fairy family

Chapter 69: The old ghost is talking and vomiting

Fu Jin was stunned for a very long time, so long that his eyes were completely blurred and his vision was blurry, as if he was dreaming, but he didn't dare to wake up.

Until an old man from the tribe came forward and whispered:

"Patriarch, please accept my condolences. How about letting the young master enter the ancestral hall first? It's too cold outside."

Upon hearing this, Fu Jin looked up blankly and saw the bright sky and shining sunlight outside the eaves.

But for some reason, he did feel a bone-chilling cold outside the ancestral hall, which made him shiver all over.

"The elder is right." Fu Jin's eyes were red, but he gritted his teeth and replied as calmly as possible.

He had already lost his composure once yesterday. As the head of the clan, he must remember not to lose his composure again today.

Fu Jin stood up straight, wanting to walk down the stairs to bring Fu Ling's body into the ancestral hall, but after only a few steps, he stumbled and fell down the stairs which were not high at all, causing a burst of exclamations from those around him:
"Chief!", "Gold!"

Everyone rushed forward, helped him up, asked him about his health, and some even pretended to cry.

Fu Jin stretched out his hand to stop them. He tensed up, the ghost energy in his body surging, and growled with a slightly ferocious look on his face: "Don't come over here."

He got up from the ground on his own and walked silently towards the white stretcher.

Upon seeing this, the tribesmen who were carrying Fu Ling's corpse hurriedly lifted the shelf, lowered their heads and waited for the other party's orders.

Afterwards, Fu Jin took the soul flag and yellow paper handed to him by others, scattered them heavily at the entrance of the ancestral hall, and snapped the soul flag, shouting in a hoarse voice:
"Fu's son, Ling, return to the clan!"

His cry suddenly sounded, like that of an old goblin, suppressed and strange. On the surface, he showed no anger, nor did he cry, but it was extremely shrill and barking.

The rest of the tribesmen were trembling with fear, and they also shouted loudly: "Return to the clan, return to the clan!"

The distance was less than ten steps, and the crowd took one step and stopped one step at a time. After more than half a quarter of an hour, they finally carried the white cloth stretcher into the ancestral hall.

Then there were a lot of trivial matters, and the ancestral hall was noisy and the tables and chairs were jerking.

Because Fu Ling was the son of the clan leader and was very much loved by him, the elders in the clan decorated the ancestral hall in one go, hanging white everywhere, and making it solemn and dignified.

After the ancestral hall was decorated, Fu Jin took the initiative to speak, and then everyone left the hall one by one.

The empty hall returned to silence, with only the lights and candlelight flickering silently.

Covered by heavy white cloth, even if the light outside was bright, it was still dark in here. Fu Ling's body standing in the hall looked even more uncertain and dim.

There was no one else around at the moment, and Fu Jin suddenly remembered that he had not yet lifted the white cloth to check the body clearly.

So, with a sense of impossible expectation in his heart, he reached out to the long table with trembling fingers and slowly uncovered the white cloth.

However, a face that looked extremely familiar to him, covered in scars, with wide-open eyes and exposed whites, appeared in front of him.

This scene not only shattered the last bit of hope in his heart, but also immediately caused his mental defenses to collapse.

"My son, my son!"

Instantly, Fu Jin hunched over and burst into tears, saying, "Daddy is sorry for you and your mother!"

But at this moment.

A cold snort sounded in the ancestral hall, and a black wind blew up, completely removing the white cloth covering Fu Ling's body.

A tattered, twisted and blackened corpse was completely exposed in the Fu family ancestral hall.

"What's the use of crying?"

A stern shout sounded, and a violent ghost face formed. It stared at its useless son with a distorted face, and cursed angrily:
"Your wife is dead, your son is dead, and yet you only dare to cry in front of me. What a shame!"

The shout awakened Fu Jin from his grief. He raised his eyes and focused his gaze on the ghost face.

Fu Jin's face was filled with grief and anger, and he shouted at the other party fiercely: "Dad! If you and I hadn't expected too much, how could Ling'er have died tragically in the third level of the ghost test!"

"madness!"

When Mr. Fu heard the shouting, he cursed, "Look carefully, this kid's death is similar to your wife's. Do you really think he just had an accident during the exam as those people said?"

Fu Jin's eyes were blank, he lowered his head and his body trembled.

He saw the huge hole in Fu Jin's left chest, with blood and flesh all over the place and his heart rotten.

Mr. Fu's voice became even colder and sneered:
"Or, even if your wife and son died, you still don't care, and you're afraid of going up against that kid named Yu."

After Fu Jin was silent for a few breaths, his expression changed, he lowered his head, and said awkwardly:

"Father, if it weren't for you, how could my wife come forward to block the road, and how could Ling'er have argued with Yu Que... You still don't have any regrets at all!?"

As he spoke, Fu Jin suddenly raised his head, a ghostly look on his face, his eyes widened, and he stared fiercely at Old Man Fu's evil spirit.

Hiss!

The two auras clashed in the ancestral hall, and Old Man Fu's face became extremely furious, as if he was going to fight with Fu Jin the next moment.

But after a few breaths of stalemate, the beast suppressed his shock and anger and said in a low voice:
"What I have done is for the great Fu family and its future.

If Ling'er can get good grades in the exam and get extra points, he will not only be able to enter the county school, but also be qualified as a student of the ordination ceremony. This way, he will have a ordination position as soon as he enters the immortal path.

This is a starting point that many people and families cannot reach!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Jin fell silent.

As Mr. Fu was speaking, he suddenly changed the subject and sighed:

"But what you said is true. Ling'er is dead now. You are my only son now, so I really can't compete with that son from another family. Otherwise... my son, you should forget the hatred of killing your wife and son."

Fu Jin, who had been able to keep calm and wanted to argue with this beast, suddenly had his eyes red when he heard this.

The ghost energy in Fu Jin's body also surged, and he chuckled, squeezing out a sound from his throat:
"Father, you are joking. How can I forget such a deep hatred?"

A trace of murderous intent finally surged on Fu Jin's face, making his eyes look crazy.

"Okay!" Upon hearing this, Mr. Fu's face also showed a crazy look, and he laughed loudly:

"Since you can't swallow this anger, just spit it out over there.

This boy is not of our clan's surname, and we have such a deep hatred for him. We must be very concerned. We must teach him a lesson before he officially enters school and ascends to the immortal path, and change his name and surname to recognize his ancestors!"

Fu Jin didn't say anything, but the murderous intent in his eyes did not disappear, and his attitude clearly showed his assent.

At this time, Mr. Fu spoke again:
"Don't forget what I told you before. On the seventh day after the exam, when the results are announced, you must make this boy come to see me in the ancestral hall! I have my own way to vent your anger. As for whether to kill him or not... we will talk about it later."

Fu Jin's expression changed. After a long silence, he finally spoke:
"What if this boy doesn't come?"

Old Master Fu sneered: "Don't forget, his aunt and second sister, even if they left the clan, are still members of my Fu clan. They have names in the clan, and this boy is also related to you and me by blood."

There was a clanging sound.

Under the altar table in the Fu family ancestral hall, which was filled with densely packed tablets, a drawer was opened with a bang. Pieces of yellow paper fluttered, and soon several sheets of paper of varying ages flew out. All of them had birth dates written on them, and each of them had blood stains on them, making them as bright as if they had just been picked.

Fu Jin recognized this thing.

These yellow papers are made from the blood of the palms, soles of feet, and centers of eyebrows of the clan members on the seventh day after they are born. If they are kept in the clan, they can obtain blessings from the ancestors. When the clan members encounter evil spirits, they can also take them out and perform rituals to ward off disasters and resolve difficulties.

In addition to this kind of protective function, it is also a bond, entanglement, and even shackle of the bloodline of the Fu clan, because it can be used to perform the art of exorcism to capture souls and punish clan members!
Mr. Fu's face twisted, and he said sinisterly, "My son, if he doesn't come, how do you think we should invite him?"

(End of this chapter)