Maoxian is located in Hanzhou in the east of Xishan Road, not too far from Yunshan Road, and Zhongyi Village is a wilderness in Maoxian.

The sun sets, and the Zhongyi Village is even more terrifying and uninhabited in the darkness.

The entire Zhongyi Village looks like a corpse-stop chariot, lifeless. There are rats and ants roaming among the broken bricks and tiles, inside and outside the wall, overgrown weeds, and a thick layer of moss has grown on the wall.

A horse slowly came along a path that was almost completely covered with weeds and slowly came to the main entrance of Zhongyi Village. The gate was already covered with weeds and moss, and the gate inside was faintly revealed.

The passenger immediately wore a gray cloth gown and a cloth hat. He looked like a man, but his eyebrows were beautiful and his skin was delicate, but he was a girl dressed as a man.

This girl is Mo Lingshuang, who left without saying goodbye to Kezhou.

Ling Shuang went down to the horse, and the vast world was dim. A weak woman in a long gown stood in front of the dark Zhongyi Village, looking lonely and fragile.

After taking a package immediately, Ling Shuang went forward and pushed the door, but the door was locked from inside. Ling Shuang frowned slightly, took a few steps back, and turned around the courtyard wall for a short while, then saw a collapsed place, and then flipped into the courtyard from the collapsed place.

In the yard, there was a silence. Several rats ran by. Ling Shuang's teeth nippled her red lips, glanced around, then took out a dagger from the package, and walked carefully between the corridor paths in the village.

Zhongyi Village is not small in size, but there is no vitality. The village even exudes a scent of corruption. There are no people here for many years. Vines are wrapped around the houses, and thick spider webs are formed around the corners and eaves of the houses. When walking, rats suddenly pass by from time to time, and Ling Shuang's pretty face is quite pale.

In such a gloomy place, even a big man would feel panic and feel fearful after dark, but Ling Shuang was also quite scared.

After walking around the village for half a day, it was already completely dark and the moon had risen. Ling Shuang came outside a house with the moonlight. Seeing that the house was quite spacious, the door was half open, and it was pitch black inside. He held the dagger tightly and walked in lightly. The cold moonlight came in from outside the door, but for a moment he couldn't see the whole room clearly. Instead, he saw a small table next to it, with an oil lamp on it, and there was a flint beside the oil lamp.

Ling Shuang approached, but found that the kerosene in the oil lamp had dried up. She frowned and swept her left and right, but found a jar not far away. She walked over and opened the jar. A smell rushed towards her nose. Ling Shuang covered her nose, but she knew that there was really oil inside the jar. She immediately filled the oil lamp with oil and lit the light, and the fire lit up. Then Ling Shuang held the oil lamp with one hand and the dagger with the other, raised it up, turned her head and looked at it, her face suddenly changed, and she screamed softly.

Under the light, he saw that there were several rows of dense spiritual stalking in front of him. In this gloomy and terrifying village, it was already a panic. Everyone was shocked to see these hundreds of spiritual cards. Ling Shuang couldn't help but take two steps back. Looking at the silent spiritual stalking, it seemed as if hundreds of undead suddenly appeared in front of him.

After a silence, Ling Shuang saw that these spiritual cards were big and small, and the few spiritual cards in the middle were obviously larger than others. She stepped forward and looked carefully, but saw that the largest token in the middle was suddenly written on it, "The Position of Emperor Xiaoren of Dahua" and Ling Shuang's whole body trembled. Looking at the several spiritual cards on the side, they were all the spiritual positions of the royal family of Huachao.

Ling Shuang naturally knew that Emperor Xiaorenling was the last emperor of the Hua Dynasty, and the king of the country was his grandfather.

She put away the dagger, took a few steps back, knelt on the ground, tears slid from the corners of her eyes, and she choked and said, "I have never known my life experience, nor have I ever worshipped my ancestors, I just hope that my ancestors and ancestors will forgive me." She put the oil lamp aside and worshiped respectfully.

The room was silent, and hundreds of spiritual figures were silent, as if they were quietly staring at the remaining descendants of the Dahua Dynasty.

Ling Shuang bowed nine times before she got up. When she saw that there were spider webs on the spiritual throne, many of the handwriting on the tablets were covered, and she smiled bitterly and shook her head.

Seeing that the spiritual throne of the Huachao royal family was present here, the previous sense of fear actually dissipated most of them. When they went out, they found a wooden barrel, made a bucket of water, and then found a rag. Then they returned to the mourning hall, stepped forward and took down a few spiritual cards in the middle, placed them on the table next to them, and said softly: "There is too much dust here, which is blasphemous for the ancestors. Yu Yi takes action to remove the dust. Don't blame the ancestors." He wiped the tables and chairs first, then sat at the table, carefully wiped the dusty spirit cards one by one.

She was gentle and cautious, not as if she was wiping the spirit card, as if she was wiping the body for her elders.

The fire was pounding, and tears were smearing in Ling Shuang's eyes.

The quiet night was quiet, but Ling Shuang's mood was much calmer. She wiped the spirit cards clean and placed them carefully. Then she changed a batch of them. If she wanted to wipe them clean, it would not be possible to complete them in a short time. She changed a few buckets of water in the middle.

Ling Shuang knew that each of the spirit cards worshipped on this had a deep connection with the Dahua Dynasty. When the founding of the Daqin Kingdom, he naturally tried his best to erase the traces of the previous dynasty. In this mourning hall, perhaps the deepest traces of the Dahua Dynasty are preserved in the lower part of today.

After wiping all the spirit cards, it was already past the hour, but Ling Shuang felt a little tired.

She left Kazakhstan and found out the location of Zhongyi Village. She came here. She had a little rest on the way. She wiped the spirit cards at night and was tired after wiping the spirit cards for the middle of the night. She felt very tired. She went over and closed the door of the mourning hall, then returned to the table, leaned on the table, and fell asleep for a moment.

I don’t know how long it took, but when I woke up, I found it was quite bright everywhere. I turned my head to look, but found that it was already sunny outside.

Ling Shuang took out the dry food from her bag. After eating the dry food, she opened the door. The weather was clear. Although the village was still silent, it was not as gloomy as last night in the sun.

Ling Shuang turned her head and saw that the Bailings were neatly arranged. After being wiped last night, they were all clean and looked solemn and deserted.

Although the spirit cards have been wiped clean, the rest of the mourning hall is covered with dust. Ling Shuang walked up and knelt in front of the spirit pedestal, and whispered: "The descendants are just useless little women, they have no ability and do not want to cause any storm. The past has passed, and Yu Yi can only worship the ancestors and sects here for half of his life." After saying that, he kowtowed a few times before getting up and going out.

She walked around the village. The Zhongyi Village was not small, but not too large. It had seven or eight courtyards and sixty or seventy houses of all sizes.

She knew that her biological parents lived here back then, and just wanted to find traces of them left here.

However, Yuan Yu's life was obviously extremely simple. Ling Shuang searched in the village for a long time. Although she finally found the courtyard room where Yuan Yu lived, there were too few traces left, and she only left some clothes.

Ling Shuang didn't know if someone had searched here later and took away some important things that had left traces.

The queen told her that Yuan Yu had passed away, but she did not tell her about the death process. Naturally, there was no Yuan Yu's spiritual position above the tablets of the mourning hall.

At this moment, she wanted to know that since Yuan Yu was dead, where was his cemetery?

She searched around the vicinity of the village, but did not find the cemetery, and she felt very disappointed.

Since she was ready to stay here, she would clean the mourning hall first, then clean up a room in the courtyard next to the mourning hall, and settle here temporarily.

In the next two days, Ling Shuang cleaned the courtyard in the village.

She found a storage room in the village, which stored a lot of food and vegetables. However, it took too long to eat, but other daily necessities were all available.

The dry food had been eaten, but Ling Shuang was still dressed as a man and went to the nearby area to collect some food.

After a few days, her fear of Zhuangzi had disappeared, and even in the dark, she was no longer afraid.

She found a piece of wood in the village and made two spirit cards. She first carved out words on the spirit cards with a dagger. Then she found the pen and ink, and evenly applied the ink marks. Then she placed the two spirit cards in the mourning hall.

This is naturally the spiritual card of her biological parents.

After a few days, the courtyards near the mourning hall were already spotless. After working hard for a day, Ling Shuang was quite tired. After cleaning up, she returned to her house, collected the collected dry food and ate it in the house.

The window was open, and the moonlight was faint. Ling Shuang ate dry food while taking advantage of the lights, holding a volume of scriptures in her hand and looking through it carefully.

The night was deep, and Ling Shuang suddenly heard a low sigh outside the window. The night in the village was very quiet, and Ling Shuang felt very sensitive. The sigh came, Ling Shuang immediately noticed it, was startled, turned her head and looked out the window. In the courtyard outside the window, an old tree was densely shaded. She frowned and walked to the bedside, held the window frame, and scanned the yard, but did not notice any traces of people. She smiled bitterly and shook her head, thinking that maybe she lived alone here, and her mood had not been completely calm yet, and it was very likely that she could not hear it.

She was about to turn around and return to her seat when she heard a sigh from the yard. This time she could understand, as if it was close, Ling Shuang immediately turned around, "Who?"

After that sigh, the courtyard was still silent.

Ling Shuang hurried over and picked up the lamp, walked to the bed, reached out to put the lamp outside the window, and carefully checked the yard. Suddenly, she saw a sound slowly moving out from behind the big tree. In the dark night, it was silent, like a ghost.
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