Chapter 475 Cremation

At this time, Li Wenhe's voice came from the window, calling her.

Ming Zhuo seemed to wake up from the strange atmosphere and responded quickly.

Then she said to Gu Xu: "Ah Xu, dinner is ready outside, let's go eat."

After that, she ran out of the room.

Li Wenhe didn't see anyone, so he went up the stairs. When he saw her come out, he was stunned.

"Why is your face red?"

Ming Zhuo: "I'm not, don't talk nonsense!"

Li Wenhe frowned. He denied it too quickly, which inevitably made him think too much.

He looked up at the top of the stairs.

Gu Xu was standing there, looking at him from a distance.

After their eyes met for a second, Gu Xu looked away.

Li Wenhe's pupils suddenly contracted. He clearly felt the sharp edge and hostility in Gu Xu's eyes.

In his impression, Gu Xu has always been very gentle. Although he also likes Ming Zhuo, he should not be the type to take the initiative to attack. After all, he

is a few years older, a nobleman who grew up in a wealthy family, and now he is the helmsman of a large group. Gu Xu is more often silent.

It was the first time for him to feel such sharpness and tit-for-tat hostility.

It was like a different person.

But soon after, Gu Xu lowered his hair, and his expression returned to gentleness and calmness, as if the scene just now was his illusion.

Li Wenhe turned around with a sullen face and chased Ming Zhuo.

On the steps, Gu Xu raised his hand and rubbed his brows. His slender white fingers hid the dark emotions in his eyes. He

didn't know why, but after entering the village, he always felt that something was about to be suppressed.

It was as if something was affecting him and calling him in the depths of the mountains.

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Dinner was arranged in the ancestral hall at the entrance of the village. The weather was cold in the mountains, and at least it was sheltered from the wind and rain in the ancestral hall.

He Wangyao had a psychological shadow on the ancestral hall. He always felt that there was something hidden in the place where the light could not reach, and his heart was creepy.

Lan Jing - the young man riding the motorcycle, he couldn't help laughing after hearing what He Wangyao said.

"You cultivators are so timid? But don't be afraid, we don't have memorial tablets in our ancestral hall."

He said, and took the initiative to get up and turn on all the lights in the room.

The lights were pouring down, and the room was in full view.

There were several mahjong machines neatly placed.

Lan Jing invited with great interest: "Master, do you want to play mahjong? I have nothing to do at night, why not play a few games."

He Wangyao: "..."

This village is really ordinary, and it was in vain that he was so nervous all the way, always feeling that there was something hidden in the village.

When Ming Zhuo and Li Wenhe walked into the ancestral hall, they heard a bang inside.

Luo Wenxin excitedly pushed the mahjong in front of him and said with a smile: "Sorry, self-draw."

Then there was the sound of shuffling cards, so lively.

Ming Zhuo: "I didn't expect that the people in this village are quite economically savvy. The ancestral hall has been turned into a small restaurant and a leisure chess and card room."

Li Wenhe didn't expect this to be such a style here. It was so down-to-earth that it diluted the heaviness that enveloped his heart.

However, he still had a question, "If there is no tablet in the ancestral hall, then where is it enshrined? At home?"

He went to observe the situation of the family he stayed in as soon as possible, and didn't see any tablets at all.

He didn't even see a photo of the deceased, but the people in the family clearly said that the grandfather died of illness three months ago.

He Wangyao came over: "Maybe the people in their village don't believe in these things. I think it's good this way. It's very materialistic."

"If that's the case, then Huang Gu wouldn't be so famous." Someone came over in the darkness. It was Gu Xu.

Mingzhuo glanced at him. She didn't know if it was because it was very cold in the mountains at night, but she always felt that Ah Xu's face was particularly pale.

Lan Jing was sitting on a pony and counting money excitedly. When she saw Gu Xu coming in, she stood up.

She rushed to Gu Xu's side and enthusiastically ushered them to another small room. "Mr. Gu, the food is ready. Please enjoy."

This was considered a private small room. Mingzhuo glanced at the dishes on the table. They were obviously better than those outside.

Li Wenhe asked casually, "The old man of the family I'm staying with has passed away. Where should I go to pay my respects?"

Lan Jing's face changed, and he said with a wry smile, "It's cold at night. Do you want to drink?"

It was obvious that he was trying to change the subject.

The aunties who served the dishes also looked at them warily, and it was obvious that they were very concerned about this topic.

When the aunties left and Lan Jing was about to step out, Gu Xu suddenly called him.

He repeated the question that Li Wenhe asked again.

Li Wenhe snorted coldly. Is it necessary to ask the same question again? He still won't say what he doesn't want to say.

Lan Jing did not change the subject this time. She hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Since Mr. Gu wants to know, I will tell you. If you want to pay your respects, you can bring incense and candles and go to the cliff on the west to pay your respects. Cremation is popular here, and there are no graves."

After Lan Jing left, Ming Zhuo couldn't help but sigh, "Ah Xu, how much money did you spend to make him obey you so much?"

Gu Xu hesitated for a moment, "It's not much money, I just did him a favor."

If it was just spending money, it might not have such an effect, but Gu Xu has his own way and method.

It happened that Lan Jing had something to ask for, and he happened to have connections and contacts to help Lan Jing solve that matter.

After He Wangyao understood the whole story, he sighed: "At first I was sighing about this evil capitalism, but it turns out that it's not, but the heart is the best."

Li Wenhe said coldly: "Isn't it the evil capitalism in essence."

If it weren't for the money, would Gu Xu be able to help Lan Jing?

Ming Zhuo: "It's as if you are not the evil capitalism."

If I remember correctly, this man also manages a company, right? Petty capitalism.

Li Wenhe had no way to refute, and in the end he could only sit there with a cold face and drink tea.

Gu Xu brought the topic back: "The cliff to the west is a clue. I wonder if the ancient altar of the Yemei Kingdom is there."

Mingzhuo picked up a piece of fish with the tip of his chopsticks and said with a smile: "Then let's go and have a look tomorrow."

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At night, the temperature was getting lower and lower, and the whole mountain village was shrouded in a layer of cold mist.

The sound of mahjong in the ancestral hall had stopped, and everything was quiet, only the sound of the mountain wind could be heard.

In the dark night, a figure suddenly appeared.

Huang Laopi hid behind the stone at the entrance of the village and glanced at the lights on in the dark night.

From the gate of the ancestral hall to the courtyards of each household, lights are on, illuminating this cold night.

Villagers are reluctant to turn on lights in the middle of the night.

Only those city dwellers who are accustomed to light pollution are so petty that they want to make sure it is bright outside before they go to sleep.

The villagers are so generous, they must have made a lot of money.

It's really unfair, they are so rich but they are reluctant to let him make a fortune.

Soon, Huang Laopi laughed. Both parties still want to cooperate happily? Dream on!

The next morning, the tranquility of the village was broken.

"Blood! So much blood!"