012. Ancestral Hall
Shang Changheng snapped his fingers.
The Qing brothers on the opposite side felt a chilly wind, and Qing Wenlin even muttered in a low voice: "Why is it so cold all of a sudden?"
Qing Wenxu even shuddered.
Qingling saw it clearly, a wisp of black air wrapped around their necks.
Shang Changheng said again in an imperative tone: "Come in."
Qing Ling was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the bloody figure passing through the door of the carriage, crawling in with a twisted posture, and crawling to Qing Wenxu's feet little by little.
It was the female ghost I saw last night.
The carriage was not very spacious with three people and one ghost in it, and the female ghost was almost lying at the feet of the four people. It was still dark, and there were lanterns hanging outside the carriage. The light coming in was dim, making the female ghost look even more creepy and terrifying.
Qing Ling even felt that he smelled blood.
The young man's calm and mature expression could no longer be maintained. Qingling frowned slightly and moved his feet back, thus involuntarily leaning his weight on Shang Changheng beside him.
Shang Changheng took him in his arms and whispered, "She was too weak before, otherwise she wouldn't have targeted women with weaker Yang Fire. It took her half a day to kill one person. I'll help her, and we'll see."
Qingling said nothing.
He couldn't laugh at all and could only look away.
He didn't know how long it would take for the two brothers of the Qing family to die, and he didn't particularly care now. But he could clearly see the female ghost. Although it was not the first time he had seen her and he had experienced a lot in the past few days, it was hard for Qing Ling not to be afraid when seeing such a miserable and terrifying female ghost in front of him.
Especially since the female ghost just glanced at him with those eyes that only dead people have.
Shang Changheng waited for a long time before he realized that Qingling's face was pale and his eyes were wandering. He looked terribly frightened and was choked for a long time.
"What are you afraid of?" Shang Changheng frowned. "The more afraid you are, the weaker your Yang Fire will be, and the more likely the demons will target you. Don't forget how that woman died."
Qing Ling thought about it briefly. The master and servant had indeed been circling in the house for a long time before they were killed one after another. So the ghost girl's method of killing was to first scare people to dissipate the so-called yang fire, and then she would take their lives?
Then he heard Chang Heng say, "Forget it. You don't have any Yang Fire. Even if you are not afraid, you will be targeted. If it weren't for me, you would have died a thousand times."
Qingling: "..."
Thank you so much.
He wanted to ask himself why he had no Yang Fire, but considering the two people and one ghost opposite him, he could only suppress the doubt in his heart for the time being.
Qing Wenxu felt a little strange along the way. He always felt like someone was watching him. It was an omnipresent and unblinking gaze. The carriage was also inexplicably cold, which made people terrified.
But he remembered what his father had said before, that men have stronger yang energy, and he was in his prime, so he would not be targeted by any evil spirits. What's more, they were on the way to the ancestral hall, where the ancestors of the Qing family were, and no evil spirits would dare to cause trouble in the ancestral hall.
But no matter how I comfort myself, the feeling of being stared at is always there.
Qingling was also having a hard time. He simply couldn't stand seeing the horrible death of the ghost. Whether it was A Yuan or the female ghost, they both looked horrifying. Qingling couldn't help but think of the evil spirit beside him.
Shang Changheng had sex with him several times. In fact, except that his body felt a little cold and his chest did not rise and fall, he was not much different from a living person. His face was handsome too. But he was a ghost after all, and he had his own death. No matter how he died, the dead would never look good.
Qingling is also afraid of him.
This section of the journey was not easy to endure. Shang Changheng, who was sitting next to Qingling, suddenly exclaimed, "There is something hidden under your family's ancestral hall."
Qing Ling felt that Shang Changheng's interested expression was very familiar. It was different from when he wanted to do something to him. Instead... he had shown such an expression to the white silk, or the female ghost that was entangled with Qing Wenxu.
So what is buried under the ancestral hall is definitely not a good thing.
"I remember now."
Shang Changheng patted Qingling's waist and said with a look of realization: "Although I can't remember the time, someone once entered my tomb and took away the suppression object, and brought it here."
These words made Qing Ling's mood fluctuate greatly. He was frightened and helpless at one moment. He was glad that the evil ghost didn't think of anything else. However, his guess at that time was really correct. Qing really took something from Shang Changheng's tomb!
The carriage stopped at this time. Qing Ling was inconvenient to speak. He waited for the two Qing brothers to get off the carriage before asking in a low voice: "You just said that I don't have Yang Fire?"
"Well, otherwise?" Shang Changheng laughed softly, "If Qing Shi hadn't sent you to Zhanlong Mountain and forced me to get married, how could you have lived to this day?"
"Tell me something I don't know." Qing Ling spoke quickly, "Why don't I have Yang Fire?"
A living person has yang fire in his body, so is he still a living person?
"I don't know." Shang Changheng said frankly, "Your fate is rare, but this body also has problems. Why don't you ask your cheap father? He should know."
Qingling Bai asked, but ignored him, unhooked the hand around his waist and got off the carriage.
The Qing Family Ancestral Hall was not the ancient house that Qing Ling had imagined, nor was it very grand. It was a house with two courtyards. The main house was at the entrance, with side rooms on both sides.
The couple from the second house also got off the carriage, and the servants carried the so-called sacrifices into the courtyard. Qing Ling took a quick look and felt a little confused. Does the Qing family only have so few people? There are no other branches?
Qing Congnan just happened to walk over, and his expression seemed the same as usual. He even smiled at his three sons, then looked at Qingling and said, "Don't underestimate the small size of the ancestral hall. Our ancestors were also from a wealthy family and had served as officials. Let's go and burn incense to our ancestors later, and then we'll put your name in the family tree, and then you'll recognize your ancestors and return to your roots."
Qingling nodded.
Qing Congnan added, "Also, your biological mother died young, and you were raised outside for so many years. Your father really feels sorry for you and your mother. Today, in the family tree, you will be recorded as the son of the mistress Qing Shen, and you will be the third young master of our Qing family's direct line. This is some compensation from your father to you. I believe your biological mother can rest in peace in her nine springs."
As soon as these words were spoken, Qing Wenxu's face suddenly changed, and Qing Wenlin even frowned.
Qing Ling has been thrown into the backyard since he came back. Qing Wenxu originally thought of him as an illegitimate child brought back from outside and did not take him seriously at all. If he was recorded as the son of his legal mother, it would be completely different!
What's more... this Qingling is very evil. There has been no peace in the house since he came back.
Qingling disagreed.
He didn't think that Qing Congnan suddenly developed a kind fatherly heart. There must be something fishy about this.
Moreover, from the moment he stood in front of the yard, he felt the thing hidden under the ancestral hall that Shang Changheng mentioned. He didn't know what it was, but this ancestral hall made him feel inexplicably gloomy and exuding a strange chill.
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