Incense to the ancestors, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 209 The Ancestors Came to Yangjian
July [-]th, Hungry Ghost Festival.

Also known as Ghost Festival.

Legend has it that on this day, the gate of ghosts will be opened, and the passage between the yin and yang worlds will be opened at midnight, and ghosts from the underworld will return to the yang world for a short time to visit their relatives in the yang world.

If you happen to be seriously ill, then it is very likely that you will be taken away by the other party and reunited in the underworld.

So on this day, many old people do not go out.

now.

The night is coming, the moon is bright and clear.

The neon lights of Luohe City illuminate the streets, and mosquitoes fly and mate under the lights.

The summer night wind was also a little rough, and it suddenly swept across the alley, lifting the woman's skirt, leaving a trace of coolness, making the man next to her feel hot all over.

As the night deepened, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street.

The lovers moved out, and in the dark shade of the trees, in the park, they hugged each other and kissed fiercely.

Royal Villa Complex.

In Wang Xiaobao's villa, the courtyard door was open, and the gate was also open.

But there was no light on, it was dark.

The moonlight was like water, shining into the living room through the open door.

faintly visible.

In the living room, there is a huge dining table with delicious food on it, and there are fine wines and cigarettes beside it, and balloons and flowers of various colors are arranged around it.

The atmosphere is cozy.

however.

Around the hall, it was covered with white cloth.

Especially on the wall in the middle, there is a huge white banner hanging.

There is a line of big black characters written on the banner: Warmly welcome the eighteen generations of ancestors to come to Yangjian

Under the banner is a square table.

There is a three-foot-high tablet on the table.

In front of the memorial tablet, white candles are lit on the left and right sides, and an incense burner is placed in the middle. Three incense sticks are inserted in the burner, green smoke curls up, and offerings are placed in front of the incense burner.

There are roasted trotters, chicken feet with pickled peppers, apples and bananas and other things.

The candlelight is flickering, and it can be seen that on the tablet, it is written: the tablet of the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the branch of Qingping Village of the Wang family

In the hall, the mainstream colors are black and white, which looks gloomy, depressing, and terrifying.

now.

The night is deep.

There was no one in the hall, only the sound of "tick-tick" dripping from the bathroom, as if the faucet was not tightened.

The second floor.

In the study room, three figures have been hiding here for a long time.

They are Zhao Suqing, Murong Jialan, and Liu Yue.

In the afternoon, the three of them discussed and wanted to see Wang Xiaobao's relatives, so they hit it off and hid in the study on the second floor while Wang Xiaobao was out.

But after waiting for a long time, it was already late at night, but Wang Xiaobao did not come back.

Not to mention the arrival of the relatives Wang Xiaobao mentioned.

In the empty hall, the white cloth was fluttering in the wind, and the ancestral tablets were faintly visible under the white candles. The atmosphere looked weird and gloomy, and the three women couldn't help feeling a little scared.

"Little Treasure seems to be sunny on weekdays, but I didn't expect to have this habit. He has a dinner in the middle of the night, and hangs a white cloth for the ancestor's tablet, which says that the ancestor came to the world. What is this?"

Murong Jialan was a little scared, and said incredulously, "Could it be that his relatives are the ancestors of his old Wang family?!"

Zhao Suqing flicked her finger on the forehead, laughed and cursed: "Nonsense!"

"Xiaobao probably did this to show his respect for his ancestors. The relatives who came tonight should be offering sacrifices to their ancestors together."

She thought of a reason.

Murong Jialan nodded.

Liu Yue didn't speak, because she couldn't figure out why the dinner was held like a memorial service, depressing and weird.

time flies.

Another half hour passed.

"Couldn't Xiaobao change the meeting place?! It's so late and no one came." Zhao Suqing whispered.

Murong Jialan hesitated: "I didn't hear Xiaobao talk about changing the place. He rented this house before to welcome his relatives."

"Where are dozens of people!"

"Besides, I heard from him that his relatives are more popular. In order not to be shabby, they purposely found a big and luxurious villa."

Liu Yue's heart skipped a beat when she heard this, and her beautiful eyes shone brightly.

Showing off?Playing big?
That's right, it must be the summit meeting of that group of believers, that's why they are so particular about it.

relative?

She doesn't believe it.

Whose relatives can come dozens at a time?

Be an aunt!
And it's not normal to come sneakily in the middle of the night.

"Wait a little longer, don't worry, it should be soon!" Liu Yue comforted in a low voice, Zhao Suqing and Murong Jialan nodded, and they squatted on the desk and squinted.

It's just too sleepy.

After a while, Liu Yue was also a little tired, leaning against the window and squinting.

at the same time.

In a mountain range on the outskirts of Luohe City.

Wang Xiaobao stood on a rock, waiting eagerly.

He is waiting for his ancestors.

This place is the place where he and his ancestors agreed to land in the Yangjian.

Beside him lay a [-]-meter-large five-clawed golden dragon, whose scales were cast like glazed divine gold, shining with a cold divine light, and filled with a terrifying aura.

A pair of longan eyes are strange blood red, as big as two lakes of blood, deep and terrifying.

The dragon horns on the top of the head are knotted and curved, exuding endless dragon power.

There was silence around the mountains, and all the birds, beasts, insects, fish, etc. were too frightened to make a sound, and had already hid.

It is Napoleon.

"Brother Bao, thanks to your spiritual fruit, I not only recovered my original source, but also made a further breakthrough to Emperor Zhun. To be honest, I don't know how to thank you. From now on, my life will be yours." It's over!"

Napoleon said seriously, his scarlet eyes glowed with sincerity, and he stared at Wang Xiaobao standing in front of him.

"From now on, let me be your Dragon God's mount!"

It smiled gratefully.

Now, its original source has been restored, its strength has greatly improved, and its body has reached a length of [-] meters. The current length of [-] meters is because it has deliberately shrunk.

But even so, it is also extremely astonishing.

Fortunately, it hid its figure, otherwise the entire mountain range would be reflected golden by its dragon scales.

Hearing Napoleon's words, Wang Xiaobao turned his head and smiled and said, "Today, I will trouble you to be a driver."

"When the ancestors come to the world, we have to ride you home."

"When you fly with us, you can fly around Yanxing a few times, so that the ancestors can visit the mountains and rivers in Yangjian."

Napoleon grinned, "No problem."

They are talking.

The empty moon was hazy for a while, and a gloomy wind suddenly blew in the mountains.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing sand and rocks, and all the trees are swaying. The wind passes through the trees, making a whimpering sound, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Ripples gradually appeared in the void, like water ripples, forming a huge vortex in the middle.

The vortex spun rapidly, getting deeper and deeper, and finally turned into a dark passage.

It can be clearly felt that there is a gloomy, chaotic and extremely uncomfortable atmosphere in the passage.

It was the breath of the wilderness.

Wang Xiaobao's eyes narrowed, and he whispered: "Here we come!"

He hastily took out a flag that he had already prepared, a black pole and a white flag with alum hanging on it, with a line written:

Wang Xiaobao, a descendant of Yangjian, welcomes the ancestors, warmly welcome!
On the dragon horn above Napoleon's head, a banner also appeared, which read:

The exclusive Shenlong car of the eighteen generations of ancestors of the Wang family branch in Qingping Village.

(End of this chapter)