The conversation was divided into two parts. The next day, Zhang Ziyu went to Jiang Bofang and was ready to talk about what he had thought about and to deal with the Jiang family's affairs first.
Unexpectedly, before he spoke, Jiang Bofang spoke first.
"Sir, I...have thought about it."
Zhang Ziyu was stunned for a moment and looked at General Jiang Bofang to see that his eyes were slightly bloodshot. It seemed that he had been thinking about it all night long.
Also, when he saw Zhang Ziyu recuperating Jiang Xiong's body, although it had only been a day or two, he was obviously getting better, and he was naturally very happy.
But just last night, he discovered that the jade pendant on Jiang Xiong had a dark crack.
He was very sure that no beating could leave such dark cracks, as if they were deeply engraved by a knife made of ink.
A crack suddenly woke up Jiang Bofang and made him realize that if Zhang Ziyu said it was not solved at all, then nothing would be solved and he had to make a decision.
After a night of thinking, he finally made the decision to go against the instructions of his ancestors and dispose of all the wax corpses of his ancestors.
"It is important to pay homage to the remains of our ancestors, but the inheritance of the family is even more important. There is no filial piety. I cannot let the Jiang family be cut off in my hands. I will be the one who makes the decision. I will take the blame for being unfilial."
After making the decision, Jiang Bofang became more resolute, with firm eyes.
He said: "Sir, I wonder how it would be more convenient for the remains of our ancestors to be disposed of?"
"Choose the cemetery carefully. If there are no corpses or other strange changes, you can bury them. Just eliminate the accumulated corpse energy. Those that have transformed into corpses must be mentally prepared to be burned."
Hearing this approach, Jiang Bofang was not too surprised. After all, he was mentally prepared. He said in a deep voice: "Please leave everything to sir. I will find a way to deal with the cemetery..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Ziyu interrupted him and said: "For the cemetery matter, you need to go to my uncle to check the feng shui and determine the tomb. He is better at handling this matter than me, and you
I'm afraid there are a lot of wax corpses in the Jiang family, and I'm afraid it won't be convenient for me to handle them alone."
It would be easy to burn them all with one fire. Just let Miss Chu Renmei and the two sisters burn them all with Bingsha, and it would be over.
But this is not just a matter of exterminating demons, it is a large-scale tomb relocation and salvation. Naturally, let professional people do the professional things, which will allow the uncle and the others to have a big business.
When Jiang Bofang heard this, he understood the same truth and nodded quickly.
"Mr. Jiang, please go to the ancestral hall to take a look first so that I can make preparations."
Jiang Bofang nodded and said, "Okay, sir, please come with me."
The two of them arrived at the last courtyard of the Jiang family's mansion. At the same time, Jiang Li felt that the time had come and took the opportunity to escape from the Jiang family's house.
Arriving at the door of the ancestral hall, Jiang Bofang took out the key and stepped forward to unlock the door.
He pushed open the tall black door leaf, and the sound of friction between door hinges was harsh, breaking the eerie silence of the ancestral hall.
The yin energy is quite heavy.
As soon as the door was opened, the Yin Qi became even stronger, and the corpse Qi was also accumulated inside, making people feel very uncomfortable.
In front of you is a staircase-shaped incense eucalyptus. At the front are the incense burners and tributes. On both sides are everlasting lanterns. Going up, there are rows of incense and spiritual tablets.
These spiritual tablets belong to the ancestors of the Jiang family, and they are the ones who mainly enjoy the incense.
This part of the ancestral hall is normal. Although it is very eerie, it is not particularly scary.
"Sir, can I offer you a stick of incense first?"
"Come on."
Jiang Bofang picked up the incense beside the eucalyptus, lit the lamp, burned the incense and inserted it into the incense burner. He looked very respectful and said in a low voice: "My descendant Jiang Bofang is unfilial. I hope my ancestors will forgive me."
Zhang Ziyu waited for him to finish lighting the incense, and then said: "Keep walking inside, the inside is the key."
There are no wax corpses in front of the ancestral hall. This is because it is not too conspicuous. Another important reason is that the Jiang family's wax corpses really cannot be displayed.
"Sir, come with me."
The two of them walked around the front hall of Shangxiang and walked deeper through a passage. Passing by a curtain, terrifying figures appeared on both sides of the passage.
Under the candlelight, the figures reveal waxy-yellow skin. Although it is not the pale and bloodless complexion of a dead person, it looks even weirder this way.
Their faces were sallow, their eyes were wide open, and they were motionless, as if they were staring at anyone who walked in.
They couldn't speak, but the corners of Ruoyouruowu's mouth were slightly curved, making it look like they were smiling.
Zhang Ziyu is naturally not afraid because of his cultivation, but if an ordinary person came, he would probably be frightened half to death and would not even be able to scream.
"Sir, these are all members of my Jiang family, but some of them are servants or descendants."
Those who can be placed on the corridor must not be the core members of the Jiang family. After all, they are equivalent to the people who guard the ancestral hall.
As you continue inside, the environment becomes darker and more eerily quiet. There are wax corpses in front and behind, all looking the same. They stare at the two of them with their eyes wide open.
Zhang Ziyu noticed that this corridor was gradually going downwards, with twists and turns, and suddenly his eyes opened up a lot.
Although it was still dark in front of my eyes, it was immediately obvious that I had entered an open space.
In front of Zhang Ziyu is a stone archway, standing in this empty space. There is a small stone staircase under the archway that extends inside.
It was already very strange for such an archway to appear in the underground space, but what was even more bizarre was that on the steps of the archway, there were several wax corpses sitting or standing.
Not only do they have different postures, but their expressions are no longer smiling. Some have their eyes open, some have them closed, and their expressions are naturally different. At first glance, they look like living people moving.
This is the weird place.
"Mr. Jiang, what is the layout of your ancestral hall underground?"
"It was built by our ancestors."
Zhang Ziyu began to be wary. If there were no problems here, he would go back to Maoshan and accompany his master to sweep the streets.
The two of them crossed the steps and walked further inside. There were more and more weird wax corpses, and they all acted as if they were alive.
The more Zhang Ziyu looked at it, the more he began to guess. This was some kind of place where the wax corpses were parked. It was clearly an underground house, but it should be called a mausoleum.
Even if a normal person makes a wax corpse to preserve the remains, they should put them in a coffin. How could they do such a thing?
Zhang Ziyu said quietly: "Mr. Jiang, you have to be mentally prepared, there is something wrong with this mausoleum."
Jiang Bofang's expression changed and he was about to ask a question when suddenly Zhang Ziyu caught a glimpse of a stone tablet standing in front of the main entrance of the underground mausoleum.
The Tomb of Jiang Xianzong, the Dang Kou General
When Zhang Ziyu saw this, his face turned dark and he immediately asked: "Do you have any generals among your ancestors?"
Jiang Bofang immediately replied: "They are the ancestors of my family. The ancestors shed their armor and returned to the fields, and then they started the Jiang family's wax business. Is there any problem, sir?"
Haha, this is a big problem. The general’s tomb I’m looking for is here.
And in this posture, the Jiang family’s wax corpse is used to raise this little cute little creature.
Looking along the way, I saw no less than two to three hundred wax corpses, and there were more wax corpses scattered in this ghost house. If I remember correctly, this Jiang family ghost house also has a basement with wax corpses in it.
Neatly lined up in rows are the servants who can't get the cards.
Hundreds or even hundreds of wax corpses came forward to accumulate corpse energy, and it would be strange if they didn't become stiff.
"Do you believe it when I say there is a flying zombie inside? It can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, suck blood from a distance, and can easily massacre a small town."
Jiang Bofang was startled and reacted instantly: "Sir, are you talking about the ancestors?"