"You see, I got up in the yard two days ago and saw a note on it, saying that it was a gift money for us from home. You said that if a normal person is such a big deal, can he not show his face?"

Wushuang took the jade jade Ruyi and took a look, the color was good, smooth and jade, and at a glance, he knew that it was the kind of old pit, but there was a faint rancid smell on this jade jade Ruyi.

"Mingqi? This is the play in the old tomb. Wushuang judged.

"Master Wisdom, isn't the problem here? I don't know what kind of evil trick my daughter has recruited, the old lady said a few days ago that you may have to come to worship Yaogong in person, so I wondered if you could help me take a look? I'm just such a girl, my future can't be ruined by that dirty thing! Chihu begs you!" The rough man knelt on the ground without saying a word.

"This thing is so evil? In broad daylight, there is an evil girl in the mountains who hooks up with a little girl? Get up, since they are all my own people, I naturally won't ignore it." You hurry up and go back, don't make any trouble when you're not at home, I will leave for Chengde on the first day of the new year. ”

Wushuang let Lao Chen send away from Chihu.

The big families are particular about the New Year, and the ancestors are even more particular, just those cumbersome etiquette Wushuang memorized for a night, and what Wu Gongyao wanted to say was a fixed set of words, Wushuang didn't like things that followed the rules, his mother was chattering on the side, he dozed off, and this year was not good.

Finally endured Chinese New Year's Eve, Wushuang's dark circles were deep, the whole person was trusted, I want to ask him what he did for the New Year?

Early in the morning on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Wushuang was put on the car in a daze, and several cars galloped on the empty highway and set off towards Chengde. Wushuang relied on the sun to set, and when he opened his eyes again, he had entered the realm of Chengde.

"Where's it?" asked Wushuang in a daze.

"Master, let's enter Chengde. Liu Mazi replied.

"Then why don't you see the street lamps and buildings? I'm hungry, let's find a hotel to eat." ”

"Don't worry, let's not go to the city, we have to go to Tunzi at the foot of Erlong Mountain first, over there, the old brothers are waiting for you." ”

"Uncle Mazi, don't scare me, aren't there all mass graves on Erlong Mountain?"

"Yes, we just want to worship them first, the old lady said, without them, our Dong family would not be where it is today!

In this case, Wushuang is not easy to be capricious, people reach a certain height, some things can not be autonomous, when the anti-Japanese resistance, there were not a few brothers who died, some did not even have names, they should be treated and recognized by the chief, and it is really unreasonable to go to Chengde not to see them.

After entering the mountain, the dirt road was bumpy, making Wushuang almost spit out bile. An hour later, I finally got to the bottom of Erlong Mountain.

Erlongshan is the east gate of Chengde, and now it is not clear what the name has changed, according to legend, there are two bearded people in Gada here during the Republic of China, one is from the family, the other is the Liu family, and they are all descendants of the emperor Laozi's royal forest army commander. The two groups of them occupy the mountain as the king, so they are also called Erlong.

The lights are bright under Erlong Mountain, and many older generations have been waiting for a long time, and they have long been looking forward to seeing the true face of the young master. The car came to a slow stop, and the old men with torches on both sides of the mountain road knelt down in unison.

"Blessed is the Lord!"

Wushuang stepped out of the car and took a look, good guy, this Chengde really deserves to be the hinterland of thieves! The oldest of these old men is even taller than Ma Fuxiang, and the younger ones are in their sixties.

"Uncles and uncles, please get up!" Wushuang suddenly felt like he was the emperor of the earth, and thought to himself, why didn't grandpa be the leader before? This feels pretty good.

His subordinates put on a mink jacket for him, and he held the sacrificial text in his hand, and walked step by step in the crowd to the depths of Erlong Mountain.

The yin wind roared angrily on Erlong Mountain, and the mountain was full of strange and strange cries of fox fairies, which was terrifying.

On the mountain, densely packed with graves, you can't see the edge at a glance, these are the remnants of that vicious battle, that war that went down in history, the theft of more than 8,000 brothers, the annihilation of the Japanese army of a whole wing of the annihilation of the whole army annihilated, so that the Japanese army to the thief Wu Gongyao frightened.

Wushuang walked up to the mass grave post of Erlong Mountain, leaned down, pulled a few pieces of hay from a lonely grave, and then pinched a pile of paper money and threw it high into the air, and the dark coins fell flutteringly, and with the yin wind kept hovering in the mass grave for a long time and refused to disperse, as if the underground undead were recognizing and respecting the new young master.

"Bye!" Ma Fuxiang shouted as he stood behind Wushuang and was fully dressed.

With his high-pitched shout, hundreds of bandits' bearded men fell to the ground on one knee, their heads facing the leader, waiting for him to light the ritual.

The sacrificial texts held without hands are pure Manchu, and the words written on them are praises of the ancestors.

The fire lit up, and the ritual rose with green smoke, setting fire to all the coins scattered on the mountain. At this time, Wushuang just raised his head and saw a puff of smoke coming out of a large tomb on the mountain, and this wisp of white smoke quickly melted into the fire and disappeared. It cast a gray veil over his heart, which did not bode well.

People say that the green smoke from the ancestral tomb is to bless future generations, so that future generations can turn evil into good fortune, can move smoothly, and can soar. But these are not the ancestors of the unequaled, but the undead who died under the guns of the Japanese devils. They are all ownerless lonely ghosts, and it seems that something is going to happen in this area recently!

At the heavy dà ceremony, Wushuang couldn't say bad words, so he could only temporarily suppress this matter and reluctantly let the ritual go on first.

There are eight thousand lonely souls buried on this mountain, and they have been living alone here for half a lifetime, how can they be free from resentment? Forgive them for their rudeness, and respect their loyalty. Wushuang comforted himself.

Licheng, Wushuang didn't tell outsiders what was on his mind, sent the group of thieves away, and followed Ma Fuxiang and others back to Tunzi. The biggest family in this tun is the Red Tiger, who is used to being domineering, and after liberation, he is still the No. 1 big man here, and he has to give face on any road. Because he used to be the gunner by Wu Gongyao's side, he left a lot of savings, which was enough for them to have no worries for several lifetimes.

From the spacious home, the big mansion is almost built to catch up with the old mansion of the Dong family, and there are three in and three out of the house. This is the New Year, there are also red lanterns hanging at the door, Wushuang didn't wait to enter the door, he put two whips from home, and the crackling earthquake echoed in the valley.