Starting from the ultimate, the keeper behind the Nine Gates

Jiang Xing looked up at the moon and asked casually, "Today is the seventh day after the groom's death, right?"

Father Lin was shouting for people to carry Zhou Yanhong and his son out. His loud voice completely covered up Jiang Xing's voice, so few people could hear it.

Jin Wantang rolled his eyes up and pretended to count on his fingers, "Oh my god, come on, today is the day the groom returns home."

"What a pity. We are out in the middle of nowhere and can't even prepare a meal."

As he spoke, his eyebrows raised and he pursed his lips and clicked his tongue twice, "This young man is so pitiful, he couldn't even get his last meal after his death."

"Stop saying a few words, you!"

Boss Qian looked at Lin's mother standing not far away and rolled his eyes at him unhappily, "You keep bringing up that topic."

The seventh day is usually considered the day when the deceased's soul returns home. Family members should prepare food before the soul returns and avoid it so as not to disturb the deceased's soul. It is an extremely important day.

But now that this has happened, who would care about the seventh day? He said that burying the body quickly is the most important thing.

After being scolded, Jin Wantang clasped his hands together, shrank his neck, and turned his body to the side guiltily.

But he didn't stay quiet for a second. He bumped Qian Duo with his shoulder and complained, "Look at your father. He doesn't act like a younger brother at all."

"Is he always so mean to you at home? If you feel wronged, tell me and go live with me."

However, Qian Duo seemed to have heard something horrible. He took a step back suddenly, shook his head like a rattle and refused repeatedly.

"No, my dad said your place is as messy as a pigsty, I won't go there."

"And I'm very obedient, unlike you..."

Qian Duo paused for a moment, scanned Jin Wantang from top to bottom, then curled his lips and continued: "Anyway, my father never scolds me, so you can judge the rest yourself, uncle."

He shook his head, feeling indescribably proud.

Jin Wantang was so angry that he pointed at his hand and trembled for a long time. If anyone dared to talk to him like this outside, he would curse for an hour without repeating a word.

But there is no way, this is my nephew...

In the end, he swallowed his anger and comforted himself by not arguing with the child.

……

Being in the same space, they were bickering fiercely with each other, but the atmosphere around them seemed strange.

"It's almost midnight."

Jiang Xing's incoherent words left Boss Qian a little confused.

But the weasel's shaking tail suddenly stopped and froze in mid-air.

Jiang Xing smiled and looked down at it. "If the groom is still trapped in the dream and can't return to the underworld and becomes a wandering ghost, you will be in debt."

"You still feel like watching the fun?"

The weasel seemed to have its tail stepped on. It jumped high up on the spot and then jumped into the grave like a meteor.

At this time, Lin's father was still trying to pry Zhou Yanhong's arm apart, using so much force that his face turned red, but the old woman's hand seemed to be welded to his son's arm and could not be pried apart no matter what he did.

Even though his son was dead, he still felt it was unlucky that he was taken advantage of by an old woman.

Thinking of this, he didn't care whether he would break the man's arm or not, and he increased his strength a little more.

Just as Father Lin began a new round of accumulation of power, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear, "Get out of the way!"

As soon as that strange tone came out, Father Lin's body reacted faster than his brain. He showed agility that was not suitable for his age and jumped out of the pit quickly.

When he turned around again, he saw the immortal standing on Zhou Yanhong's head, stretching out his two front paws and grabbing the old face that was smiling like a chrysanthemum.

Soon, bloodstains appeared on Zhou Yanhong's face, and it was painful just to look at them.

Zhou Yanhong herself finally reacted. Although her eyes were closed, her eyeballs could be seen moving slightly and the smile on her lips faded a little.

'Pow!' The weasel gave a final, fierce scratch.

"Ouch!"

A loud scream followed, and Zhou Yanhong suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.

Feeling the burning pain on her face, she covered her face and wailed, "Ouch, my face! My face!"

When her hand touched the wound, Zhou Yanhong suddenly retracted her hand due to the stinging pain.

However, the stickiness of her palms gave her a bad feeling. Zhou Yanhong slowly spread out her hands, and the bright red bloodstains on them were clearly visible under the flashlight.

The nasal cavity was also filled with a strong smell of blood.

Seeing this, Zhou Yanhong couldn't stop trembling, and her eyes were full of panic.

She subconsciously looked aside, wanting to pull someone to ask her what was wrong with her face.

But when she turned her head, she saw an earth wall. Zhou Yanhong looked up in confusion.

Then he saw a bunch of familiar faces gathered in a circle, staring down at him.

Their expressions varied: anger, indifference, contempt, but none of them showed sympathy.

Zhou Yanhong felt uneasy when being stared at. She opened her mouth to ask what happened and why she was in the pit.

But just this tiny movement pulled the muscles on his face and caused a sharp, tingling pain like needles.

But the strong sense of uneasiness made her in no mood to pay attention to these things.

Just as she was about to sit up, she was startled by the strange touch under her hand. Without thinking, Zhou Yanhong turned her head to look beside her.

The next second, a pale face with dark purple corpse spots came into view.

Zhou Yanhong's pupils trembled and her eyes widened almost popping out of their sockets.

All of a sudden, "Ahhhhhhhh!"

Zhou Yanhong let out a heart-wrenching scream and quickly shrank to the side.

The whole person seemed to be frightened and shook his head frantically, covering his head and shouting at the top of his lungs, "Don't come over here, don't come over here!"

With the strange events of the previous few days as a prelude, Zhou Yanhong concluded without a second thought that the groom was holding a grudge against her and wanted to drag her down with him.

At this time, Zhou Yanhong's hair was disheveled, her face was covered in blood, and her body was covered in dirt.

She huddled up in a ball, trembling and shouting nonsense at the same time, like a mad woman.

The Lin family was still waiting to settle accounts with her, so they naturally couldn't just watch her get scared silly, so they pulled her up.

It can be seen that Zhou Yanhong was really frightened. Her whole body was limp and she couldn't exert any strength at all.

She looked like a dead pig, and it took a lot of effort for everyone to drag her up.

Zhou Yanhong lay straight on the ground, gasping for breath, her eyes unfocused as if her soul was missing, only her body still alive.

But her miserable condition did not arouse anyone's sympathy.

Mother Lin went up and kicked her hard twice, her eyes red as she screamed, "Get up! Stop pretending to be crazy!"

"It's all because of you, a liar, that my son still can't rest in peace after his death!"

"It's all you……"

As she kept scolding, Lin's mother's tense emotions gradually collapsed, and finally turned into loud tears.

She collapsed on the ground, beating her chest and crying out, "Son, my son."