The black gas rolled behind Chen Yuanxian. After a few breaths, a condensed and pure black mist appeared in the air. In the center was a wooden comb with a slap and a cold white light.

However, there are cracks visible to the naked eye on this comb.

Chen Yuanxian frowned slightly, raised his hand to penetrate the black fog, stroked the wooden comb, and the yin energy was injected like flowing water.

After more than ten seconds, the cracks of the wood comb decreased, leaving only a few subtle points.

"Beast...the devil...he is not a human...he tortures me...revenge...sister...revenge..."

The hoarse and weak voice, unforgettable hatred, mixed with indescribable fear.

"Sleep, don't think too much. You can see what you want to see soon, sister promises."

Chen Yuanxian gently took the wooden comb, touched and comforted her softly, as if she was talking about family matters.

But only the sister next to her knew what kind of anger she was hiding in her calm words.

...

"Oh woo oh"

In the early morning, the sky is twilight, and the rare rooster is dawning.

It took a night of heavy rain and drizzle, floating in the cold wind, and the white mist had already dissipated.

The ancestral hall is silent.

On the second floor, in the room with bones, Li and Chen had fallen asleep on the table at some point, with pale faces and frowning, not knowing what nightmare they were experiencing.

On the first floor, in several rooms, snoring sounded like thunder.

The villagers were frightened and fearful for the middle of the night, so they could only fall asleep in the early morning. At this time, no one woke up when they heard the chicken.

Bang!

"hiss……"

Niu Laiyun, who had a bitter face, turned over and slapped him in the face, woke up in pain and kept sucking the air conditioner.

Pulling away the wife's hand that was about to catch up with the bear's paw, Niu Laiyun got up and looked around. Seeing that no one woke up, he shook his head and pulled the quilt to cover his son, got up and put on his shoes.

After starting a family and starting a business, he was always in charge of the incense in the sacrificial hall.

Getting up early has become a habit.

He tiptoed to the door and gently removed the bolt. When Niu Laiyun saw that no one was awakened, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and slowly pushed open the wooden door.

Squeak...

With a slight friction sound, the gaps become larger, the air conditioner is coming, and the ice is cold and cold.

"Hiss...it's too cold this day."

Rub your hands and walk out of the room and complain.

Plop!

A sound came from above the head.

Well, what?

look up.

The first thing I saw was two embroidered tiles, swaying.

Going up, the hunched and thin body.

Go up.

The purple-black face covered with wrinkles under the white hair, the eyeballs in the eye sockets, and the black and blue tongue stretched out from the corners of the mouth...

"this……"

The strong visual impact brought unparalleled fear. Niu Laiyun's face pale in an instant. He subconsciously retreated, but hit the threshold and staggered to the ground.

The pain stimulated the brain, and it was not until then that his suppressed fear burst out violently, with trembling and hoarseness:

"Zhang... Zhang is dead old age!!"
Chapter completed!