The host is no longer a human today.

As Shen Zuixue gradually fell asleep, the wind in the mountains became stronger. Amid the crackling lightning and thunder, everyone in the Yan family's underground mausoleum was frightened and turned pale.

The coffin has been opened. Yan Changsui's face is pale, but his majesty remains unchanged. He looks at everyone with a pair of cold eyes, and a ghostly aura as if it were real is constantly surging.

"Ghost, Ghost King, please spare us! We are only entrusted by your descendants. We are innocent!"

Several people cursed in their hearts. If they had known that the Yan family’s matter was so serious, they would not have come.

Now, my life is almost gone.

"No, no! Ancestor, I am your own descendant, you can't kill me!" A young man cried and begged for mercy upon hearing this.

I don't know whether the Yan family is cowardly or has something to hide, but this time they felt that Yan Changsui's suppression was unstable, so they asked someone to arrange a ghost marriage for him so that they could restrain him when the time comes.

But although their idea was good, no one dared to come, and in the end it was him, the unpopular illegitimate son, who came.

As expected, Yan Changsui has now broken the seal, and they are afraid there is really no way back.

Yan Changsui looked around, his thin lips slightly parted, his voice becoming slow from not speaking for a long time.

"daughter in law?"

Yan Yu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted and said hurriedly: "Yes, wife, ancestor, we have prepared a wife for you, but we accidentally let her run away just now, I will catch her back for you now!"

Yan Yu retreated as he spoke, and when he reached the door of the tomb, he suddenly turned around and ran. He could no longer care about anything else, he only knew that if he didn't run, he would die here today.

Seeing this, several Taoists turned around in a hurry. As a result, the next moment, everyone including Yan Yu felt a sense of suffocation.

Yan Changsui was not joking with them. In a moment, everyone died and peace returned to the tomb.

Yan Changsui closed his eyes and used his ghost power to search for that special feeling that made him palpitate.

A few seconds later, Yan Changsui opened his eyes, hesitated for a second, and suddenly flashed in one direction.

*

The next day, the summer in Yong'an Village was exceptionally hot. Coupled with the heavy rain last night, the wind was filled with dense heat, making people feel even more stuffy. The rain on the ground barely showed any trace and was quickly evaporated.

At the entrance of Yong'an Village, a tall banyan tree silently guards the village. Its lush and verdant branches and leaves stretch out in all directions, forming a huge shade on the ground.

The old men and women who had just finished their breakfast gathered in a circle, eating melon seeds and chatting about gossip. There were very few entertainment activities in the village, and apart from working on weekdays, they just chatted about these two gossips.

"Hey, guess what I saw when I passed by the Shen family this morning?" An auntie in blue coarse cloth clothes said mysteriously while eating melon seeds.

"What did you see?" The aunt in the gray coat looked at her curiously. If there was nothing unusual, she didn't think this guy would bring it up.

The aunt in blue is called Aunt Liu. She was a hot-tempered person when she was young, and now she is the main force in spreading gossip in the village.

"I saw sisters Shen Yinyin and Shen Miaomiao working in the yard!"

"Ah? Is that true? I remember that the kids in their family were so lazy that all the work was done by Shen Zuixue." The other aunt frowned, somewhat unconvinced.

Aunt Liu curled her lips, "Why would I lie to you? But I also think something is fishy. I heard that Shen Zuixue seemed to have been sent to the Yan family. Is that true?"