fairy family

Chapter 80: The Eighth-Rank Old Man
At the altar, the chief lady asked Huang Guishan.

One is to let him lend his physical body so that the other party can possess it and travel; the other is to let Huang Guishan contribute the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit to support the other party to travel only with his spiritual body and cast spells to catch the thief.

In these two situations, the former requires Huang Guishan to replace Yu Que and go to the Fu family ancestral hall in person to take risks, while the latter is extremely exhausting. If Huang Guishan is not careful, he may lose his essence and there is a high possibility that he will suffer from the disease.

Yu Que's face changed at this moment because he didn't expect that he owed a favor and asked the First Lady to take action, but he still had to pay such a price. What's more, Huang Guishan was willing to pay such a price on his own without even discussing it with him.

Huang Guishan on the altar.

After hearing the question, there was no change on his face. He must have expected it. Without any hesitation, he straightened his robe, bowed deeply, and stated his choice.

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At the same time, far away in the Fu family ancestral hall.

The doors and windows here are closed, and it is cold and gloomy.

There were white cloth fluttering in the hall, soul flags waving, and gusts of negative energy constantly circling in the ancestral hall.

The clan leader Fu Jin was kneeling alone in the ancestral hall. He had already dismissed his men and ordered the rest of the clan members to go back and rest before midnight, especially his two sons.

At present, there are only two coffins of his wife and son in the ancestral hall, still accompanying him.

At this moment, there were three paper-cut figures pasted on the brazier in front of Fu Jin. They were constantly being roasted by the brazier, and the paper surfaces were all burnt yellow.

Written on the faces and bodies of these three little figures are the names and birth dates of Yu Que's aunt and the two sisters Fu Yun and Fu Yuan.

Suddenly, an old, hoarse, and impatient voice sounded:

"It's past midnight, why hasn't the Yu family come yet? Why hasn't the Yu family come yet?!"

The speaker was none other than Mr. Fu, who was hiding in the Fu family ancestral hall.

Upon hearing this, clan leader Fu Jin lowered his head with a blank expression on his face.
"Father, this boy is cunning. Perhaps he won't cry until he sees the coffin. He won't leave until he sees his relatives suffer. Maybe... he is on his way here right now?"

A cold laugh sounded, and a ghost face appeared in the center of the ancestral hall. It looked distorted and anxiously looked at the main entrance of the ancestral hall:
"Don't worry, my son. Once this boy arrives, I will have a clever plan. I can torture him and make him respect and fear you from now on. Hehehe, even if he goes to the county school, he will be like an old dog and will be firmly controlled by our clan."

When Fu Jin heard what Old Man Fu said, a ripple finally appeared in his dead eyes.

But until now, although Fu Jin had many guesses and hopes about his father's intentions, he still could not be sure what his father intended to do.

"I just hope, Yu Jiazi...you won't really get carried away and come here alone and put yourself in danger."

Fu Jin said silently in his heart, and he gently closed his eyes.

at this time.

A creaking sound suddenly appeared at the door of the ancestral hall.

The door, which was originally tightly closed, was pushed open a little from the outside, and it seemed that a pair of eyes appeared from the crack in the door, staring straight inside.

The noise made Fu Jin raise his head suddenly. He first looked in front of him and saw that his father, who had made a ghost face just now, had already hidden himself. Then he looked behind him hesitantly, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

What greeted him was a pair of eyes with clear black and white.

The creaking sound became louder, and a figure stood outside the threshold of the ancestral hall. He stretched out his hand and pushed the door open, revealing the figure of a thin young man.

This man had delicate features and a cold aura. After he showed up, he took a few glances at the scene in the ancestral hall, then stood outside the threshold and bowed to Fu Jin:

"I am Yuque, a junior, and I am honored to meet the Patriarch of the Fu Clan."

That’s right, the person who came to the Fu Clan’s ancestral hall tonight for the party was Yu Que himself! “You,” clan leader Fu Jin stared at Yu Que in a daze.

His eyes suddenly jumped, and he looked outside the ancestral hall. When he found that there was no one behind Yu Que, without any soldiers or helpers, Fu Jin said strangely:

"You came?"

As the two looked at each other, Fu Jin could clearly feel that waves of cold and chilly aura were rising in the ancestral hall. The numerous tablets behind his head were all shaking and trembling, expressing some joy or suppression of something.

It seemed that as soon as Yu Que stepped into the threshold of the ancestral hall, the numerous tablets would pounce forward and devour him.

Yu Que stood at the threshold of the Fu Clan's ancestral hall. His face was gloomy. He laughed when he heard the words:
"Didn't you, the clan leader, force me to come here? If so, why should I be surprised?"

Fu Jin's throat moved unconsciously. He wanted to say something, but a gust of cold wind blew in his ears, and an impatient chirping sound rang out:
"Call him in, call him in!"

This movement made Fu Jin's expression change. He wanted to resist, but his hands unconsciously raised up and waved towards Yu Que, and a sound came out of his throat, hoarsely saying:

"Good boy, come in...I can explain it to you."

After hearing this, Yu Que, who was outside the threshold, nodded slightly, and actually took a step forward and stepped into the threshold of the ancestral hall.

Whoosh! Just as he took a step forward, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew up in the ancestral hall, fierce and urgent.

Even though Yu Que's other leg had not yet stepped in, the cold wind was like a tentacle, entangled around his body, pulling him fiercely inward and pulling him into the ancestral hall.

Bang bang!
Yu Que fell into the threshold, and the door of the ancestral hall closed instantly. The yin energy in the entire hall also rose up without concealment.

The soul flag fluttered, mist formed on the white cloth, and there was an eerie ghostly aura.

At this time, the clan leader Fu Jin's face was distorted. He forcibly broke free from the influence and control of Mr. Fu, with an indescribable and angry look on his face, and said in a hoarse voice:
"You silly boy, how can you come here alone..."

Bang, puff!

But before Fu Jin could finish his words, his body suddenly fell down and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

There was a strange dark purple hand print on his face, as if he had been hit by someone.

At this time, an old man wearing a white funeral hat and white funeral clothes also appeared quietly in the center of the ancestral hall.

The old man's skin was as black as charcoal, his face had sharp teeth, and his expression showed ecstasy and deep greed.

It stared straight at Yu Que who was entering the door:
"Good boy, you are a really good boy if you can return to your tribe."

After the beast said something to Yu Que, a dark aura slithered across his face. He then fiercely glanced at the clan leader Fu Jin beside him and cursed:

"Unlike this unfilial son, who dared to disobey his father just because his wife and son died. What an ungrateful bastard!"

As the old man cursed, a bone-chilling chill spread throughout the area of ​​ten feet. A creepy aura emanated from his body, and thick black mist filled the ancestral hall.

Moreover, there were many sharp mouths emerging from the black air, howling like ghosts and wolves, which changed the expressions of Fu Jin and Yu Que.

Fu Jin was trembling at this moment. He lay on the ground, looking at his father in disbelief, and blurted out: "Eighth rank upper level?"

As soon as the old ghost of the Fu family showed up, the realm he revealed was not only at the eighth level, nor was it just at the middle or lower level, but his ghostly aura was as dark as ink, with a strong and visible aura of an upper eighth level.

Yu Que looked at this beast, his eyes were also changing, and he asked in a strange voice: "Dacheng rampant god!?"

(End of this chapter)