I am your natural enemy

Outside the old mountain village ancestral hall, a large group of people were approaching at a rapid speed.

A middle-aged man, who was the fastest, walked in and saw the pile of burning tablets in the middle of the ancestral hall. His eyes almost popped out and his mentality exploded instantly.

"Mr. Jin San... this... this..."

Just as they were about to step forward, they saw Old Jin, who was staring at the tablets and mumbling, and he didn't know what to say. He suddenly raised his head and swept his eyes coldly. Those people didn't dare to step forward.

Old Jin continued to lower his head and mutter to the pile of tablets.

"Our generation is very tolerant. Some people are not careful with their words. They drink too much horse urine and brag until they believe it themselves, but nothing happens to them.

They are not stopped from making money. They made a lot of money in the early years, and some of them are still working in the department.

It's okay to flatter others, and it's also tolerated if it's not too much. We give them enough face.

When they talk big and want to take back the Forbidden City, everyone just watches for fun.

In the past, among the elders of our lineage, who dared to be so presumptuous when they were alive?

Did anyone dare to be so presumptuous?

If there is anyone who dares to be so presumptuous, you should just treat me as farting now if you haven't gone to the private room of the Ministry of Punishment for free food and accommodation.

Let me say something presumptuous. If my father hadn't worked hard all his life and I had worked hard for the first half of my life, your Don't even think about putting the tablet here.

In his later years, my father watched his contemporaries, clansmen, surnames, and fellow townsmen die one by one, and I don't know who put the wind in his mouth.

He finally gave up his face and went to ask someone, and then he was allowed to set up the ancestral hall.

Finally, the roots were not completely cut off.

You were thinking about using my father at that time, right?

I can come here today and fight for three days, which is basically equivalent to using up all my accumulated achievements for you.

My little grandson is such a good person. He could have benefited from my influence and maybe he could have become a clean and cultural person in the future.

Damn it, now he is implicated by some scum, and I can't even bring myself to lose face.

I will change my grandson's surname from now on, damn, it's unlucky!"

The more Lao Jin spoke, the more difficult it was for him to control his emotions, and his eyes became fierce.

When his father was engaged in the revolution, he was very cruel when he risked his life.

He was influenced by his father since he was a child, and secretly changed his age, and went to the frontier to fight when he was a teenager.

The biggest regret is that he was not born a few years earlier, otherwise, he could have fought Robin's devils.

Later, he went to the battlefield and almost never came back several times.

When the war was over, he followed the Lieyang tribe when it was in the most difficult time.

He continued to risk his life again, relying on the evil spirit and ruthlessness accumulated on the battlefield, and killed evil spirits as a mortal.

Even though the progress of spiritual energy recovery was low at that time, the evil spirits were far less powerful than they are now, and this was not something that ordinary people could do.

Later, when he was old, he had no talent for martial arts and had many old injuries, so he retired to enjoy his old age.

On weekdays, he didn't care whether he could live a few more years, so why would he be afraid of things now.

He didn't deliberately lower his voice, and cursed, and no one around dared to stop him.

The few old men who came later heard what Lao Jin said, and looked at the burning tablets one by one, their faces black, but no one really dared to stop him.

Everyone knew that Lao Jin dared to do this, and something big must have happened.

Lao Jin was indeed right. The ancestral hall of their lineage can only exist because of Lao Jin and Lao Lao Jin.

Especially Lao Lao Jin, who suffered a lot and didn't have a good life in the end.

Lao Jin had a fierce look on his face and fierce eyes. After cursing for a long time, he looked at the pile of tablets burning on the ground and picked up a stick to dig it.

Then he continued to curse. After cursing for more than ten minutes, Lao Jin suddenly stood up, went to a nearby place to fetch a bucket of water, and poured it directly on the fire.

Then he pulled away the burnt tablets without saying a word.

He picked up one of the burnt tablets, a small half of which had been burned. He wiped the tablet with his hand and saw the blurred handwriting on it.

"Seventh Uncle, you didn't make any big mistakes or do anything wrong in your life, but fortunately, you were not confused about justice in the end, you were tough once and sacrificed your life for the country. I have no objection to you putting it here.

It seems that you still have to save face. Your name was burned immediately. It seems that what I want to ask has nothing to do with you.

I'll burn two bird cages for you later, and you can continue to play."

Old Jin put the tablet on the table on the side and continued to pick up the second tablet.

"Oh, this is the sixth uncle, look at this tablet, it's burned so naturally, I'm afraid he died with his eyes closed and rested long ago, so what I want to ask is probably not related to the sixth uncle."

A group of people gathered outside the ancestral hall, including a few old men at the door and a few middle-aged people who are now managing the daily life of the clan. At this moment, they all understood what Lao Jin was doing and why he wanted to burn the tablet.

Because the questions to be asked cannot be avoided by these dead people, and asking living people is too inefficient, and living people will lie, and it's not easy to tell when they lie.

Old Jin picked up another burnt black tablet, looked at it for a long time, and then sneered.

"Second uncle, why is your tablet so weird?

Don't be weird when you are alive, bragging when you are drunk, if the previous dynasty is still there, you may still be a prince.

What? You didn't become a prince when you were alive, and didn't catch up with your good times, but you still miss it after you die?

Then you forgot, I know exactly where your grave is.

I will dig it out for you later and put it under the toilet of our village school.

Let the good children in our village pour some boy's urine on you to drive away the evil spirit.

I dare to say it, and I will definitely do it.

It's not like I haven't done things that betray teachers and ancestors before. "

Old Jin looked at each tablet carefully. He could recognize the tablets whose words were burned off.

After distinguishing them one by one, he finally divided the tablets into four piles.

The first group should have ascended to heaven and rested in peace.

The second group has not completely dissipated after death, but it is estimated that they have no idea what Old Jin wants to ask, and they are embarrassed to be scolded by Old Jin.

The third group may know something, but they should not have participated.

The fourth pile has only two tablets. Old Jin judged that these two definitely knew what he wanted to ask, and there was a high probability that they participated.

In total, it took half an hour to complete the preliminary identification, which was much more efficient than asking someone to ask.

Old Jin didn't want to waste time. The director-general only gave him three days. After three days, if he couldn't handle it well, then what would happen to this matter in the end, the director-general might not be able to make the decision.

After Old Jin dealt with it, the old man who had been gloomy came forward.

"Jin Lao San, what do you want to do?"

"What? You just need to know that after I burn these tablets, they will praise me for doing a good job in a few days.

Now you can check who in the village has contacted outsiders since just now.

Pull them out, regardless of right or wrong, break one leg first and then ask.

If you listen, do it, if not, I will leave now. "

As Lao Jin spoke, he picked up his father's tablet, wrapped it with cloth, and prepared to take it away directly.

In addition, Lao Jin just said that he would change his grandson's surname, which means that from now on, this place has nothing to do with him.

The old man who spoke, his face sank, and the anger he had just felt when he saw the tablet being burned was like being poured with a basin of cold water, and it disappeared in an instant.

Without waiting for others to speak, the old man said to the person next to him in a deep voice.

"Go, do it, no matter who it is, from Lao Jin's return to the village to now, who has contacted outsiders, break one leg first. "

The middle-aged man next to him hesitated, and the old man shouted immediately.

"Either you watch me die here, or do it."

A moment later, a shrill scream sounded in the village. Soon, a young man and a middle-aged man in their forties were carried over.

Old Jin glanced at the two and said in a deep voice.

"Just check it. If you can't find it within twelve hours, I will do it myself. I only have three days in total."

Soon, in half an hour, the young man who didn't know much about the clan rules and taboos, under the great memory recovery technique of the elders, successfully remembered a lot of things.

Please...collect 6...books...!

On the kang in the room, Old Jin, several old men, and two middle-aged men in charge sat together.

"This is the thing. I'm telling you now. You can do it as you like. My father's condition is not quite right. In his later years, he was a little soft-hearted, but he didn't have no idea. ”

The old man at the side lit a cigarette, his hands were shaking.

"Reverse Tiangang! Really reverse Tiangang! Lao San, you did a good job, you can even burn down the ancestral hall."

"What era is it now, still want to restore the monarchy?"

"Bullshit, this is called rebellion!"

"Call someone, there are definitely not many possible places, and there is definitely no way there is no clue. It shouldn't be difficult for us to find it."

Lao Jin was watching from the side, watching several old men singing the same tune.

When they were almost done, an old man asked Lao Jin.

"Lao San, what do you think we should do with this?"

"What do you mean by how to deal with it? Deal with what? We just found out that there are evil demons and took the initiative to clean them up. Don't say you don't know what it takes to kill people from a distance and affect the things of the previous dynasty. This is 100% evil. "

On that day, there was an undercurrent, and Lao Jin did not rely entirely on his own strength. He took the initiative to contact the head of the headquarters, saying that he had found some clues, but the strength was not enough, and he wanted the Lieyang Tribe to take action and they would assist from the side.

As soon as these words came out, it meant that the final credit would go to the Lieyang Tribe, or to the people who came to support the Lieyang Tribe, and they would take a small share to show their attitude.

At night, Lao Jin set up an incense table in his old house, put his father's tablet on it, and then lit the talisman, but after a long while, there was no change.

Lao Jin's face sank, he could not be invited, and there was no reaction at all.

His father would definitely not be confused, and he would still be upset about such a thing.

That means his father can't come.

After thinking for a while, his eyes were full of fierceness.

Okay, okay, he thought his father might know something, but in the end he just stood by and pretended not to know.

After all, these tablets are placed together. If someone really comes to worship and says something, it is indeed difficult to hide it from all the elders being worshipped.

But now it seems that his father is in trouble, so don't blame him for killing him.

What clan or different clan, he still remembers what his father said back then, bullshit clan, the most ruthless and cruel to them are the same clan, these same clan idiots are more hateful than foreign enemies.

When you take action, if you dare to be soft, you will get a big slap in the face first.

Thinking of this, he sent a message.

According to their tradition, there are only three places that can be regarded as small courts of various specifications and meanings.

One is in the capital, one is in the middle of the capital and the northeast, and one is in the northeast.

The one in the capital can be ignored directly, no one has the ability to do so.

The remaining two, just sweep them all.

On the other side, Wen Yan has reached the seaside.

It is really difficult to find a big project, and you have to wait for the right time.

But if the requirements are not too high, it will be much easier to find.

When he arrived at the place, there was already a dark-faced old man waiting here, saying that he received a call from the professor and came to cooperate.

The professor's experiment that has lasted for 20 years, and the annual data collection, is now in charge of this old man who looks like a civil engineer.

Everything has standard procedures, and Wen Yan only needs to watch from the side.

Just when this side got on track and started to deal with the charred wreckage, the general manager called.

"When you're done with your work, can you go to the Northeast to help?

An old comrade wants someone to summon his soul, but ordinary summoning is useless.

And this matter can't be too eye-catching, it's not good to ask a Taoist priest with high power to go.

Just go, it's just that no one will think it's wrong if you go."

"What do you mean no one will think it's wrong if I go? Am I the kind of person who doesn't wait to take revenge?" Wen Yan was unhappy.

"I didn't say anything specific, how do you know I'm going to take revenge?"

"I..."

"Okay, no one said you don't wait to take revenge, if you're done, just go."

After hanging up the phone, the general manager curled his lips, you only waited one night for revenge.

After killing, sending to the luxury furnace, and then scattering the ashes into the sea, isn't it just one night.

Wen Yan hung up the phone and continued to look at the construction site. The civil engineer was still supervising the whole process. There was no problem, and now he just had to wait for the concrete to solidify.

He paid attention to another skeleton that looked a little fresh.

The general manager did remind him.

What if we find out the name of the skeleton and summon its soul directly?

What if we summon its soul directly in the sea?

He thought of the last time when Pei Tugou crossed the golden bridge and killed him.

Hey, you know what, the more Wen Yan thought about it, the more he felt that this was somewhat feasible.

The matter of the eighteen wives of the river god is related to the so-called, possible small court of the previous dynasty.

Wen Yan pulled up his clothes and looked at the hanging rope hanging inside.

Isn't this a coincidence?

Pick up the phone and call Pei Tugou.

"Hello, brother, are you busy? Nothing, I'm just thinking about it. I'm free anyway. Brother, haven't you always wanted to use my hanging rope? I may have a legitimate opportunity. Brother, do you want to try it?"