Original Spirit: Start Capturing Coconut And Goat To Say Goodbye To Inadequate Nutrition

Jiayi was flustered at the moment, a mysterious existence, evaded their reconnaissance, put a few incense sticks on the Yan family ancestral hall, and took away a spiritual seat in the ancestral hall, everything happened quietly, but they were still kept in the dark for so long without knowing it, it was terrifying to think about.

"I think that spiritual seat is the key." Xing Qiu said, "Brother Yan Yan, the spiritual seat that was taken away is the spiritual seat of your deceased relative, can you think about it?"

"I try my best..." Yan Yan smiled bitterly.

It has been ten years since his old father died, and since then, he can count the number of times he visits Yanjiazhuang to his relatives every year, where can he remember every spiritual seat in the ancestral hall?

The blood relationship with Yanjiazhuang is gradually fading, and the memory of Yanjiazhuang has become blurred.

After so many years, it was really not an easy task to ask him to recall the bits and pieces about Yanjiazhuang.

This unusual blood case is so confusing for everyone.

By the time Mo Ye and the others came out of the Yan Family Ancestral Hall, the sunset was already about to set.

Yanjiazhuang is surrounded by mountains, and there is very little sunlight that can shine here, and when the sun sets, it will return to darkness.

Throughout noon, many clues were found, but they always felt that they were getting farther and farther away from the truth, each clue was blurred, and the more clues, the more confusing this incident became.

"It's time to send the dead to life!"

The breeze blew through the mountains, and Walnut stretched.

Sending people to life is her job.

To be honest, she also wants to be lazy, if one day no one in this world will die, maybe it will be beautiful, but at least these thoughts are too ethereal now.

"Let's perform the cremation ceremony, I think there should be no missing clues, and even if there is, it is just useless information that will disturb people's dreams." Chongyun said.

As a Fangshi, after dealing with demons and demons for so many years, his courage has been sharpened to the extent that he is not afraid of heaven and earth, but if he really wants to witness the death of so many innocent people, he will inevitably feel sad in his heart and look solemn.

"Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, and the old brother's day mourns and changes." Xing Qiu patted Yan Yan's shoulder, telling him not to be too sad.

Yan Yan was not too sad, although these people were more or less related to him in terms of blood.

He just felt empty in his heart.

Xingqiu asked him to recall the time when Yanjiazhuang was, and he more or less sorted out his experiences many years ago.

Recalling the past, more only emotion.

"Everyone, back off!"

Taking a deep breath, Walnut coughed, and immediately made a gesture for everyone to step back.

After Mo Ye and the others retreated, Hu Tao's lazy eyes suddenly changed.

It was an extremely complex look in the eyes, containing fire and sadness.

But she quickly closed her eyes, and her hands moved quickly, forming an obscure mark.

"Yin and yang are orderly, fate is impermanent, use this butterfly fire to guide Ru!"

The indifferent voice like a spell echoed around the village of Yanjiazhuang.

As soon as the voice fell, flames emerged from around the walnut.

The flames brought a distinct feeling of heat, and at this moment, Mo Ye suddenly noticed that the temperature in the surrounding environment was climbing rapidly.

The bone-piercing coldness and chill before was gone in the blink of an eye.

Hu Tao is the owner of the Eye of the Fire God, and manipulating the fire elemental power could not be easier for her.

One by two... Even more flames galloped towards the cold and corrupt corpse.

The speed of the flames was so fast that Mo Ye couldn't even see their trajectory.

How many flames there were, Mo Ye couldn't count, maybe twenty, maybe thirty.

The crimson fire turned the dim Yanjiazhuang into a bright one.

Under the light of the fire, Mo Ye could even see the pale and withered skin of those who had died.

Mars splashes all around, like flying red butterflies.

The sound of "zizi" sounded, and a small sea of fire made of walnuts quickly drowned the corpses.

Of course, the flame is under the control of Walnut, as if it were an elf with autonomous consciousness.

They will not spread to other places, so they can only burn the bodies of the dead, not to the houses of Yanjiazhuang, let alone to others.

Standing in front of the fire, the flames illuminated Walnut's graceful body.

Mo Ye happened to be on the opposite side, and from his angle, he could just see Walnut's cheeks, and he could clearly see Walnut's eyes.

What kind of look is that?

Sad? Lonely?

The eye sockets were slightly red, and there seemed to be star-like points of light flickering in the pupils, and Mo Ye couldn't tell if it was tears or what.

"Whew! Succeed with flying colors! The

flames continued to burn for half an hour, and when it was late at night, Walnut let out a long breath, and she snapped her fingers at the flames, which were like soldiers who had received orders, and they rushed towards Walnut, and disappeared around Walnut's delicate body after a while.

As the hall master of the Hall of Past Life, I don't know how many funerals she has been in charge of over the years, and I don't know how many remains of the deceased have been cremated, but it is still the first time that she has cremated so many dead people together.

After the flames dispersed, large expanses of ashes were left behind, and a pungent smell of burnt spread out.

She waved her hand gently, and the ashes that still retained residual heat followed her strength and flew towards the deep mountain streams.

At the bottom of that mountain is a deep ditch that witnesses the history of the entire Yanjiazhuang.

Proof of keeping them on earth, buried there forever, may be the best destination for them.

"Hey, don't be so sentimental!"

After doing all this, Hu Tao came to Mo Ye and waved his hand in front of his dull eyes.

"I think Hall Master Hu is more sentimental than me." Mo Ye shook his head and said.

He was right, after all, he did not witness so many life and death partings at a young age like Hu Tao.

"It's not as serious as you think, I've seen life and death a lot."

She deliberately turned her head away to prevent Mo Ye from seeing her face, and said so in a relaxed tone.

"We're staying here tonight." Chongyun came over, "That murderer is not without the possibility of returning, I have set traps around, some special means of our family, if the murderer comes back, you can also use this to counteract and let him throw himself into the net."

Mo Ye spread his hands, and at present, it seemed that all they could do was wait.

Whether it was waiting for the murderer to return to Yanjiazhuang, or waiting for Yan Yan to remember some important clues.

As far as the clues they have searched for so far are concerned, they do not play any decisive role at all, but make the whole thing more complicated and confusing.

Several people's minds are a mess, they can't find key clues, and finding the real murderer is as ethereal as childhood fantasies.

Say it's rest, and no one can really fall asleep.

The Thousand Yan Army was guarding the entrance of the village, and Yan Yan was sitting on the threshold of the Yan Family Ancestral Hall, obviously thinking about something absent-mindedly.

Xing Qiu and Chongyun discussed clues in a low voice together, while Mo Ye and Hu Tao looked at the stars in the sky bored.

In the second half of the night, Mo Ye felt a little tired, so he rested against a wooden house.

"Whew..."

The nap didn't last long when several sharp and terrifying screams rang out, waking him from his shallow sleep.