The next step of the angry ancestor ghost is to punish the unfilial descendants. At this time, if Hengfei kneels down and kowtows to admit his fault, all our previous efforts will be wasted.
After I stabilized Hengfei, I opened my ghost eyes and looked directly behind the ancestor's seat. The black shadow floating above the ancestor's seat was already emitting a strong murderous intent, as if it could break free from the screen at any time and suddenly kill people.
Old Man Heng wanted to kill someone? I couldn't help but have doubts in my heart. According to Heng Fei, since Old Man Heng left a will for his family to establish another ancestor, he would not bother about breaking the fortune. But why would he release the murderous intention without concealing it
There was something fishy about the interruption of fortune, but the situation before me did not allow me to think too much. The flames of the candles on both sides of the ancestor's seat had suddenly risen by more than a foot, and the pale green flames instantly covered an area of several meters in radius, as if using light and shadow to isolate an elliptical space from the world.
Outside the light and shadow are still the dazzling lights of the world, while within the light and shadow is the extremely gloomy underworld.
A few seconds later, the wine in the three bowls I placed on the altar seemed to have been boiled into boiling water out of thin air, and blood-red bubbles appeared at the same time. A trace of blood mixed with the aroma of wine rose up from the bowls. In just a short moment, one-third of the wine in the bowls had evaporated, and the dazzling blood slowly flowed along the edges of the bowls.
The ghost refused to drink, which meant that he wanted to fight Heng Fei to the death. This thought just flashed through my mind, and a dark arm stretched out from behind the ancestor, and the five fingers like hooks grabbed Heng Fei's forehead.
"Break—" I shouted angrily and drew my sword, holding it with both hands above my head, and slashed down at the opponent's arm. The Rakshasa, which was reflected by the candlelight and looked like a ghost, cried out and fell from the air. Where the sword passed, a ghost hand fell to the ground.
The moment I retracted the long sword, the ghost hand that fell to the ground instantly turned into phosphorous fire jumping all over the ground.
According to common sense, after the ghost's hand was cut off, it should have surrendered and drank the blood wine in the wine bowl to sever its blood relationship with Hengfei. What I didn't expect was that when the ghost's hand fell to the ground, the three wine bowls exploded at the same time, and the wine in the bowls burst into the air and spread on the ground like scattered raindrops, and the altar was immediately stained with a layer of blood.
Blood!
What spilled on the ground was definitely not wine! I just dropped a few drops of blood in the wine. Even if it all sprayed out, it wouldn't make the table and the ground full of blood. The only explanation is that the Yin Qi penetrated into the wine and forcibly changed the color of the wine.
Seeing alcohol turn into blood is a very bad sign!
When I turned my head to look at the ancestor's seat again, the ghost's broken arm had slowly grown a hand. The new ghost hand was not only a little bigger than the original one, but also had sharp hook-like nails on the five fingers.
This is the real ghost hand!
Monk Shi suddenly raised his iron rod: "Old Wu!"
He meant to take action.
But I hesitated at this moment - I was helping Hengfei to break his luck, not to exorcise demons and catch ghosts. If I killed the ancestor of the Heng family, it would be like helping Hengfei to kill his ancestors. Although that would also break his luck, how would the employer feel
It's like me digging up someone else's ancestral grave and then turning around and saying "I'm doing this for your own good." Would an employer agree to this
Moreover, a warlock must not make decisions for the other party before the employer speaks, which is also an iron rule that a warlock should abide by.
Just as I was hesitating, there were sudden sounds of water coming from under the five dou of rice. Just a moment later, bright red blood was like mud rising from the ground, pushing the grains in the bucket out.
Ghosts refuse to accept blood wine because they do not want to sever their blood connection; they do not share the five grains, which is equivalent to saying that it is difficult for descendants to repay the kindness of their ancestors, and the kindness of their ancestors cannot be erased. If the bloodline is not broken and the kindness is not exhausted, it means that the ghost will take action for the second time.
"Monk, get ready!"
As I finished my roar, the ghost behind the ancestor's seat suddenly raised its claws and attacked me and Monk Shi at the same time.
"Open—" We both shouted in unison, swinging our weapons wildly. The Rakshasa blade met the opponent's open five fingers and chopped towards the gaps between the fingers. After a short pause, the blade broke the ghost's palm and chopped straight towards the arm from the gaps between the fingers like a broken bamboo.
As the split ghost hand rolled back along the blade, I followed suit and rushed to the altar with the knife in hand. At the same time, Monk Shi also rushed to the altar and raised his weapons at the ancestor's seat...
Just when the two of us were about to kill the ghost, Heng Fei suddenly shouted, "Stop! Stop! Don't touch my grandpa..."
I pulled back without hesitation, retreating two meters away. Although Shi Heshang was a step slower than me, he also withdrew his hand.
I don't know how deep Heng Fei's feelings for Old Man Heng are, but his final cry touched the grandfather-grandson relationship in my heart. My grandfather brought me up, and although he was extremely strict with me, I always had an indelible dependence on him in my heart. It was almost an instinct for me to put away the knife and leave just now.
When I stood near Hengfei, I felt a little regretful. If I had pretended not to hear what Hengfei said and held on a little longer, maybe I could have solved all the problems once and for all. But now, the employer has made his intention clear, and it is too late for me to make another move.
I said angrily, "Ye Jin, light the paper money."
The last step of breaking the fortune is to give the deceased soul a mountain of gold and silver, and a fortune of money. Everyone knows that a few buckets of grain cannot repay the kindness of raising the ancestors, and the real compensation for the ancestors is those incense, candles, ingots, gold and silver foil.
Ye Jin quickly lit up the pile of yellow paper ingots with a lighter, and with a few flicks, a blazing fire was created on the pile of paper.
I put away my sword and shouted, "A mountain of gold to repay a favor, a mountain of silver..."
This is the last attempt to break the luck. If the ghost is still not satisfied and wants to break the luck again, there is no other way except to dig up the ancestral grave.
I held the Rakshasa tightly in one hand and stared at the ancestral tablet. The raging fire that shot up into the sky had dispersed the green flames and shadows, illuminating the courtyard of the villa as bright as day. As the thick smoke rolled into the air, the ancestral tablet on the altar suddenly tore from top to bottom without any warning. The two-meter-high ancestral tablet screen seemed to be grabbed by someone and thrown to both sides, flying several meters away with a strong wind before landing with a thud. The ghost behind the ancestral tablet disappeared without a trace in that instant.
"Where has the ghost gone?" Monk Shi was shaking the soul-calming bell desperately, trying to find the location where the ghost disappeared. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the yard. The yellow paper, which was already burning violently, was swept up by the wind, turning into a rolling fireball, and rushed straight towards the villa.
"Oh no! Stop it! Ye Jin, watch Boss Heng..." When Monk Shi and I chased towards the fireball at the same time, the fireball formed by the pile of yellow paper suddenly accelerated and swept across the swimming pool outside the villa like a flying and dancing meteor.
Monk Shi and I were only a few steps away from each other when we watched the fireball rush across the water. The moment the firelight reflected in the water was like a bolt of fire running through the pool, we both stopped at the same time.
Monk Shi and I were not very good at light work. We could only take five or six steps on the water in a short period of time, but then we would immediately fall into the water. By the time we swam over, it was too late.
Monk Shi and I turned around at the same time and chased the fireball from both sides of the swimming pool, when the fireball had already crashed into the French window of the villa. At the moment when the bright flames scattered in all directions, the French window was smashed into pieces by the burning yellow paper. The blazing fire was like blood spilled in the air, spreading into the house with dazzling red. In just a blink of an eye, a blaze over a foot high rose on the ground.
"Put out the fire—" I can't care about looking for ghosts now. If the fire is not put out, Hengfei's villa will soon be burned down.
Although Hengfei's servants had been sent away, they did not leave the villa. As soon as the villa caught fire, someone rushed over... The entire Heng family was in chaos in an instant.
By the time the fire department arrived, the Heng family had already brought the fire under control. A firefighter wearing the shoulder straps of a platoon leader walked up to Heng Fei and asked, "Excuse me, what caused the fire here?"
Heng Fei waved his hands and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's just that the circuit at home is aging..."
"wrong!"
Just as Heng Fei was about to send the platoon leader away, a woman in pajamas with a dark face strode over and pointed at me, saying, "It was those guys who were practicing feudal superstition in the yard, burning yellow paper and gold ingots, that set the villa on fire."
The platoon leader immediately looked at me with a stern expression: "Is that so?"
"That's not true!" Heng Fei explained and then shouted, "You spendthrift woman, go back here! What are you talking about all day long?"
The woman showed no sign of backing down: "Hengfei, our house is on fire, and you are still stubborn? Comrade Firefighter, go to the yard and take a look. There is still the incense table they set up..."
"Shut up!" Heng Fei raised his hand and slapped the woman in anger, "Get back here! Butler, butler... take her back!"
As the housekeeper ran over to grab the woman, the platoon leader also strode to the incense table in the yard. After looking around for a few times, he said, "What's going on?"
Hengfei looked at me, and I said, "It's just an ancestor worship, no big deal. Besides, the place where we burn the paper is still 20 to 30 meters away from the villa, so there's no way it can burn the villa, right? Even if the wind blows the burning paper away, it will start from the outside, it can't burn from the inside of the villa to the outside, right?"
The firefighters were naturally used to seeing fires, and they knew where the fire started from at a glance. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would believe that yellow paper could break glass several inches thick
The platoon leader said coldly: "We have no objection to worshipping our ancestors, but you should pay attention to safety in the future. Let's all pack up!" (To be continued)