I Brush Attributes from Ghosts

Chapter 180 [-] Why Are You Looking At Me, Why Are I Looking At You?

Yao Chengjun's house in a big courtyard not far from the snack street.

At this time, in the Dabie courtyard, there was a large ceiling with wreaths placed one by one, and a coffin in the center.

The gate of the other courtyard was open, and there was a large table and dozens of chairs outside the gate. It was full of people, and everyone was wearing mourning clothes.

China has a vast landform, and each place has its own funeral method.

Sometimes, even if they are separated by one village, the methods of handling funerals are different between villages.

The custom of Yao Chengjun's family is burial. Although it is now stipulated that burial is not allowed, because Yao Chengjun's ancestors were wealthy landowners, half of a nearby mountain is owned by their family.

Therefore, that half of the mountain was used as the cemetery of Yao Chengjun's family.

After the funeral today, according to the custom, everyone waited overnight and buried the second uncle's coffin in the ground tomorrow morning.

Now Yao Chengjun's relatives are all here, and they seem to be arguing about something.

As for Yao Chengjun, his face was not very good-looking, and he looked tired.

Behind him, there is a little boy about ten years old. The little boy looks timid, with a pair of small hands grabbing Yao Chengjun's clothes.

"Cheng Jun, when are you going to send Yao Tong away?" An elderly-looking aunt asked Yao Chengjun.

As she spoke, the relatives around all looked sideways, intentionally or unintentionally looking at the little boy behind Yao Chengjun, with fear and disgust flashing across their faces.

Facing the aunt's words, Yao Chengjun seemed unable to bear the suppressed anger in his heart any longer, and shouted loudly.

"I really don't know what you are thinking all day long. Tongtong is just a child. Why do you blame a child for this?"

"Don't blame him or anyone. As soon as this broom star came, people started to die in our family." Someone stood up and retorted.

"That's just a coincidence!" Yao Chengjun said angrily.

Suddenly, someone stood up again, this time it was an old middle-aged man.

"Coincidence? Grandpa died within three days of the Broomstar's arrival, followed by Second Grandpa. Is this a coincidence? Let's just forget about two more dead. How many of them have died? Don't you want the Yao family to die?" Are you satisfied with all dead?!"

Like a boulder falling into a lake, the middle-aged man's rude and unreasonable words, all the Yao family members present were filled with righteous indignation, and bluntly asked Yao Chengjun to send Yao Tong away.

Yao Chengjun was trembling with anger, but there was nothing he could do. In the end, he could only slap the table violently without saying a word.

Seeing this, the old middle-aged man gave Yao Chengjun a cold look.

"I have already contacted the orphanage and told them that we are not suitable to adopt Yao Tong, and they will send Yao Tong away the day after tomorrow."

Swish!

Yao Chengjun stood up all of a sudden, his eyes seemed to burst into flames, and he was furious.

"I'm Cao Nima's. Tongtong is my son. If I don't agree, who dares to send you away. I will send you away. Believe it or not, I will send you away first!"

Full of anger broke out at this moment!

He was like a lion, a mad lion.

However, the lion's anger did not arouse everyone's timidity, but aroused their arrogance.

"Cheng Jun, why are you talking to your third uncle? Don't you know how to respect your teacher!"

"Cheng Jun, what are you yelling at! Uncle San is doing this for everyone's benefit."

Yao Chengjun confronted all the relatives of the Yao family, and a fight was about to start.

At this time, a voice sounded.

"Fight, fight quickly, punch, Yao Chengjun, punch, punch, that uncle, kick, kick."

Wang Ping, Zhang Hao and others walked over, and the person who made the sound knew without thinking that it was Wang Ping.

Everyone in Yao Chengjun, who was still on the verge of breaking out, was stunned, and they all looked at Wang Ping.

At the same time, Wang Ping had already walked in front of Yao Chengjun, he patted Yao Chengjun on the shoulder and said.

"Yao Chengjun, you punch, didn't you say you want to send your third uncle away, hurry up and send him spiraling up to heaven with a punch."

Afterwards, Wang Ping looked at Third Uncle.

"Hit, hit Yao Chengjun, if you are a gentleman, go for it."

As he spoke, Wang Ping waved his hand at the Yao family members.

"I said, what show are you watching, don't have an expression of "what are you looking at me for, and what am I looking at you", tear it up, fight, don't be cowardly, whoever is cowardly is not human."

"Hey, that's the one. Yes, I'm talking about you. You scolded me so fiercely just now. Come on, haven't you heard the words of Confucius? If you can do it, don't force it."

Quiet, the air is as silent as sudden death.

The audience was silent.

Everyone in the Yao family was present in a daze, and what was supposed to be a tense scene turned into a collective daze.

At this point, they had only one thought.

Who is this person? !

Seeing that Wang Ping was still instigating the crowd to fight, with the appearance of "you monkey Sai Lei, fight quickly", the third uncle's anger was instantly extinguished, and he asked Yao Chengjun in a daze.

"Cheng Jun, who are you?"

Yao Chengjun was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head blankly.

"I do not know him."

Everyone: "???"

do not know?Who is Nanima?

In the current situation, there is a feeling that when the Three Qings of the prehistoric world are about to fight, a Hun Tiandi who is riding a horse suddenly comes into chaos.

Finally, Yao Chengjun, who was closest to Wang Ping, asked.

"Who are you?"

"Me? Wang Ping, I'm here to find you."

As Wang Ping said, he looked down at the little boy named Yao Tong beside Yao Chengjun.

"You are Conan, right? Hello, I am Wang Ping, Mao Lilan's boyfriend."

a long time.

Because of Wang Ping's intrusion, Yao Chengjun and his relatives failed to quarrel, and Yao Chengjun and others finally asked what this intruder "Soul Emperor" was here for.

He came to exorcise ghosts and help Yao Chengjun's family exorcise ghosts.

Hearing the reason for Wang Ping's visit, everyone in Yao Chengjun wanted to drive Wang Ping away immediately, and some even wanted to beat Wang Ping.

It turns out that this is a neurosis.

However, before they could drive Wang Ping away, Wang Ping signaled Zhang Hao to perform Taoism.

Seeing Zhang Hao's Taoism that didn't look like magic or special tricks at all, everyone really believed that Wang Ping was a Taoist priest and that ghosts really existed!

"Mr. Wang Ping, are you saying that the continuous death of our family is not because of sweeping... Yao Tong, but because of ghosts?"

The third uncle asked tremblingly, his expression pale.

The others were similar. When they heard that they were haunted by ghosts, their faces turned pale and their livers trembled.

Wang Ping glanced at the third uncle, too lazy to talk to the third uncle, and motioned to Zhang Yan beside him to explain to them.

Zhang Yan stepped forward, looked at the third uncle indifferently, and said leisurely.

"Yao Tong is not a broom star at all, but a lucky star. You should thank him. If there is no him, not only six of you will die, but the entire Yao family will die."

As soon as the voice came out, everyone was stunned and their pupils shrank suddenly.

What does this mean?

At this moment, Wang Ping suddenly said: "Forget it, Yanyan doesn't need to explain to them, just let them see with their own eyes, where is your ancestral grave, take us to your ancestral grave."

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Chapter 180 Three Digging Your Brother's Grave First, Now Digging Your Grandpa's

It was night, the dark clouds were closed, the moonlight was hazy, and the starlight seemed to be covered with a layer of black gauze. Only a few stars seemed to struggle out, emitting faint light in the gaps in the black clouds.

Looking up at the night sky, it seems that the world is being dragged into darkness little by little.

The Yao family, a folk family whose genealogy goes back to the early Qing Dynasty, stood in rows on the Yao family cemetery, with weeds all over the place.

Standing on the top of the Yao family cemetery, looking at the rows of graves.

The night wind was blowing, and the weeds on the grave were swaying. Accompanied by the sound of the wind and the rustling of the grass and trees, it was chilling, as if a disastrous hand would break out of the grave in the next second.

At this time, Yao Chengjun and the Yao family brought Wang Ping and others to the mountain.

If they didn't go up the mountain in groups, it would be on their own graves, and the graves at night would make Yao's family tremble.

boom! boom! boom!

The dull sound of the shovel digging sounded one after another.

Wang Ping watched the movements of the Yao family youths raising their hoes again and again, and said to Shangguan Jianguo and the others beside him with emotion.

"People often say to dig your ancestral grave and blow up your grave. I didn't expect that one day I would do it. I took others and dug other people's graves. Why does this feel so exciting? Now it's almost a blow to the grave."

Shangguan Jianguo and the others couldn't laugh or cry.

Just before coming to Yao's cemetery, Wang Ping told Yao Chengjun to bring more shovels and picks.

Everyone in the Yao family was puzzled by this.

The third uncle asked, "Why do you need an iron pick?"

"Bring an iron pick to the grave, what do you think you can do? Digging a grave, of course."

"Ah?" The Yao family's eyes widened.