"Such a high-ranking man must be a respectable person with a good reputation. If you want to choose a son-in-law, there will definitely be a lot of candidates. Why do you need to do such a forced thing?"

At this time, an old man walked out of the main room.

He was wearing a smart navy blue suit with a white shirt and tie, and his silver hair was neatly combed.

There is also a bright red flower on her chest, and the word "father-in-law" is written on the hanging red belt.

The old man's face was serious and he was not angry.

He looked solemnly at the golden light that was gradually fading from Song Xiao's body, and said in a deep voice: "Friend, I would rather demolish ten temples than ruin one marriage. Are you sure you want to meddle in other people's business... and take the person away?"

Song Xiao looked at him and said: "There is a difference between yin and yang, life and death. You must understand such a simple truth, why bother forcing it?"

"Besides, I'm not meddling in other people's business by using their money to eliminate disasters."

You need to explain clearly the cause and effect to them.

The old man looked at Song Xiao and raised his eyebrows slightly: "For money, right?"

"I have a house outside, and there are a few small yellow croakers in the safe."

"If you leave now, it's yours."

"You bad old man, how dare you hide your personal money? Tell me, are you preparing it for some little goblin?"

The woman's sharp, angry voice came from the room again.

The old man frowned, but before he could speak, the woman shouted again: "Why bother talking nonsense to him, just a person..."

"Shut up!" the old man scolded, and then looked at Song Xiao: "A gentleman should treat his beauty as a man."

Song Xiao looked at him and said: "Forcibly kidnapping someone who has not yet lived to be his son-in-law, this is not what a gentleman would do."

The old man took a deep breath and said: "You have also seen the grand scene today, so festive. If you want to take people away, where will I put my old face?"

"You can travel both worlds of yin and yang, and you are also a capable person. Why don't we all make friends."

"I am not boasting. You will definitely be of use to someone from me in the future, so feel free to ask."

"I, Han Xing... I keep my word!"

The old man said this, but his heart was not at peace.

He had seen many people with extraordinary yin abilities during his lifetime, many of whom were known as masters.

All kinds of magical performances make people feel awe.

But he had never heard of someone like the young man in front of him... who broke into his daughter's wedding scene in the middle of the night with a living body and could not only see them, but also communicate with them without any obstacles.

My heart is full of shock!

Especially when his bitter and irritable wife used Yin Feng to attack this man just now, the golden light emitting from his body made him even more afraid.

This is obviously a magical power!

Only after death do we realize that the world is far from what we imagined before we were alive.

The person in front of me... is definitely not simple!

If it were those onmyojis who meddle in other people's affairs, a gust of evil wind would basically do the trick.

Not to mention that among the guests is his ancestor, a military general who killed countless people during his lifetime, and his soul can be cut in half with just one strike!

Where is the need for such a humble discussion?

"It's okay to make friends, but you have to have principles when doing things. I won't make friends with people like you who take away people's lives at every turn."

"When a man marries a woman, it's about your own free will."

Song Xiao looked at the old man calmly and said slowly: "You are really optimistic about this person, but wait until he is a hundred years later."

"As it is now, even if I don't care today, aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"

"You don't have to believe it when you are alive, but at this moment, don't you know that there is a god above your head, so you still dare to do anything?"

There was an uncertain look on the old man's face. Anyone who was not punished by God was bullshit. What really frightened him was the man himself.

After thinking for a moment, he asked: "Are you... from heaven?"

Song Xiao looked at him and said: "Old man, don't talk about those useless things. Let him go as quickly as possible before he makes a big mistake."

At this time, someone in the courtyard couldn't help but said coldly: "So what if you are from heaven? Do you know whose territory this is? Young people, don't be too arrogant."

Song Xiaoxun looked up and saw that the person speaking was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing ancient official robes and an official hat, with a very majestic expression.

At this time, other people also spoke one after another——

"You'd better find out whose territory this is before you act arrogantly!"

"You have done this karma today, be careful of retribution on your own family!"

"Underworld is out of control, and heaven is just hanging on for a breath. Why are you so arrogant?"

Everyone in the courtyard was talking more and more outrageously, and some even used their mental energy to speak as loud as thunder in an attempt to affect Song Xiao's sanity.

"Enough!"

Song Xiao shouted, the black umbrella in his hand shook slightly, and a large number of raindrops flew out.

Every raindrop blooms with intense golden light!

Those whose bodies were hit by golden raindrops felt as if they were being burned by flames, and they immediately let out shrill screams.

Everyone in the courtyard immediately fled in all directions with horrified expressions on their faces.

"You want to fight, right? You dare to threaten me? Do you think it's great to die? Do you want to die again?"

Song Xiao looked at those people with cold eyes.

"You should be glad that I'm not here to kill people today."

The courtyard suddenly became quiet.

Song Xiao looked at the old man named Han, waiting for his answer.

The old man looked at the embarrassed guests in the courtyard and fell silent with an ugly look on his face.

To say a thousand words and ten thousand things, whether in life or death, is to gain face.

Even if this uninvited guest really comes from heaven, so what?

He is not without roots either!

The other party barged in on his daughter's wedding day to disrupt the marriage.

If we just recognize it like this, how can our thoughts be clear?

At this time, a slightly soft voice suddenly came from the hall: "Dad, forget it, he is right. Yin and yang are separated, life and death are different. Taking away a person's yang life is indeed harmful to the world. Even if he is willing, his daughter does not want to get married.

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The sharp female voice said: "How can a marriage be a trivial matter?"

The old man remained silent, looking at Song Xiao holding the black umbrella repeatedly with cold eyes, calculating the pros and cons in his mind.

Finally, he sighed: "That's it!"

He waved his hands and said in a deep voice: "Send the person out and let this matter be over."

After all, this person still made him feel afraid, so he had to tolerate him for a while.

Everyone in the courtyard looked at Song Xiao with cold eyes. Although no one said anything more, the deep resentment of not having enough to eat was written on their faces.

moment.

The groom, who was dressed in wedding clothes, was carried by two ugly-looking women, and came to Song Xiao, who threw him over fiercely.

Until this moment, the young man was still confused and had no idea that he had walked through the gate of hell.

Song Xiao reached out to take it and nodded to the old man: "Thank you!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

When I was leaving the hospital, I saw a figure standing in the shadow of an old locust tree at the door.

He couldn't see his face clearly, he seemed to be staring at him, but he didn't do anything superfluous.

Song Xiao ignored him, holding an umbrella in one hand and carrying the weightless young man in the other, and left quickly.

After walking far away, and looking back, are there any brightly lit ancient buildings?

There is clearly only a grave with lush grass and a few lonely old trees!

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

Raindrops fell rhythmically on the umbrella cover.

The sound of insects and frogs could be heard all around.

Song Xiao raised his head and glanced at the dark night sky.

In the ink-colored clouds, there seemed to be huge mountain peaks hidden among them.

Faintly visible.
Chapter completed!