Under an iceberg, there was an old man with white eyebrows and white hair sitting cross-legged.
Suddenly, his eyes opened.
Nothing strange happened.
However, his eyes were extremely deep, like the starry sky.
"God-killing blade!"
"Why was it launched a year in advance?"
"Why did the evil spirits of Yongcheng attack in advance? Did something unexpected happen?"
It turns out that this old man is the sword creditor mentioned by the Lord of the Evil Spirit Mansion.
But his appearance was completely different from the knife-granter Liang Du met.
Instead, he looks like a teacher.
He had some doubts in his heart, after all, this was a chess piece, but no matter what, it was impossible for him to be born now to find out the truth.
Because the time has not come yet.
If you go to the Daxia area at this time, I'm afraid those old immortals from Daxia Chaoye Town Division will have an excuse to take action.
Now they have a tacit understanding with the Great Xia Dynasty. They are fishing, and the same is true for the Great Xia Dynasty.
Both sides of the Yongning Mansion are making plans, and the Daxia Dynasty's current deployment in the Yongning Mansion is very small.
Thinking of this, he closed his eyes again.
At this time, it is not the time to be born yet, so be patient.
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Outside Yongcheng.
Tanluo Village.
At this moment, a funeral procession, dressed in linen and plain cloth, held up a white cloth, and went to the mountain forest cemetery amidst the sound of suona.
Behind the team was a woman holding a child and crying sadly.
After the deceased is buried, relatives need to visit the cemetery every seven days and burn paper money, a total of seven times for a total of forty-nine days, which is called burning seven.
The first time I called Tou Qi.
The last time is called Duanqi.
And this team is in the first seven.
At this time, there was a sudden commotion at the front of the team, and then a black dog was driven away.
Several old people in the relatives' team looked ugly.
A black dog digging into a grave is not a good thing.
Originally, when Lu Laoqi died, there were some rumors, but now that something like a black dog digging into his grave happens again, they will naturally look ugly.
The faces of the relatives' team also had different expressions. Even the woman who was crying didn't cry anymore, her expression was a little uncertain.
Because this time there was an unlucky phenomenon like black dogs digging into graves on the first seven days, everyone was a little absent-minded. They burned the paper money in a hurry and left after a while.
On the way back, everyone looked at Lu Laoqi's widow, Xiao Cui.
Everyone looked a little confused and the atmosphere was dull.
Xiaocui has stopped crying now, but is holding Lu Laoqi's biological son, her stepson, a three-year-old child.
The hug was very tight.
No one spoke at this moment.
At night.
The lobby of Lu Laoqi's house was still brightly lit.
In the middle of the lobby, Xiaocui was still burning paper money, and next to her were several of Lu Laoqi's nephews.
When Lu Laoqi's son became sleepy, Xiaocui went back to his room to rest, and the nephews continued to keep vigil.
However, these people looked at Xiao Cui's back with a pity.
Lu Laoqi was also very poor in his early years. His wife also died of illness, leaving only one son.
A year ago, he entrusted his son to the care of his third uncle from the same clan and went out to make a living on his own.
Who would have thought that not long after, he returned to the village with a large amount of money, bought land and a house, and became a rich man in the village.
This group of them has also benefited from Lu Laoqi's glory, and they have benefited a lot.
Lu Laoqi is also a very generous person. As long as he can help, he will help.
Soon, their branch became the richest branch of the Lu family in the village.
Later, under the introduction of the matchmaker, Lu Laoqi married a young girl, Xiaocui.
I heard that Xiaocui was a top figure in the city and was redeemed by Lu Laoqi. Of course, these are all rumors and no one has confirmed it.
At this time, the night was deep, the candlelight was flickering, and the paper money was burning in the basin.
"I heard from Third Uncle that because Xiao Jian is too young and Seventh Aunt is a woman after all, he plans to let some of our respected elders help take care of Seventh Uncle's business before Xiao Jian grows up."
"Yes, what Third Uncle said is not unreasonable. We are all from the same branch, so naturally we will not let anything happen to Seventh Uncle's business."
"But I heard that Uncle Qi's death was very strange. It was said that the subsequent Aunt Qi was poisoned by greed for property, and Uncle Qi died."
"Don't talk nonsense."
"Why did I talk nonsense? Otherwise, how could Uncle Qi suddenly die of illness when he was still in the prime of life?"
At this time, several young people almost quarreled because of different opinions, and their voices could not be suppressed for a while.
"Stop talking, this is Uncle Qi's house, and you are gossiping here. Are you a tongue-tied woman?"
As soon as these words came out, several people reacted and fell silent for a while.
They stopped talking and continued to keep vigil, burning paper money in the basin.
At this moment, Lu Laoqi's nephew stood up.
"I'll go to the hut first and be back soon."
"Um."
No one else cared either.
The young man went out with a lantern. There was a blood moon in the sky outside, and it was a bit cool.
The mountain village was usually quiet after nightfall, so he headed all the way to Lu Laoqi's backyard hut.
Uncle Qi’s family is really big.
There is also such a big and nice hut.
Although the living conditions of their group are better than those of other people in the village because of Lu Laoqi's support.
But after all, they are all villagers in mountain villages. How can they spend a lot of money just to build huts?
They only had a few bundles of hay, and they just dug a hole and used it as a hut.
It's not like the hut of Lu Laoqi's family, which is divided into two rooms. They talk about the difference between men and women. How can they, the villagers, be so particular about it?
At this time, he hung the lantern at the door of the hut, and was filled with comfort after a meal.
He grabbed the hay, wiped his back casually, picked up his pants and prepared to leave.
But at this moment, a rustling sound came from the latrine next to it.
"Huh? Is it Aunt Seven?"
Because Lu Lao Qi Tou Qi, only the nephews and Lu Lao Qi’s widow are left in the family, and there is a women’s hut next to it, right?
At this time, he didn't know why he was a little distracted and itchy.
Lu Laoqi's widow, Xiaocui, is a flower in the village, a rare beauty, otherwise there wouldn't be so many rumors about her.
Moreover, if Lu Laoqi hadn't been rich, he wouldn't have been able to marry such a young and beautiful woman.
As for Lu Xiaofang, he is still single in his prime years.
Thinking of this, he was filled with lust and evil, and cautiously left the hut.
The lantern was still hanging on the side of the hut, and he secretly lay down on the other side of the hut.
He looked inside, but there was no one there.
Strange, I heard a sound just now, why is there no one there?
At this time, suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Seventh Aunt, I'm just here to go to the hut."
Lu Xiaofang was startled, thinking that he had been caught peeping. In desperation, he immediately started to quibble without even thinking about it.
He turned his head, and Xiaocui was indeed standing behind him.
Under the white filial piety, Xiao Cui's face was pale, as if she was overly sad, but it made me feel pity for him.
Xiaocui didn't say anything at this time and hugged Xiaofang directly.
Lu Xiaofang immediately stiffened.
How long has he ever held a woman in his arms?
The bumpy body in his arms and his face were full of protectiveness. Xiao Fang was already at a young age, so how could he hold it back?
Immediately, he reached out and hugged Xiao Cui.
He didn't notice that at some point, the lantern he hung at the door of his hut had already been extinguished.
Moreover, there was fog in the backyard, but he was only thinking about the woman and didn't care.
So cold.
How does it look like an ice cube?
Xiaofang felt that Xiaocui's body was a little too cold.
And his originally rosy complexion became increasingly pale.
Suddenly, he shivered, but his face was full of fear.
The woman in his arms turned out to be a paper doll.
He looked panicked, but found that he couldn't scream.
He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move.
He was shocked and frightened, and suddenly his body collapsed.
Under the blood moon, there was silence.
In Zhaipo's residence, there was a paper figure in Zhaipo's hand, with a mysterious smile on his mouth.