Chapter 609 Zhuyou Family Yu Family Descendants

When the man jumped into the Xishen Inn with Xishen in his arms, he breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly let go of Xishen, stepped back two steps, and said again: "Please don't blame me!"

After that, the man gently shook the bell in his hand.

"Dinglingling..."

Accompanied by a series of crisp bell sounds, Xishen turned around like a piece of wood, then raised his arms again, and jumped behind the door with a "bang", and stood there.

"Haha, Mr. Yu's craftsmanship is not inferior to Mr. Yu's. How is Mr. Yu these days?" The old man holding the oil lamp said with a smile, but the man ignored him and walked to the front of the God of Joy. After taking off the talisman paper he had pasted on, he took out another talisman paper from his pocket, and after muttering something, he pasted the talisman paper on the face of the God of Joy.

When the talisman paper was pasted, the God of Joy's originally stiff body suddenly leaned back and leaned against the wall. The arms that were originally raised forward and stiff also slowly dropped down.

This scene made Xiao Li and Xiao Fan stunned and stunned. As for Nangong Xiayu, her eyes were wide open and her mouth was wide open, even an egg could be stuffed in.

However, we can't blame them for being timid. The scene in front of us was too bizarre. Even Wu Sheng and I looked solemn.

Driving corpses was common in ancient times, but in this era, it has long disappeared. Even if there are still corpse-driving people, these people have only inherited some ancient traditions and practiced for cultivation. Unlike the ancient masters who entered this industry purely for a living.

"Father passed away five years ago." The man glanced at the old man and said in a low voice, "Before my father passed away, he told me that ten years ago, he left something here and asked me to pick it up today."

"Haha, Mr. Yu did leave something here with me ten years ago. At that time, Mr. Yu also told me that when my family was in trouble, his descendants would come to pick it up. But I didn't expect that ten years would pass and my old friend would have passed away." After the old man finished speaking, he shook his head with emotion.

However, the man ignored the old man, just glanced at us, and then walked to the southeast corner of the inn, where a small bamboo basket was hung from the beam. The man squatted on the ground, took out an oil lamp and a piece of talisman paper from his arms, and placed the oil lamp in the bamboo basket. The man gently pinched the talisman paper with his hand, and the talisman paper burned with a "whoosh".

Then, the man held the burning talisman paper in his hand and muttered: "The destiny is given to me, and my destiny is yours. If you fail me, destiny will not allow it. Light a Yin lamp to illuminate your future. If you don't fail me, please don't blow the lamp." After

the voice fell, the man lit the oil lamp with the burning talisman paper in his hand.

The rusty and dirty oil lamp emitted a faint orchid light, and the candle did not move at all despite the wind.

This scene was very strange, as if the flame was not a real flame, but a painting.

At this time, the man turned around and looked at us, then clasped his fists and said, "Everyone, this lamp is very important to me. Please be careful when you move around and don't extinguish this lamp."

Seeing this, we also clasped our fists to the man and nodded.

"Mr. Yu, it's getting late. I just cooked meat soup last night and some old wine. You can drink some to warm yourself up." The old man said with a smile.

After hearing this, the man thought for a moment and said, "Don't bother."

"Haha, how can I neglect the descendants of an old friend? Just wait for a moment." After

the old man finished speaking, he held the oil lamp and walked slowly to the back hall with a hunched body.

The man's bright eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the old man's back. After the old man walked into the back hall and closed the wooden door of the back hall, he turned his head, sat at the wooden table, took out a pancake from his pocket, and ate it alone.

"Brother, are you a descendant of the Yu family of the Xiangxi Zhuyou family?" At this time, Wu Sheng suddenly spoke and looked at the man and asked.

The man was startled when he heard this, then he looked at Wu Sheng with surprise and asked, "Who are you?"

"My name is Wu Sheng, and I am a member of the Wu Shushan reserve." Wu Sheng said, took out an ID from his arms, walked to the table and handed it to the man.

The man did not take it, but squinted his eyes and took a look, then nodded and said, "I am indeed a descendant of the Yu family, but... the Yu family nowadays no longer dares to call itself a Zhuyou family."

"Why?" Wu Sheng asked with a puzzled look.

The man just shook his head and then concentrated on eating the oil cake in his hand.

Wu Sheng hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Excuse me, who is the head of the Yu family, Yu Hualong, to you?"

Hearing this, the man was instantly shocked, raised his head suddenly, looked at Wu Sheng with a sharp gaze and asked, "Do you know my father?"

"The head of the Yu family is your father?" Wu Sheng pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Mr. Yu and I are not familiar with each other, but my master and Mr. Yu are close friends."

"Your master?" The man thought for a moment, then said, "My master only knows a person in the Wu Shushan reserve. Could it be that... you are the disciple of Uncle Kong?"

"Yes, my master is none other than Kong Lao San." Mr. Wu clasped his fists to the man. The man was no longer reserved. He stood up, smiled, clasped his fists to Mr. Wu, and said, "My name is Yu Wei, you can just call me Awei."

After the man finished speaking, the two sat down again. Awei was chewing on a pancake and asked, "Why are you here? Are you going into the mountains?"

Mr. Wu nodded and said, "We are indeed going into the mountains. However, the Ten Thousand Mountains in Miaojiang are notoriously dangerous. If we don't have a guide to lead the way, we might encounter a lot of trouble."

"Oh." Awei responded, and then he kept silent and continued to chew the pancake.

"Awei, I just heard you say that Mr. Yu passed away five years ago?" Mr. Wu suddenly said, "As far as I know, Mr. Yu has always been in good health. How could he..."

After hearing what Mr. Wu said, Awei's eyes darkened, but he didn't say much, just said, "You shouldn't come here."

"Why?" Hearing this, not only Mr. Wu, but also I frowned.

"What does Awei mean? Why shouldn't we come here?" I frowned and thought secretly in my heart, then turned my head and looked at the God of Joy leaning against the door panel, then turned around and looked at the yin lamp, and finally, fixed my eyes on the red coffin covered with plastic cloth.

"Is there really something strange in this coffin, and Awei has already felt it?"