God will not care if you kill someone for revenge.
Therefore, Ximenyu is still thinking that if Nangongji's relatives have some sense and do not stop Ximenyu from killing Nangongji and admit that Nangongji should indeed die, then Ximenyu may not kill them again.
Although it was the second master who died, after all, the lives of others are also lives, and the name of the second master is not more precious than theirs, to God.
Ximenyu spent an hour building a small wooden house as a mourning hall, then moved the mourning platform into the small wooden house, hung up white lanterns, hung white cloth around the mourning hall, and pasted elegiac couplets on the door.
"No, don't, don't, wuwuwu, I don't want to die." Nangongji roared desperately, watching Ximenyu continue to complete the preparations, and the waiting that was getting closer and closer almost made him collapse.
Ximenyu lit candles on the coffin, lit a large handful of incense, took out fruits and other sacrificial offerings, and arranged them one by one.
Ximenyu took out three bowls first, walked to Nangong Ji, and without blinking, stabbed Nangong Ji's belly with a knife.
There were three bowls of blood in the bowl.
"Second Master, Brother Yang Qing, I, Ximen Yu, have come to pay my respects to you today. Don't worry, drink the blood first to moisten your mouth."
Ximen Yu respectfully placed three bowls of blood on the mourning platform, then took out a hanging firecracker and a large fireworks display.
"Bah bang bang!" The firecrackers were lit, and the fireworks were also lit and shot into the sky.
Of course, Nangongji didn't die so soon. Ximen Yu just made three bowls of blood to quench the thirst of Master and Yang Qing. The fun of worshiping was still to come.
"No, Ximenyu, please let me go, Ximenyu, I beg you, I don't want to die." Nangong Ji yelled.
In the distance, hundreds of people seemed to have arrived at this time. They were Nangong Ji's close relatives.
They saw the firecrackers and fireworks set off by Ximen Yu, so they knew this place.
Ximenyu knew before setting off firecrackers that his whereabouts would be revealed.
But Ximenyu didn't care about this at all. So what if they knew about it. Ximenyu still said the same thing, if Nangongji's relatives dared to come up to stop Ximenyu from worshiping the second master and Yang Qing, then Ximenyu would have no choice but to go on a killing spree.
Not a single one of Nangong Chicken’s hundreds of close relatives was left alive.
"Hurry up, they are there!" Hundreds of people flew over quickly from a distance. They had already seen the mourning hall built by Ximen Yu, as well as numerous white lanterns and white cloth, and dozens of elegiac couplets posted outside.
Although it only took Ximenyu one hour, as a strong man, Ximenyu could build a very good mourning hall in one hour.
Ximenyu's heart was very heavy. At this time, it was especially easy to think of various scenes of the second master's life, and Ximenyu's eyes were wet.
Ximenyu took out a suona.
The next thing Ximenyu has to do is to "open the way" for the second master and Yang Qing.
Some people don’t understand what opening the door means. This is a custom in Ximenyu’s hometown. Generally, relatives of deceased people, especially old people, must open the way for them. They invite many players to play gongs, drums, suonas, etc. to open the door for them.
If you have a connection, it means that the Yangjian has submitted the identity certificate to the managers of the underworld, and the managers of the underworld can arrange the identity of the deceased. The household registration has been transferred from the Yangjian to the underworld, and there is a house to live in the underworld. It is no longer a black household.
.Otherwise, you will always be a lonely ghost.
These customs have been passed down from Ximenyu's hometown for thousands of years. Ximenyu doesn't know whether they are true or not, but Ximenyu must open the way for the second master so that the second master will no longer be a lonely ghost.
However, Ximenyu is only one person, and he doesn’t understand the specific procedures. Ximenyu only knows this outline.
It seems a little anxious. I should have gone back to my hometown in Donghai City first and asked those who specialize in magic to take care of it.
"Forget it, I can do whatever I want, Second Master, Yang Qing, don't be offended."
Ximenyu started to play the suona to lead the ghosts of the Second Master and Yang Qian here.
At this time, Nangongji's relatives also arrived.
"Ximenyu, stop." Nangongji's grandfather roared and flew up.
By the way, Nangongji's grandfather's strength is at the fifth level of origin. Although he is a grandfather, it is a pity that his talent is not good and he must fall behind.
Ximenyu stopped playing the suona and said angrily: "Who dares to come up and stop me from worshiping my master? Don't blame me, Ximenyu, for being rude."
"Ximen Yu, what do you want to do!" Nangong Ji's grandfather didn't think so much and went to save Nangong Ji immediately.
Ximenyu was in a very heavy mood. He personally opened the door for the second master, and he even dared to cause trouble.
"Seeking death!" Ximenyu shouted and rushed forward.
"Pah!" Ximenyu, who was furious, slapped Grandpa Nangong Ji firmly with his palm.
"Phew!" Nangongji's grandfather flew into the air.
"Bang!" Suddenly, as he flew into the air, his whole body exploded, like a firework. It rose into the air and exploded with a bang. His flesh and blood scattered everywhere, turning into a gorgeous dance of blood. There was no body left.
, all that is left are pieces of scattered corpses.
"Ah, father."
"grandfather!"
"dad!"
"uncle!"
The other people flying up from behind started shouting, and the person shouting was naturally Grandpa Nangong Ji, who was photographed as a "firework" by Ximen Yu.
Ximenyu now needs to concentrate on opening the way, and has no time to struggle with these people. Ximenyu jumps up one by one, and slashes at the big tree next to him in the air. The big tree starts from the top of the tree, splits in the middle, and half of it falls to the ground.
, half of it stood upright, forming a board. Ximenyu grabbed the Nangong Chicken, used it as a writing brush, and wrote on the board: "Go up to the first one and die!"
Those few people typing are shocking.
Because blood was bleeding from Nangongji's belly and had already soaked his whole body, Ximenyu grabbed him and wrote with his blood.
Ximenyu continued to play the suona and completed the ritual to open the way.
Nangongji's relatives were indeed intimidated by Ximenyu's aura. No one dared to come forward to disturb Ximenyu's ritual. They just cried desperately and were anxious about doing it a hundred meters away.
Of course, Nangong Hao is not here and probably hasn't come yet, and neither is the person who called Nangong Zhengming.
But they will definitely come. After such a big incident, it is impossible for Nangong not to come to clear his name this time.
Ximenyu played the suona for twenty minutes, then took out a bag of rice and threw rice around as hard as he could.
I really don’t know when Ximenyu started doing this part-time, but he still looks decent.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuwhere are you? If you don't come here quickly, you want your brother to die, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Nangongji's mother was crying and yelling at the phone. It seemed that she was talking to Nangong Hao on the phone.
Ximenyu had just set up a pot next to him, and now the water was boiling. Ximenyu put down the scattered rice bags. He walked to Nangongji, picked up the knife, and cut off Nangongji's two legs first.