"Wouldn't it be perfectly reasonable for the Blackwater Stone in her possession to remain with our Liu family then?"
"Yes, Grandfather is right, absolutely right. We just need to be patient and wait. One day, that thing will belong to our Liu family."
"That's right, hehe, grandson, I'm planning to hand over the future of the Liu family to someone else. There's one thing you must remember clearly."
"Grandpa, please tell me, I will definitely remember it clearly." Liu Chenggong nodded seriously. He dared not say a word of dissent now, otherwise, even more serious consequences would await him.
"If you want to take over the Liu family, you must learn four words," said Grandpa Liu.
"Which four characters?" Liu Chenggong asked respectfully.
"Hide your talents and bide your time." Master Liu uttered four words: "Remember this, those who truly achieve great things know how to be patient. If you don't know how to be patient, you are destined to achieve nothing in the end."
"Understood, I understand, sir." Liu Chenggong nodded repeatedly.
"Good that you understand. Go back now. Remember, don't provoke Liu Qingmei again. If things really escalate, I'll have no choice but to push you down."
Grandpa Liu said seriously, "I don't need to explain the reason. I think you understand. She represents the future of the Liu family, do you understand?"
"Yes, I promise I won't provoke her again," Liu Chenggong said confidently.
"Alright, let's go." Grandpa Liu waved his hand. He cultivated alone in the ancestral hall and usually didn't like to be disturbed. If he didn't dote on this great-grandson so much, he wouldn't even see him.
After all, he was a centenarian with many descendants, so his feelings for them weren't as deep as those of ordinary people.
"Grandpa, I'll be going now." Liu Chenggong stood up tactfully, bowed slightly to Grandpa Liu, and then left.
After Liu Chenggong left, Grandpa Liu breathed a sigh of relief. He went to the inner room and lit three sticks of incense.
On the altar in the inner room, there was a statue of a deity with a giant snake coiled around its body and an eerie expression. It was none other than the golden statue of Liu Sanqing.
After offering incense, Master Liu placed the incense sticks in the incense burner and said, "Third Master Liu, Qingmei has grown up. This girl is graceful and beautiful."
"I'll feel at ease knowing she's married to you, won't I?"
The incense smoke curled from the censer, making the statue of Liu Sanqing beneath it appear even more eerie.
Night fell, and Ye Xingchen had already entered a meditative state.
Once one's cultivation reaches a certain level, one can often enhance their abilities simply through meditation. Ye Xingchen wandered beyond the mundane world, sensing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
However, just as he was completely focused and entered a state of tranquility, he suddenly felt the temperature in the room drop sharply.
When he opened his eyes, good heavens, had he entered the underworld?
Before his eyes appeared a black and white world devoid of color, and even the scenery in the room had changed.
Clearly, this situation only occurs when the gates of the underworld open at dawn. He was perfectly fine in his room, but in the blink of an eye, he entered this state. What's going on?
Hallucination? Unlikely. His spiritual power is extremely strong; it's impossible for him to enter an illusion without any reason.
Therefore, everything we are seeing is most likely true.
Ye Xingchen slowly stood up and found that the room he had been in before was gone. He was in a place he had never seen before. The building here was like a church, and more importantly, the furnishings had a strong Republican era style.
He knew that he had unintentionally entered a realm.
The so-called realm is something that once existed but was destroyed by accident.
After its destruction, because the evil beings in this realm were too powerful, or because the resentment of the dead had not yet subsided, a domain was formed in the area.
Moreover, this realm appears at specific times, such as when the gates of hell open, or in the early morning of a yin hour or yin day.
And after a quick calculation, good heavens, the Yin time refers to today! And the villa that Xiao Qingmei gave him to live in, by some strange twist of fate, is built on a domain, and judging from the location, it is at least a hundred years old.
Now that we're here, there's no rush to leave. This place had supposedly disappeared, but it has been preserved for some reason.
More importantly, this place overlaps with the place where I live, and they belong to two different time and space, but unfortunately they are manifested in the same time and space.
Looking at the surrounding buildings, Ye Xingchen nodded slowly. They were eerie and looked quite convincing.
Upon reaching the center of the church, a huge cross was placed directly in front of us, stained with blood, as if someone had been crucified not long ago.
Ye Xingchen looked at the cross with some curiosity. Without a doubt, someone must have been nailed to this place. If he was not mistaken, the person nailed to this place was the main character here.
Moreover, this shows that the person in question is furious and doesn't give face to anyone.
More importantly, Ye Xingchen broke into someone else's home, which was somewhat impolite in the eyes of others.
After tilting his head and staring for a while, Ye Xingchen figured this guy would eventually be unable to hold back and come out.
Sure enough, after a short while, blood began to seep from the cross, and the blood kept increasing until it covered the ground.
More importantly, the bleeding showed no signs of stopping until it reached Ye Xingchen's feet.
Ye Xingchen glanced down at the blood, and when he looked up, he found that there was now a person nailed to the cross.
This was a blond, blue-eyed man, shirtless, his body already bluish-green, it was unknown how long he had been dead.
Moreover, judging from the way he was bound, he died in great pain, having suffered immense torment.
"No wonder he harbors such resentment. To die far from home, and in such a painful way, anyone would probably feel resentment," Ye Xingchen sighed.
Too much time has passed, and he no longer knows what happened in this place back then, but the fact that it could cause such a deep resentment in this guy, which has lasted for a hundred years, is enough to prove that this guy died a terrible death.
Ye Xingchen shook his head. It didn't matter to him how tragically he died, but judging from this, this guy was probably going to vent his resentment on him.
This is a bit ridiculous. It's fine to pick on the weak, but does he really think Ye Xingchen is an easy target?
Sure enough, just as Ye Xingchen was pondering, the creature on the cross slowly raised its head, its cold eyes fixed on Ye Xingchen, then opened its blood-red maw and let out a roar.
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