I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 646: Reviewing the Tablet and Using the Soul Calling Method
Outside the old mountain village ancestral hall, a large group of people were approaching rapidly.

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

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

Just as a few people were about to step forward, they saw Old Jin, who was staring at the tablet and muttering to himself, suddenly raised his head and glanced at them coldly. Those people immediately did not dare to step forward.

Lao Jin continued to lower his head, muttering to the pile of tablets.

"Our generation is very tolerant. Some people are careless with their words, drink too much horse urine, brag to the point of believing it, and nothing happens to them.

No one stopped them 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 someone on the face, and it's also okay to flatter someone on the butt, as long as it's not too excessive, and we can tolerate it and give them enough face.

People just watch for fun when they talk about taking back the Forbidden City.

Back then, among all the elders of our lineage, who among you dared to be so presumptuous while you were alive?

Is there?

If there is anyone who dares to be so presumptuous and hasn't gone to the private room of the Ministry of Punishment for free food and lodging, you can just treat me as if I'm talking nonsense.

Let me say something bold. If my father hadn't worked hard all his life and I hadn't worked hard for the first half of my life, you wouldn't even be able to put your tablet here.

In his later years, my father watched his contemporaries, clan members, surnames, and fellow townsmen die one by one, and he didn't know who had given him the advice.

The old man finally swallowed his pride and went to ask someone, and only then was he allowed to set up the ancestral hall.

At least the roots were not completely cut off.

You were thinking about taking advantage of my dad at that time, right?
I am here today and have gained three days, which is basically equivalent to using up all the merits I have accumulated for you.

My little grandson is such a righteous person. He could have benefited from my support and maybe become a cultured person in the future.

Damn it, now I’m implicated by some bastards and I can’t even bring myself to look after myself.

I will start changing my grandchildren's surnames. Damn it, it's unlucky!"

The more Lao Jin spoke, the harder it became to control his emotions, and his eyes became fierce.

His father was a revolutionary back then, and he was very ruthless when he risked his life.

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

My biggest regret is that I wasn’t born earlier, otherwise I could have gone and fought Robin’s devils.

Later, when I went to the battlefield, I almost never came back several times.

After the war was over, he followed the Lieyang tribe during their most difficult times.

He continued to fight for his life, relying on the murderous energy and ruthlessness accumulated on the battlefield, and killed evil spirits as a mortal.

Even if the progress of spiritual energy recovery at that time was slow and the evil spirits were far from being as powerful as they are now, this is not something that ordinary people can do.

Later, as I got older, I had no talent for martial arts and had many old injuries, so I retired to enjoy my old age.

Normally I don’t care whether I can live a few more years, so why would I be afraid of anything now?

He didn't try to lower his voice, and just kept cursing, and no one around dared to stop him.

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

Everyone knows that if Lao Jin dares to do this, 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 Old Jin, he suffered a lot and didn’t have a good life for many days in the end.

Old Jin had a ferocious look on his face and fierce eyes. After cursing for a long time, he looked at the pile of burning tablets on the ground and poked at them with a stick.

Then he continued to curse. After more than ten minutes, Lao Jin suddenly stood up, fetched a bucket of water from a nearby distance, and poured it directly on the fire.

Then, without saying a word, he pulled apart the charred tablets.

He picked up one of the charred tablets. A small half of the tablet had been burned. He wiped the tablet with his hand and saw blurred words on it.

"Uncle Qi, you didn't make any big mistakes in your life, nor did you do anything wrong, but fortunately, you were upright and brave enough to sacrifice your life for the country. I have no objection to you leaving it here.

It seems that you still have some dignity. Your name has been burned to ashes soon. It seems that what I want to ask has nothing to do with you.

I'll make you two bird cages later so you can continue playing."

Lao Jin put the tablet on the table at the side and picked up the second tablet.

"Oh, this is Sixth Uncle, right? Look at the way the tablet is burned, it looks really natural. I'm afraid he died peacefully and has long since rested. So the thing I want to ask is probably not related to Sixth Uncle."

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

Because the questions we want to ask cannot avoid asking these dead people, and asking living people is too inefficient. Living people will lie, and lies are difficult to detect.

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

"Uncle, why is your cooking so weird?

Don't be awkward while you are alive. Don't brag when you are drunk. If the previous dynasty was still around, you might have a chance to become a prince.

What? I didn't get the position when I was alive, and I didn't catch up with your good times, but I still miss it after I die?

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

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

Let the good kids in our village pour some boy's urine on you to get rid of the evil spirit.

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

I have done things like betraying my teacher and ancestors before."

Lao Jin looked at each tablet carefully. Even though the words on the tablets were clearly burned, he could still recognize whose tablets they belonged to.

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

Yi Bo should ascend to heaven early and rest in peace.

The second is that his spirit had not completely dissipated after his death, but he probably had no idea what Lao Jin was going to ask, and he was too embarrassed to be scolded by Lao Jin.

The third is that they may know something, but they probably haven’t been involved.

There were only two tablets in the fourth pile. Lao Jin judged that these two definitely knew what he was going to ask and were likely to have participated.

It took a total of half an hour to complete the preliminary identification, which was much more efficient than asking someone.

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

After Lao Jin finished dealing with the situation, the old man who had been looking gloomy finally walked forward.

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

"What for? 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 a while ago.

Pull it out, don't care about right or wrong, break one of its legs first and ask later.

If you want to listen, go ahead and do it. If you don’t want to listen, I’ll leave now.” As Lao Jin said this, he picked up his father’s tablet, wrapped it in cloth, and prepared to take it away.

Plus, Old Jin just said that he wanted to change his grandson's surname, which means that from now on, this place will have nothing to do with him anymore.

The old man who was speaking had a gloomy expression. The anger he had felt when he saw the tablet being burned just now was like being poured with a bucket of cold water, disappearing in an instant.

Without waiting for anyone else to speak, the old man spoke in a deep voice to the person next to him.

"Go, do as you are told. No matter who it is, from the time Lao Jin returned to the village until now, anyone who has contacted anyone outside will have one leg broken first."

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

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

A moment later, shrill screams rang out in the village, and soon, a young man and a middle-aged man in his forties were carried over.

Lao Jin glanced at the two of them and said in a deep voice.

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

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

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

"That's the thing. I'm telling you now. You can decide what to do. My father's condition isn't quite right. He was a little soft-hearted in his later years, but he wasn't completely clueless."

The old man next to him lit a cigarette, his hands shaking.

"Reverse the Tian Gang! Really reverse the Tian Gang! Third brother, you did a great job. You can even burn down the ancestral hall."

"What era is it now? Do you 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 at all. It shouldn't be difficult for us to find it."

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

When they had almost finished talking, an old man asked Lao Jin a question.

"Old Three, what do you think we should do about this?"

"What do we do? What do we do? We just found some evil heretics and took the initiative to clear them out. Don't tell me you don't know what it takes to kill people from a distance and affect the past. This is 100% evil."

On that day, there were undercurrents, and Lao Jin did not rely entirely on his own strength. He took the initiative to contact the director general and said that he had found some clues, but the strength was not enough, so he wanted the Lieyang Tribe to take action and they would assist.

As soon as these words were spoken, it meant that the final credit would go to the Lieyang Tribe, or to the people from the Lieyang Tribe who came to support them, and they would take a small piece of the credit to show their attitude.

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

Lao Jin's face darkened. He couldn't be invited and there was no response at all.

His father would definitely not be so confused as to make a fuss about such a thing.

That means his father can't come.

After pondering for a moment, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Okay, okay, he originally thought that 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 would be 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 the same race or different race? He still remembered what his father said back then, bullshit same race, the ones who were the most ruthless and cruel to them were their own race, these idiots from the same race were more hateful than foreign enemies.

If you dare to show mercy when you take action, you will get a slap in the face first.

With this thought in mind, he sent out a message.

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

One is in the capital, one is in the area between the capital and the northeast, and one is in the northeast.

The one in Beijing can be simply ignored, no one has this ability.

For the remaining two, just scan them both.

On the other side, Wen Yan had already reached the beach.

If you want to find a big project, that is indeed a bit difficult, you have to wait for the right time.

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

When we arrived at the place, there was already an older man with a dark complexion waiting there. He said he had received a call from the professor and came to cooperate.

The professor's experiment that has lasted for twenty years and the task of collecting data every year are now in charge of this guy who looks like a civil engineer.

Everything has a standard procedure, and Wen Yan just needs to watch from the side.

Just when we were getting back on track and starting to deal with the charred wreckage, the director general called.

“When you’re done with your work, can you go to the Northeast to help out?

There was an old comrade who wanted to ask someone to call back his soul, but the usual methods of calling back the soul were useless.

Besides, this matter cannot be too conspicuous. It would not be a good idea to invite a high-ranking Taoist priest to come over.

Just go there, 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 won't wait until tomorrow to take revenge?" Wen Yan was unhappy.

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

"I……"

"Okay, no one said you can't wait until the next day to get revenge. If you're done, go ahead."

After hanging up the phone, the director curled his lips and said, "You took only one night to take revenge."

After being killed, the process was sent to a luxurious furnace, and then the ashes were scattered into the sea. It only took one night.

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

He turned his attention to another skeleton that looked somewhat fresh.

The director did give him a reminder.

What would happen if we found out the name of this skeleton and summoned its spirit directly?
What would happen if we summoned spirits directly from the sea?
He thought again of the last time when Pei Tugou directly crossed the golden bridge and killed him.

Hey, you know what, the more I think about Wen Yan, the more I feel that this is somewhat feasible.

The matter of the eighteen wives of the river god is related to the so-called 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.

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

(End of this chapter)