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

The sun is setting, and in the darkness, Zhongyizhuang is even more ghostly, and there is no one at all.

The whole Zhongyi Village, looks like a mortuary Yizhuang, lifeless, between the broken bricks and tiles, rats and ants are rampant, inside and outside the wall, overgrown with weeds, and a thick layer of moss has grown on the wall.

A horse slowly walked along a path almost completely covered with weeds to the main gate of Zhongyizhuang, which had also been covered with weeds and moss, faintly revealing the gate inside.

The rider was dressed in a gray cloth robe and a cloth hat, looking like a man, but with clear eyebrows and delicate skin, but it was a girl dressed as a man.

This girl is Mo Lingshuang who said goodbye from Jiazhou.

Ling Shuang got off the horse, the vast world was dim, and a weak woman in a long robe stood in front of the gloomy Zhongyi Village, looking lonely and fragile.

Taking down a package from the horse, Ling Shuang stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pushed the door, but the door was locked from the inside, Ling Shuang frowned slightly, took a few steps back, and circled around the courtyard wall, and saw that a place had collapsed, so he climbed into the courtyard from the collapsed place.

In the courtyard, there was a dead silence, a few rats swished past, Ling Shuangbei bit his red lip lightly, glanced around, and then took out a dagger from the package, and carefully walked through the corridors and alleys in the village.

The area of Zhongyi Village is not small, but there is no vitality, the village even exudes a smell of decay, there are no traces of people here for many years, vines are entwined between the houses, there are thick spider webs on the eaves of the corners, when walking, from time to time there are rats suddenly rushing by, Ling Shuangqiao's face is quite pale.

In such a gloomy place, after dark, even a big man will panic in his heart, giving birth to fear, but Ling Shuang is also quite afraid.

After walking around the village for a long time, the sky had already been completely dark, the moon had risen, by the moonlight, Ling Shuang came to a house outside, saw that the house was quite spacious, but the door was half open, it was pitch black inside, holding the dagger tightly, walking in lightly, the cold moonlight projected in from outside the door, but for a time I couldn't see the whole picture of the whole room, but I saw a small table on the side, there was an oil lamp on it, and there was a flint stone on the side of the oil lamp.

Ling Shuang approached the past, but found that the kerosene in the oil lamp had dried up, frowned, swept left and right, but found that there was a jar not far away, walked over, opened the jar, a smell rushed to the nose, Ling Shuang covered his nose, but already knew that this jar was really filled with oil, and immediately filled the oil lamp with oil, lit the lamp, and the fire lit up, Ling Shuang held the oil lamp in one hand and the dagger in the other, raised it, turned his head to look, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he exclaimed softly.

Under the lights, but I saw that there were several rows of dense spiritual positions in front of me, in this gloomy and terrifying village, it was already panicking, and suddenly saw these hundreds of spirit cards, anyone was startled, Ling Shuang couldn't help but take two steps back, looking at the silent spiritual position, it was as if hundreds of undead suddenly appeared in front of him.

There was a dead silence, Ling Shuang saw that these spirit cards were big and small, and the few spirit cards in the center were obviously larger than the others, he stepped forward lightly, and took a closer look, but saw that on the largest token in the middle, Huo Ran wrote "The position of the Emperor of Dahua Xiaoren Ling", Ling Shuang's whole body trembled, looking at the few spirit seats on the side, but they were all the royal spirit seats of the Hua Dynasty.

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

She put away the dagger, took a few steps back, knelt on the ground, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and choked up: "The remnants of the descendants have never known their background, and they have never worshiped the ancestors, but I only hope that the ancestors will forgive the remnants." He set aside the oil lamp and bowed respectfully.

There was a dead silence in the room, and hundreds of spirit seats were silent, as if they were all quietly staring at the only remaining royal heirs of the Dahua Dynasty.

Ling Shuang bowed nine times in a row, and then got up, and saw that the spiritual seat was also covered with cobwebs, and the handwriting on many tablets was covered, and he shook his head with a wry smile.

Seeing that there was the spiritual seat of the royal family of the Hua Dynasty here, the previous feeling of fear dissipated most of it, and when he went out, he found a wooden bucket, beat a bucket of water, and found a rag, and then returned to the mourning hall, stepped forward and took down the middle few spirit cards, placed them on the table on the side, and whispered to himself: "There is too much dust here, the ancestors are blasphemed, and the remnants of the ancestors are dusted, and the ancestors don't blame." "At the moment, wipe the table and chairs clean, and then sit on the edge of the table, carefully wiping the dusty spirit cards one by one.

She moved gently and carefully, not as if she was wiping the spirit card, as if she was wiping the body of an elder.

The firelight danced, but Ling Shuang's eyes were filled with tears.

The quiet night was quiet, but Ling Shuang's mood was also a lot calmer, wiped the spirit card clean, carefully put it up, and then changed a batch, these hundred spirit cards, want to wipe it clean but it will not be completed in a while, but a few buckets of water have been changed in the middle.

Ling Shuang knew that each of the spirit cards enshrined on it had a deep relationship with the Dahua Dynasty, and the founding of the Great Qin Dynasty naturally did his best to erase the traces of the previous dynasty.

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

She left from Jiazhou, all the way hard, inquired about the location of Zhongyizhuang, only then came here, a little rest on the way, wiped the spirit card at night and tired for most of the night, then felt very tired, went to close the door of the mourning hall, then returned to the table, lay on the table, but for a moment, then fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but when I woke up, I found that it was quite bright in all directions, and when I turned my head to look, I found that it was already sunny outside.

Ling Shuang took out the dry food from the baggage, and after eating the dry food, he pushed the door open, the weather was sunny, although the village was still dead and silent, but under the sun, it was not as gloomy as last night.

Ling Shuang turned his head and saw that the Bailing cards were all neatly placed, and after last night's wiping, they were all clean, looking solemn and deserted.

Although the spirit tablets have been wiped clean, but the rest of the spirit hall is covered with dust, Ling Shuang stepped forward, knelt down in front of the spirit seat, and said softly: "The descendant is just a useless little woman, she has no ability and doesn't want to make any waves, the past has passed, and the rest of the descendants can only worship the ancestors and ancestors here for the rest of their lives." After saying that, he kowtowed a few times, and then got up and went out the door.

She walked around the village, this Zhongyi Village is not small, but it is not too large, there are seven or eight courtyards, and sixty or seventy houses of all sizes.

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

It's just that Yuan Yu's life back then was obviously extremely simple, Ling Shuang searched in the village for a long time, although he finally found the courtyard where Yuan Yu lived, but there were too few traces left, but some clothes were left.

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

The queen told her that Yuan Yu had died, but there was no process of suing her death, and naturally there was no spiritual seat of Zài Yuan Yu on the tablet of the mourning hall.

At this time, she wanted to know, since Yuan Yu was dead, where was his grave?

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

Since she was ready to stay here, she cleaned the mourning hall first, and then cleaned up a room in the courtyard next to the mourning hall, and settled here for the time being.

For the next two days, Ling Shuang was cleaning the courtyard in the village.

She found that there was a storage room in the village, which stored a lot of grain and vegetables, but it was too long to eat, and other living utensils were readily available.

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

After a few days, her fear of Zhuangzi was gone, even in the night, but she was no longer afraid.

She found a piece of wood in the village, made two spirit tablets, first carved words on the spirit card with a dagger, and then found pen and ink, evenly painted ink, and then placed the two spirit cards in the spirit hall.

This is naturally the spirit card of her biological parents.

After a few days, several courtyards near the mourning hall in the village were already spotless, and after a hard day's work, Ling Shuang was quite tired, cleaned up, and then returned to his house, took the collected dry food, and ate it in the house.

The window was open, the moonlight was dim, Ling Shuang was eating dry food on the one hand, and by the light on the other, holding a scroll of scriptures in his hand, and reading it carefully.

The night was deep, Ling Shuang suddenly heard a low sigh outside the window, the night in the village was very quiet, and Ling Shuang's feeling was very sensitive, that sigh came, Ling Shuang immediately noticed, taken aback, turned her head to look out of the window, in the courtyard outside the window, an old tree was densely shaded, she frowned, walked to the bedside, held the window lattice, scanned the courtyard, and did not notice any traces, shook her head with a wry smile, secretly thought that maybe she was living here alone, and her mood had not completely calmed down, It's also possible to hear poorly.

She was about to turn around and return to her seat, when she heard a sigh from the courtyard again, this time she understood it, it seemed to be close at hand, Ling Shuang immediately turned around, "Who?" ”

After that sigh, the courtyard was still silent.

Ling Shuang hurriedly went over and picked up the lamp, walked to the bedside, put the lamp outside the window, carefully inspected the courtyard, and suddenly, saw a sound slowly moving out from behind the big tree, in the dark night, silent, like a ghost. R1058