My sister was killed, and I transformed into a red suit at the beginning to demand my life...

The next morning.

Wu family ancestral hall.

As an ancient family that has been passed down for hundreds of years, the Wu family has continued the tradition of its ancestors. On every Lunar New Year and the fifteenth day of the lunar month, incense and blessings are burned here and three pillars of incense are lit in front of the spiritual tablet dedicated to the family head for generations to pray to the ancestors to protect the younger generations of the family. Continue the incense.

Wu Henghao has been kneeling here all night.

He was extremely tired, his body was covered in dust, his face was covered with vicissitudes of life, and his stubble had grown again.

When the first ray of morning light covers the earth.

Seeing his crazy behavior, everyone in the Wu family felt strange and surprised.

Everyone knows that Wu Henghao, the second generation ancestor, is a complete bastard who only causes trouble outside and cares about the common people. This kind of bastard can only be raised by the nouveau riche.

The descendants of truly wealthy families pay attention to elite education since childhood. When they grow up, they will inherit many social resources from their elders. They are often social elites with introverted and calm personalities. Not to mention everyone is polite, at least they will not cause trouble for no reason.

Only Wu Henghao's father was useless. He only gave birth to such a baby when he was over fifty years old. He was usually very doting on his son. When he saw his son pooping in his pants, he wanted to lick it clean with his mouth.

"What's wrong with him?"

"How could a dandy like Wu Henghao appear in the Wu family? If I were his father, I should have criticized him in the first place."

"Shh~ keep your voice down, no matter what, he is also the head of the next generation of the family."

"Oh, my sister was only seven or eight years old at that time, and he, a bastard, peeked at her bathing."

"Could it be that it caused trouble for the Wu family? Could it be that it provoked a very powerful Trickster?"

People in the Wu family were whispering, men, women, old and young were discussing.

Even though everyone spoke in hushed tones.

But their gazes like needles still made Wu Henghao feel extremely uncomfortable.

You know, they are all scolding him behind his back!

If it were normal, Wu Henghao would have scolded him back, and maybe he would take action!

Nowadays.

He really had no idea of ​​fighting back.

There is only one thing on his mind now, and that is to let his grandfather come forward!

His grandfather Wu Yunfei was a well-known trickster in Jiangcheng. Although he had not taken action in the past twenty years, as long as he did not die, no one would dare to attack the Wu family!

The key is.

His grandfather was usually a kind-hearted person, but he couldn't stand him. He was beaten frequently by his grandfather when he was a child. Fortunately, he stayed away from the center of the Wu family in recent years, so he received less severe beatings.

Wu Henghao remained still, letting the hot sunshine shine on him.

Generally speaking, the sun is a pure sun. When encountering such scorching sunlight, ordinary weirdness does not dare to appear. But Wu Henghao lowered his head and looked, he could vaguely see that the bloody handprint on his chest was not there at all. few.

On the contrary, I don't know what changes have taken place. The scarlet blood handprint also exudes more terrifying resentment. It seems that the owner of the blood handprint has become stronger.

Until noon came, Wu Henghao was so weak that he almost fainted. His brain went black and his body fell forward.

At this time, a simple and powerful palm supported his shoulder.

A monk wearing brown robes appeared next to Wu Henghao and helped him stabilize his body.

This man looks young, close to thirty, but if you take a closer look, you will find clues that he is actually older. His body is strong and powerful, he holds a Buddhist bead in his hand, and he always has a compassionate and indifferent smile on his face.

"Amitabha, the poor monk observes that the donor is worshiping so sincerely. His body has reached its limit. Why don't you go into the ancestral hall to rest for a while?"

"Grandmaster--"

Wu Henghao just wanted to speak.

He was startled by another voice behind him.

"Master Huineng, please leave this bastard alone!"

"You are a little bastard who was born without mother's education. He must have caused trouble outside again. He wants to play a trick on you. Why did your father give birth to such a scoundrel like you?"

Wu Henghao was slapped on the back of the head.

He almost got knocked down in one fell swoop.

But with his bastard personality, he didn't dare to fight back, or even say a word.

Just two tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, looking aggrieved.

"Grandpa, no matter what, I am my father's biological son, and what you scolded me is too unpleasant."

Wu Henghao said to the old man in front of him angrily.

The old man was Wu Henghao's grandfather. He was dressed in a black Tang suit and had snow-white hair. He was an elderly man with an angry face and a pair of weathered eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. His hands were behind his back.

Wu Yunfei snorted coldly when he heard his grandson's words.

"I've heard about you. For a crafty weapon, you went to the homes of ordinary people to commit murder!"

"If your father hadn't helped you handle this matter, our Wu family would have become the laughing stock of the entire Jiangcheng!"

"Now you are still kneeling here, you don't look like a trickster at all!"

Wu Henghao was frightened when he heard this, and at the same time he felt warm in his heart. It turned out that his father had known about this for a long time, but he probably thought it was an ordinary trivial matter, and he didn't expect that he could cause something strange!

It seems that his father helped cover up the scandalous things he did in the early years.

Thinking of this, Wu Henghao quickly explained: "But grandpa, this is not an ordinary magic weapon. This is a blood-stained magic weapon. We only have one in the entire Wu family!"

The words fell.

Grandfather Wu Yunfei and monk Huineng beside him were both stunned.

The former's eyes showed surprise.

The latter showed an intriguing hint of greed.

"Blood-stained level?"

"Are you sure you read that correctly?" Grandfather Wu Yunfei said with a frown.

You must know that, except for the magic weapons that are naturally formed by chance in places of great danger and extremely gloomy places, generally the magic weapons that can be obtained by the magic controller can only be obtained after a narrow escape from death, and after killing the terrifying and strange ones.

Start with the lowest level remnant soul.

This kind of weirdness is often caused by lingering thoughts and regrets. It will wander in a certain area unconsciously. It is also the most common kind of weirdness. Killing this kind of weirdness only has a one-in-10,000 chance of obtaining a residual magic weapon.

The remnant artifacts are the beloved objects of some remnant souls, or the source of their resentment.

For example, the mysterious bronze mirror from their Wu family is a defective artifact.

According to legend, a young lady from a wealthy family died unjustly. When she died, her remaining soul was entrusted in the bronze mirror. Later, her wish was fulfilled and it disappeared. The mysterious bronze mirror was accidentally bought by the ancestors of the Wu family.

The blood-stained artifacts are a level above the remnants.

This level of magic weapon can only be born from the resentful soul above the remnant soul. This kind of strangeness is often caused by someone who died unjustly and has extremely strong regrets. The eyes will emit black light, which is extremely dangerous for the magician.

A blood-stained artifact, stained with the blood of resentful souls, possesses terrifying power, but the probability of it being born is only one in tens of thousands, which is enough to make it precious.

Even though dark red-level magic weapons can be born from Li Kui further up, no one has ever seen one, and it is said that there are none in the entire Jiang City.

As for the red coat?

No one has ever seen what kind of strange weapon the red-shirted weirdness can produce.

All we can say is that everyone who has seen red clothes has died.

At this time, Wu Yunfei couldn't care about anything else and immediately urged: "Where's the magic weapon? Take it out!"

"Okay, I'll take it now!"

Wu Henghao was frightened by his grandfather's momentum. He swallowed and immediately took out the broken blood jade from his chest.

The moment he took out the blood jade.

The expressions of everyone present changed!

Click~

Only a light sound was heard.

The originally cracked blood jade in Wu Henghao's palm turned into a pile of debris, seeming to have lost all its power and scattered in the wind.

And a deep and terrifying resentment surged out of his chest.