" of Jiang Ziya. My grandfather said that I am the one who can subvert the fate of our family.

After grandpa washed his hands, he spent most of his time on me.

When I was just born, I was only the size of a raccoon cat. I couldn’t drink milk when I was born. When I was a child, I often slept all day long, without eating or drinking, as if I was in a coma.

Later, my grandfather brought me with him and held me while sleeping and eating.

It's strange that since my grandfather took care of me, my health has improved day by day.

However, although my health has improved, before I was ten years old, my legs were not strong, so my grandfather made me a wheelchair and pushed me to the forest to collect herbs every day.

My father passed away early. When my mother saw that I didn't speak or laugh day by day, she thought about taking me back and taking care of myself.

But after saying it several times, my grandfather passed it with just one word.

He said: "If you take this kid back, you won't be able to survive!"

My mother didn't believe it, and once she pushed me out while my grandfather was not paying attention.

But what I didn't expect was that as soon as I left the forest, my whole body began to twitch and my eyes began to turn white. My mother was so scared that she quickly sent me back.

Since then, my mother has never mentioned this again.

In this way, I grew up under the care of my grandfather.

When I was ten years old, my grandfather was just sixty-five years old. Our birthday was the same day, and he was fifty-five years older than me.

That year, my grandfather took me to a dark cave, then took my wheelchair away, leaving me inside for a whole night.

It’s strange that I didn’t feel cold that night, but also felt very comfortable.

Before, I always felt something was pressing on me, but that night I gradually felt relaxed. The next morning, my grandfather came to pick me up and asked me to go out.

My legs seemed to be getting better suddenly, and I no longer felt that kind of oppression when I stood up.

After that, my grandfather began to take me around and teach me how to exorcise evil spirits.
Chapter completed!